Clark County
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CLARK COUNTY was formed March 1, 1817, from Champaign, Madison
and Greene, and named in honor of Gen. George Rogers CLARK. The first
settlement was at Chribb’s Station, in the forks of Mad river, in the spring of
1796. The inhabitants of Moorefield Pleasant, Madison, German and Pike are
principally of Virginia extraction; Mad river, of New Jersey;
Harmony, of New England, and English; and Greene, of Pennsylvania
origin. This county is very fertile and highly cultivated, and well watered by
Mad river, Buck and Beaver creeks and their tributaries, which furnish a large
amount of water power. Its area, is 300 square miles. In 1885 the acres
cultivated were 108,953; in pasture, 38,601; woodland, 26,931; lying waste,
2,238; produced in wheat, 363,668; corn, 1,870,152; tobacco, 106,400 pounds;
flax, 117,580; wool, 248,549. School census 1886, 15,050; teachers, 226. It has
113 miles of railroad.
Township And Census |
1840 |
1880 |
|
Township And Census |
1840 |
1880 |
Bethel |
2,033 |
3,131 |
|
Moorefield |
1,073 |
1,345 |
German |
1,667 |
2,100 |
|
Pike |
1,437 |
1,758 |
Greene |
1,059 |
1,524 |
|
Pleasant |
1,092 |
1,581 |
Harmony |
1,645 |
1,846 |
|
Springfield |
4,443 |
24,455 |
Madison |
1,115 |
2,396 |
|
Mad River |
1,339 |
1,812 |
Population in 1820 was 9,553; in 1840, 16,882; 1860,
25,300; 1880, 41,948, of whom 29,336 were Ohio-born.
The old Indian town of Piqua, the ancient Piqua of
the Shawnees, and the birthplace of TECUMSEH, situated on the north side of Mad
river, about five miles west of Springfield, and occupied the site on which a
small town called West Boston was later built. The principal part of Piqua
stood upon a plain, rising fifteen or twenty feet above the river. At the
period of its destruction, it was quite populous. There was a rude lob hut
within its limits, surrounded by pickets. The town was never after rebuilt. Its
inhabitants removed to the Great Miami river, and erected another town, which
they called Piqua. The account appended of its destruction by Gen. George
Rogers Clark was published in Bradford’s “Notes on Kentucky:”
On the 2d of August, 1780, Gen.
Clark took up the line of march from where Cincinnati now stands, for the
Indian towns. The line of march was as follows: the first division, commanded
by Clark, took the front position; the centre was occupied by artillery,
military stores and baggage; the second, commanded by Col. Logan, was placed in
the rear. The men were ordered to march in four lines, at about forty yards
distance from each other, and a line of flankers on each side, about the same distance
from the right and left line. There was also a front and a rear guard, who only
kept in sight of the main army. In order to prevent confusion, in case of an
attack of the enemy, on the
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march of the army, a general order
was issued, that in the event of an attack in front, the front was to stand
fast, and the two right lines to wheel to the right, and the two left hand
lines to the left, and form a complete line, while the artillery was to advance
forwards to the centre of the line. In case of an attack on either of the
flanks or side lines, these lines were to stand fast, and likewise the
artillery, while the opposite lines wheeled and formed on the two extremes
of those lines. In the event of an attack being made on the rear, similar order
was to be observed as in an attack in front.
In this manner the army moved on
without encountering anything worthy of notice until they arrived at
Chillicothe (situated on the little Miami river, in Greene county), about 2
o’clock in the afternoon, on the 6th day of August. They found the town not
only abandoned, but most of the houses burnt down and burning, having been set
on fire that morning. The army encamped on the ground that night, and on the
following day cut down several hundred acres of corn; and about 4 o’clock in
the evening took up their line of march for the Piqua towns, which were about
twelve miles from Chillicothe (in Clark county). They had not marched more than
a mile from Chillicothe, before there came on a very heavy rain, with thunder
and lightning and considerable wind. Without tents or any other shelter from
the rain, which fell in torrents, the men were as wet as if they had been
plunged into the river, nor had they it in their power to keep their guns dry. It
was nearly dark before the rain ceased, when they were ordered to encamp in a
hollow square, with the baggage and horses in the centre, and as soon as fires
could be made, to dry their clothes, etc. They were ordered to examine their
guns, and, to be sure they were in good order, to discharge them in the
following manner. One company was to fire, and time given to reload, when a
company at the most remote part of the camp from that which had fired was to
discharge theirs, and so on alternately, until all the guns were fired. On the
morning of the 8th, the army marched by sunrise, and having a level, open way,
arrived in sight of Piqua, situated on the west aide of the Mad river, about 2
o’clock P. M. The Indian road from Chillicothe to Piqua, which the army followed,
crossed the Mad river about a quarter of a mile below the town, and as soon as
the advanced guard crossed into a prairie of high weeds, they were attacked by
the Indians, who had concealed themselves in the weeds. The ground on which
this attack, as well as the manner in which it was done, left no doubt but that
a general engagement was intended. Col. Logan was therefore ordered, with about
four hundred men, to file off to the right, and march up the river on the east
side, and to continue to the upper end of the town, so as to prevent the
Indians from escaping in that direction, while the remainder of the men, under
Cols. Lynn, Floyd and Harrod, were ordered to cross the river and encompass the
town on the west side, while Gen. Clark,
with the troops under Col. Slaughter, and such as were attached to the
artillery, marched directly towards the town. The prairie in which the Indians
were concealed, who commenced the attack, was only about two hundred yards
across to the timbered land, and the division of the army destined to encompass
the town on the west side found it necessary to cross the prairie, to avoid the
fire of a concealed enemy. The Indians evinced great military skill and
judgment, and to prevent the western division from executing the duties
assigned them, they made a powerful effort to turn their left wing. This was
discovered by Floyd and, Lynn, and to prevent being outflanked, extended the
line of battle west, more than a mile from the town, and which continued warmly
contested on both sides until about 5 o’clock, when the Indians disappeared
everywhere unperceived, except a few m the town. The field piece, which had
been entirely useless before, was now brought to bear upon the houses, when a
few shots dislodged the Indians which were in them.
A nephew of Gen. Clark, who had
been many years a prisoner among the Indians, and who attempted to come to the
whites just before the close of the action, was supposed to be an Indian, and
received a mortal wound; but be lived several hours after he arrive among them.
The morning after the battle a
Frenchman, who had been taken to the Indians a short time before, on the
Wabash, and who had stolen away from them during the action, was found in the
loft of one of the Indian cabins. He gave the information, that the Indians did
not expect that the Kentuckians would reach their town on that day, and if they
did not, it was their intention to have attacked them in the night, in their
camp, with the tomahawk and knife, and not to fire a gun. They had intended to
have made an attack the night before but were prevented by the rain, and also
the vigilance evinced by the Kentuckians, in firing off their guns and
reloading them, the reasons for which they comprehended: when they heard the firing.
Another circumstance showed that the Indians were disappointed in the time of
their arriving; they had not dined. When the men got into the town, they found
a considerable quantity of provisions ready cooked, in large kettles and other
vessels, almost untouched. The loss on each side was about equal-each having
about 20 killed.
The Piqua town was built in the
manner of the French villages. It extended along the margin of the river for
more than three miles; the houses, in many places, were more than twenty poles
apart. Col. Logan, therefore, in order to surround the town on the east, as was
his orders, marched fully three miles, while the Indians turned their whole
force against those on the opposite side of the town; and Logan’s party never
saw an Indian during the whole action. The action was so severe a short time
before the close,
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that Simon Girty, a white man, who
had joined the Indians, and who was made a chief among the Mingoes, drew off
three hundred of his men, declaring to them, it was folly in the extreme to
continue the action against men who acted so much like madmen, as Gen. Clark’s
men, for they rushed in the extreme of danger, with a seeming disregard of the
consequences. This opinion of Girty, and the withdrawal of the three hundred
Mingoes, so disconcerted the rest, that the whole body soon after dispersed.
It is a maxim among the Indians
never to encounter a fool or a madman (in which terms they include a desperate
man), for they say, with a man who has not sense enough to take a prudent care
of his own life, the life of his antagonist is in much greater danger than with
a prudent man.
It was estimated that at the two
Indian towns, Chillicothe and Piqua, more than five hundred acres of corn were
destroyed, as well as every species of eatable vegetables. In consequence of
this, the Indians were obliged, for the support of their women and. children,
to employ their whole time in hunting, which gave quiet to Kentucky for a
considerable time. The day after the battle, the 9th, was occupied in cutting
down the growing corn, and destroying the cabins and fort, etc., and collecting
horses. On the 10th of August, the army began their march homeward, and
encamped in Chillicothe that night, and on the 11th, cut a field of corn, which
had been left for the benefit of the men and horses, on their return. At the
mouth of the Licking, the army dispersed, and each individual made his best way
home.
Thus ended a campaign, in which
most of the men had no other provisions for twenty-five days, than six quarts
of Indian corn each, except the green corn and vegetables found at the Indian
towns, and one gill of salt; and yet not a single complaint was heard to escape
the lips of a solitary individual. All appeared to be impressed with the belief,
that if this army should be defeated, that few would be able to escape, and
that the Indians then would fall on the defenceless women and children in
Kentucky, and destroy the whole. From this view of the subject, every man was
determined to conquer or die.
The late Abraham Thomas, of Miami county, was in
this campaign against Piqua. His reminiscences, published in 1839, in the Troy Times, give some interesting facts
omitted in the preceding. It also differs in some respects from the other, and
is probably the most accurate:
In the summer of 1780 Gen. Clark
was getting up an expedition, with the object of destroying some Indian
villages on Mad river. One division of the expedition, under Col. Logan, was to
approach the Ohio by the way of Licking river; the other, to which I was
attached ascended the Ohio from the falls in boats, with provisions and a
six-pound cannon. The plan of the expedition was for the two divisions to meet
at a point in the Indian country opposite the month of Licking, and thence march
in a body to the interior. In descending the Ohio Daniel Boone and myself acted
as spies on the Kentucky side of the river, and a large party, on the Indian
side, was on the same duty; the latter
were surprised by the Indians, and several killed and wounded. It was then a
toilsome task to get the boats up the river, under constant expectation of
attacks from the savages, and we were much rejoiced in making our destination.
Before the boats crossed over to the Indian side Boone and myself were taken into
the foremost boat and myself above a small cut in the bank, opposite the mouth
of Licking. We were desired to spy through the woods for Indian signs. I was
much younger than Boone, ran up the bank in great glee, and cut into a beech
tree with my tomahawk, which I verily believe was the first tree cut into by a
white man on the present site of Cincinnati. We were soon joined by other
rangers, and hunted over the other bottom; the forest everywhere was thick set
with heavy beech and scattering underbrush of spice-wood and pawpaw. We started
several deer, but seeing no signs of Indians returned to the landing. By this
time the men had all landed, and were busy in cutting timber for stockades and
cabins. The division, under Col. Logan shortly crossed over from the mouth of
Licking, and after erecting a stockade, fort and cabin for a small garrison and
stores the army started for Mad river. Our way lay over the uplands of an
untracked, primitive forest, through which, with great labor, we cut and
bridged a road for the accommodation of our pack horses and cannon. My duty, in
the march, was to spy some two miles in advance of the main body. Our progress
was slow, but the weather was pleasant, the country abounded in game; and we
saw no Indians that I recollect until we approached the waters, of
the Mad river. In the campaigns of these days none but the officers thought of
tents—each man had to provide for his own comfort. Our meat was cooked upon
sticks set up before the fire; our beds were sought upon the ground, and he was
the most fortunate man that could gather small branches, leaves and bark to
shield him from the ground, in moist places. After the lapse of so many years
it is difficult to recollect the details or dates, so as to mark the precise
time or duration of our movements. But in gaining the open country of Mad river
we came in sight of the Indian villages. We had been kept all the night before
on the march, and pushed rapidly towards the points of attack, and surprised
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three hundred Indian warriors that
had collected at the town, with the view of surprising and attacking us the
next morning. At this place a stockade fort had been reared near the village on
the side we were approaching it, but the Indians feared to enter it and took
post in their houses.
The village was situated on a low
prairie bottom of Mad river, between the second bank and a bushy swamp piece of
ground on the margin of the river; it could be approached only from three
points—the one our troops occupied, and from up and down the river. Gen. Clark
detached two divisions to secure the two last named points, while he extended
his line to cover the first. By this arrangement the whole body of Indians
would have been surrounded and captured, but Col. Logan, who had charge of the lower
division, became entangled m the swamp, and did not reach his assigned position
before the attack commenced. The party I had joined was about entering the town
with great impetuosity, when Gen. Clark sent orders for us to stop, as the
Indians were making port holes in their cabins and we should be in great
danger, but added he would soon make port holes for us both; on that he brought
his six-pounder to bear on the village, and a discharge of frail shot scattered the materials of their frail
dwellings in every direction. The Indians poured out of their cabins in great
consternation, while our party, and those on the bank, rushed into the village,
took possession of all the squaws and pappooses, and killed a great many
warriors, but most of them at the lower part of the bottom. In this skirmish, a
nephew of Gen. Clark, who had some time before run away from the Monongahela
settlements and joined the Indians, was severely wounded. He was a great
reprobate, and, as said, was to have led the Indians in the next morning’s
attack; before he expired he asked forgiveness of his uncle and countrymen.
During the day the village was burned, the corn cut down; and the next morning
took up the line of march for the Ohio. It was a bloodless victory to our
expedition, and the return march was attended with no unpleasant occurrence,
save a great scarcity of provisions. On
reaching the fort, on the Ohio, a party of us immediately crossed the river for
our homes, for which we felt an extreme anxiety. We depended chiefly on rifles
for sustenance; but game not being within reach, without giving to it more time
than our anxiety and rapid progress permitted, we tried every expedient to
hasten our journey without hunting, even to boiling green plums and nettles. These at first under sharp appetites, were
quite palatable, but soon became bitter and offensive. At last, in traversing
the head waters of Licking, we espied several buffaloes directly in our track.
We killed one, which supplied us bountifully with meat until we reached our
homes.
Drawn by Henry Howe in 1846.
VIEW AT PIQUA, THE BIRTH-PLACE OF TECUMSEH.
The view given was taken
near the residence of Mr. John KEIFER. The
hill, shown on the left of the engraving, was the one upon which stood the
fort, previously mentioned. About the year 1820, when the hill was first
cleared and cultivated by Mr. KEIFER, charred stumps were found around its
edge, indicating the line of the stockade, which included a space of about two
acres; the plow of Mr. KEIFER brought up various relics, as skeletons, beads,
gun-barrels, tomahawks, camp-kettles, etc. Other relics led to the supposition
that there was a store of a French trader destroyed at the time of the action
at the southwestern base of the hill. When the country was first settled there
were two white oak trees in the village of Boston, which had been shot off some
fifteen or twenty feet from the ground by the cannon balls of Clark; their tops
show plainly the curved lines of the balls, around which they had sprouted
bush-like; these trees were felled
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many
years since by the Bostonians for fuel. There is a tradition here, that during
the action the Indians secreted their squaws and children in “the cliffs” about
a mile up the stream from the fort. The village of Boston, we will observe in
digression, was once the competitor with Springfield for the county-seat; it
never had but a few houses, and now has three or four only: one of them is
shown on the right of the view, beyond which, a few rods only, is Mad river.
We
subjoin a sketch of the life of TECUMSEH, derived from Drake’s memoir of this
celebrated chief.(The name TECUMSEH signifies “Shooting Star.”)
Puckeshinwa, the father of TECUMSEH, was a member of
the Kiscopoke, and Methoataske, the mother, of the Turtle tribe of the Shawanoe
nation; they removed from Florida to Ohio about the middle of last century. The
father rose to the rank of a chief, and fell at the battle of Point Pleasant,
in 1774. After his death his wife returned to the south, where she died at an
advanced age. TECUMSEH was born at Piqua about the year 1768, and like
Napoleon, in his boyish pastimes, showed a passion for war; he was the
acknowledged leader among his companions by whom he was loved and respected,
and over whom he exercised an unbounded influence; it is stated that the first
battle in which he was occurred on the site of Dayton, between a party of
Kentuckians under Col. Benjamin Logan and some Shawanoes. When about seventeen
years of age he manifested signal prowess, in an attack on some boats on the
Ohio near Limestone, Ky. The boats were all captured, and all in them killed,
except one person, who was burnt alive. TECUMSEH was a silent spectator, never
having before witnessed the burning of a prisoner; after it was over he expressed
his strong abhorrence of the act, and by his eloquence persuaded his party
never to burn any more prisoners.
From this time
his reputation as a brave, and his influence over other minds, increased, and
he rose rapidly in popularity among his tribe; he was in several actions with
the whites prior to Wayne’s treaty, among which was the attack on Fort Recovery
and the battle of the Fallen Timbers. In the summer of 1795 Tecumseh became a
chief; from the spring of this year until that of 1796 he resided on Deer
creek, near the site of Urbana, and from whence he removed to the vicinity of
Piqua on the Great Miami. In 1798 he accepted the invitation of the Delawares,
then residing in part on White river, Indiana, to remove to that neighborhood
with his followers. He continued in that vicinity a number of years, and
gradually extended his influence among the Indians.
In 1805,
through the influence of LAULEWASIKAW, the brother of TECUMSEH, a large number
of Shawnees established themselves at Greenville. Very soon after LAULEWASIKAW,
assumed the office of a prophet and forthwith commenced that career of cunning
and pretended sorcery, which enabled him to sway the Indian mind in a wonderful
degree.
Throughout the year 1806 the brothers remained at
Greenville, and were visited by many Indians from different tribes, not a few
of whom became their followers. The prophet dreamed many wonderful dreams, and
claimed to have had many supernatural revelations made to him; the great
eclipse of the sun which occurred in the summer of this year, a knowledge of
which by some means he attained, enabled him to carry conviction to the minds
of many of his ignorant followers, that he was really the earthly agent of the
Great Spirit. He boldly announced to the unbelievers that on a certain day he
would give them proof of his supernatural power by bringing darkness over the
sun; when the day and hour of the eclipse arrived, and the earth, even at
mid-day, was shrouded in the gloom of twilight, the prophet, standing in the
midst of his party, significantly pointed to the heavens and cried out, “Did I
not prophecy truly? Behold ! darkness has shrouded the sun! “It may readily be
supposed that this striking phenomenon, thus adroitly used, produced a strong
impression on the Indians, and greatly increased their belief in the sacred
character of their prophet.
The alarm caused by the assembling of the Indians still
continuing, Governor Harrison, in the autumn of 1807, sent to the head chiefs
of the Shawanoe tribe an address, in which he exhorted them to send away the
people at Greenville, whose conduct was foreshadowing evil to the whites. To
the appeal of the governor the prophet made a cunning and evasive answer; it
made no change in the measures
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of
this artful man, nor did it arrest the spread of fanaticism among the Indians,
which his incantations had produced.
In the spring
of 1808 TECUMSEH and the prophet removed to a tract of land on the Tippecanoe,
a tributary of the Wabash, where the latter continued his efforts to induce the
Indians to forsake their vicious habits, while TECUMSEH was visiting the
neighboring tribes and quietly strengthening his own and the prophet’s
influence over them. The events of the early part of the year 1810 were such as
to leave but little doubt of the hostile intentions of the brothers; the
prophet was apparently the most prominent actor, while TECUMSEH was in reality
the main spring of all the movements, backed, it is supposed, by the insidious
influence of British agents, who supplied the Indians gratis with powder and
ball, in anticipation, perhaps, of hostilities between the two countries, in
which event a union of all the tribes against the Americans was desirable. By
various acts the feelings of TECUMSEH became more and more evident; in August,
he having visited Vincennes to see the governor, a council was held, at which,
and a subsequent interview the real position of affairs was ascertained.
Governor Harrison had made arrangements for holding
the council on the portico of his own house, which had been fitted up with
seats for the occasion. Here, on the morning of the fifteenth, he awaited the
arrival of the chief, being attended by the Judges of the Supreme Court, some
officers of the army, a sergeant and twelve men from. Fort Knox, and a large
number of citizens. At the appointed hour TECUMSEH, supported by forty of his
principal warriors, made his appearance, the remainder of his followers being
encamped in the village and its environs. When the chief had approached within
thirty or forty yards of the house he suddenly stopped, as if awaiting some
advances from the governor. An interpreter was sent, requesting him and his
followers to take seats on the portico. To this TECUMSEH objected—he did not
think the place a suitable one for holding the conference, but preferred that
it should take place in a grove of trees, to which he pointed, standing a short
distance from the house. The governor said he had no objection to the grove,
except that there were no seats in it for their accommodation. TECUMSEH replied
that constituted no objection to the grove, the earth being the most suitable
place for the Indians, who loved to repose upon the bosom of their mother. The
governor yielded the point, and the benches and chairs having been removed to
the spot, the conference was begun, the Indians being seated on the grass.
TECUMSEH opened the meeting by stating at length his
objections to the treaty of Fort Wayne, made by Governor Harrison in the
previous year, and in the course of his speech boldly avowed the principle of
his party to be that of resistance to every cession of land, unless made by all
the tribes, who, he contended, formed but one nation. He admitted that he had
threatened to kill the chiefs who signed the treaty of Fort Wayne, and that it
was his fixed determination not to permit the village chiefs in future to manage their affairs, but to place the
power with which they had been heretofore invested in the hands of the war
chiefs. The Americans, he said, had driven the Indians from the seacoast, and
would soon push them into the lakes; and, while he disclaimed all intention of
making war upon the United States, he declared it to be his unalterable
resolution to take a stand and resolutely oppose the further intrusion of the
whites upon the Indian lands. He concluded by making a brief but impassioned
recital of the various wrongs and aggressions inflicted by the white men upon
the Indians, from the commencement of the Revolutionary war down to the period
of that council, all of which was calculated to arouse and inflame the minds of
such of his followers as were present.
The governor rose in reply, and in examining the right
of TECUMSEH and his party to make objections to the treaty of Fort Wayne took
occasion to say that the Indians were not one nation, having a common property
in the lands. The Miamis, he contended,
were the real owners of the tract on the Wabash, ceded by the late treaty, and
the Shawanoes had no right to interfere in the case; that upon the arrival of
the whites on this continent they had found the Miamis in possession of this
land, the Shawanoes being then residents of Georgia, from which they had been
driven by the Creeks, and that it was ridiculous to assert that the red men
constituted but one nation; for, if such had been the intention of the Great
Spirit, he would not have put different tongues in their heads, but have taught
them all to speak the same language.
The governor having taken his seat, the interpreter
commenced explaining the speech to TECUMSEH, who, after listening to a portion
of it, sprung to his feet and began to speak with great vehemence of manner.
The governor was surprised at his violent gestures,
but as he did not understand him, thought he was making some explanation and
suffered his attention to be drawn towards WINNEMAC, a friendly Indian lying on
the grass before him, who was renewing the priming of his pistol, which he had
kept concealed from the other Indians, but in full
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view of the governor. His
attention, however, was again directed towards TECUMSEH by bearing General
Gibson, who was intimately acquainted with the Shawanoe language, say to
Lieutenant Jennings: “Those fellows intend mischief; you had better bring up
the guard.” At that moment the followers of TECUMSEH seized their tomahawks and
war clubs and sprang upon their feet, their eyes turned upon the governor. As
soon as he could disengage himself from the arm-chair in which he sat, he rose,
drew a small sword which he had by his side and stood on the defensive. Captain
G. R. Floyd, of the army, who stood near him, drew a dirk, and the chief
WINNEMAC cocked his pistol. The citizens present were more numerous than the
Indians, but were unarmed. Some of them procured clubs and brickbats and also
stood on the defensive. The Rev. Mr. Winans, of the Methodist Church, ran to
the governor’s house, got a gun, and posted himself at the door to defend the
family. During this singular scene no one spoke, until the guard came running
up, and, appearing to be in the act of firing, the governor ordered them not to
do so. He then demanded of the interpreter an explanation of what had happened,
who replied that TECUMSEH had interrupted him, declaring that all the governor
had said was false, and that he and the Seventeen Fires had cheated and imposed
on the Indians. The governor then told TECUMSEH that he was a bad man and that
he would hold no further communication with him; that as he had come to
Vincennes under the protection of a council-fire, he might return in safety,
but that he must immediately leave the village. Here the council terminated.
The undoubted purpose of the brothers now being
known, Gov. Harrison proceeded to prepare for the contest he knew must
ensue. In June of the year following (1811) he sent a message to the Sbawanoes,
bidding them beware of hostilities, to which TECUMSEH gave a brief reply, promising to visit the governor. This
visit he paid in July, accompanied by 300 followers, but as the Americans were
prepared and determined, nothing resulted, and Tecumseh proceeded to the south,
as it was supposed, to enlist the Creeks in the cause.
In the meanwhile Harrison took measures to
increase his regular force. His plan was to again warn the Indians to obey the
treaty of Greenville, but at the same time to prepare to break up the prophet’s
establishment if necessary. On the 5th of October, having received his
reinforcements, he was on the Wabash, about sixty miles above Vincennes, where
he built Fort Harrison. On the 7th of November following he was attacked by the
Indians at Tippecanoe and defeated them. Peace on the frontiers was one
of the happy results of this severe and brilliant action.
With the battle of Tippecanoe the prophet lost his
popularity and power among the Indians, he having previously to the battle
promised them certain victory.
On the first commencement of the war of 1812
Tecumseh was in the field prepared for the conflict. In July there was an
assemblage at Brownstown of those Indians who were inclined to neutrality. A
deputation was sent to Malden to TECUMSEH to attend this council. “No,” said
he, indignantly, “I have taken sides with the king, my father, and I will
suffer my bones to bleach upon this shore before I will recross that stream to
join in any council of neutrality.” He participated in the battle of Brownstown
and commanded the Indians in the action near Magnaga. In the last he was
wounded, and it is supposed that his bravery and good conduct led to his being
shortly after appointed brigadier-general in the service of the British king.
In the siege of Fort Meigs Tecumseh behaved with great bravery and humanity.
(See Wood County.)
Immediately after the signal defeat of Proctor, at
Fort Stephenson, he returned with the British troops to Malden by water, while
TECUMSEH with his followers passed over by laud, round the head of Lake Erie,
and joined him at that point. Discouraged by the want of success, and having
lost all confidence in General Proctor, TECUMSEH seriously meditated a
withdrawal from the contest, but was induced to remain.
When Perry’s battle was fought it
was witnessed by the Indians from the distant shore. On the day succeeding the
engagement General Proctor said to Tecumseh: “My fleet has whipped the
Americans, but the vessels being much injured, have gone into Put-in-Bay to
refit and will be here in a few days. “This deception, however, upon the
Indians was not of long duration. The sagacious eye of TECUMSEH soon perceived
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indications of a retreat from
Malden, and he promptly inquired into the matter. General Proctor informed him
that he was only going to send their valuable property up the Thames, where it
would meet a reinforcement and be safe. Tecumseh, however, was not to be
deceived by this shallow device and remonstrated most urgently against a
retreat. He finally demanded, in the name of all the Indians under his command,
to be heard by the general, and on the 18th of September delivered to him, as
the representative of their great father, the king, the following speech:
“Father, listen to your children !
you have them now all before you.
“The war before this our British
father gave the hatchet to his red children, when our old chiefs were alive. They
are now dead. In that war our father was thrown upon his back by the Americans,
and our father took them by the hand without our knowledge, and we are afraid
that our father will do so again at this time.
“Summer before last, when I came
forward with my red brethren and was ready to take up the hatchet in favor of
our British father, we were told not to be in a hurry, that he had not yet
determined to fight the Americans.
“Listen ! when war was declared
our father stood up and gave us the tomahawk and told us that he was then ready
to strike the Americans: that he wanted our assistance, and that we would
certainly get our lands back which the Americans had taken from us.
“Listen ! you told us at that time
to bring forward our families to this place, and we did so, and you promised to take
care of them, and they should want for nothing, while the men would go and
fight the enemy; that we need not trouble ourselves about the enemy’s
garrisons; that we knew nothing about. then, and that our father would attend
to that part of the business. You also told your red children that you would
take good care of your garrison here, which made our hearts glad.
“Listen! when we were last here in
the Rapids it is true we gave you little assistance. It is hard to fight people
who live like ground hogs.
“Father, listen ! our fleet has
gone out; we know they have fought; we have heard the great guns; but we know
nothing of what has happened to our father with one arm. Our ships have gone
one way, and we are much astonished to see our father tying up everything and
preparing to run away the other without letting his red children know what his
intentions are. You always told us to remain here and take care of our lands;
it made our hearts glad to hear that was your wish. Our great father, the king,
is the head’ and you represent him. You always told us you would
never draw your foot off British ground but now, father, we see that you are
drawing back, and we are sorry to see our father doing so without seeing the
enemy. We must compare our father’s conduct to a fat dog, that carries his tail
on its back, and, when affrighted, drops it between its legs and runs off.
“Father, listen ! the Americans
have not yet defeated us by land; neither are we sure that they have done so by
water; we, therefore, wish to remain here and fight our
enemy, should they make their appearance If they defeat us, we will then retreat with
our father.
“At the battle of the Rapids, last
war, the Americans certainly defeated us, and when we returned to our father’s
fort at that place the gates were shut against us. We were afraid that it would
now be the case.; but instead of that we now see our British father preparing
to march out of his garrison.
“Father, yon have got the arms and
ammunition which our great father sent for his red children. If you have an
idea of going away, give them to us and you may go and welcome, for us. Our
lives are in the hands of the Great Spirit. We are determined to defend our
lands, and if it be his will we wish to leave our bones upon them.”
TECUMSEH entered the battle of the
Thames with a strong conviction that he should not survive it. Further flight
he deemed disgraceful, while the hope of victory in the impending action was
feeble and distant. He, however, heroically resolved to achieve the latter or
die in the effort. With this determination he took his stand among his
followers, raised the war-cry and boldly met the enemy. From the commencement of
the attack on the Indian line his voice was distinctly heard by his followers,
animating them to deeds worthy of the race to which they belonged. When that
well-known voice was heard no longer above the din of arms the battle ceased.
The British troops having already surrendered, and the gallant leader of the
Indians having fallen, they gave up the contest and fled. A short distance from
where TECUMSEH fell the body of his friend and brother- in-law, WASEGOBOAH, was
found. They had often fought side by side, and now, in front of their men,
bravely battling the enemy, they side by side closed their mortal career.
“Thus fell the Indian warrior
TECUMSEH, in the forty-fourth year of his age. He was of the Shawanoe tribe,
five feet ten inches high, and with more than the usual stoutness, possessed
all the agility and perseverance of the Indian character. His carriage was
dignified, his eye penetrating, his countenance, which even in death betrayed
the indications of a lofty spirit, rather of the sterner cast. Had he not
possessed a certain austerity of manners, he could never have controlled the
wayward passions of those who followed him to battle. He was of a silent habit;
but when his eloquence became roused into action by the reiterated
encroachments of the Americans his strong intellect could supply him with a
flow of oratory that enabled hint, as he governed in the field, so to prescribe
in the council. Those who consider that in all the terri-
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torial questions, the ablest
diplomatists of the United States are sent to negotiate with the Indians, will
readily appreciate the loss sustained by the latter in the death of their
champion. . . Such a man was the unlettered savage, TECUMSEH, and such a man
have the Indians lost forever. He has left a son, who, when his father fell,
was about seventeen years old, and fought by his side. The prince regent, in
1814, out of respect to the memory of the old, sent out as a present to the
young TECUMSEH, a handsome sword. Unfortunately, however, for the Indian cause
and country, faint are the prospects that TECUMSEH the son will ever equal, in
wisdom or prowess, TECUMSHE the father.”
It is stated by Mr. James, a British historian,
that TECUMSEH, after he fell, was not only scalped, but that his body was
actually flayed, and the skin converted into razor-straps by the
Kentuckians. Amid the great amount of conflicting testimony relating to the
circumstances of TECUMSEH’S death, it is extremely difficult, if not
impossible, to ascertain the precise facts. It is, however, generally believed
that he fell by a pistol-shot, fired by Col. Richard M. Johnson, of Kentucky,
who acted a most prominent part in this battle.
Springfield was the scene of an interesting
incident in the life of TECUMSEH, which
is given at length by his biographer.
In the autumn of this year [1807]
a white man, by the name of MYERS was killed a few miles west of where the town
of Urbana now stands, by some straggling Indians. This murder, taken in
connection with the assemblage of the Indians under TECUMSEH and the prophet,
created a great alarm on the frontier, and actually induced many families to
remove back to Kentucky, from whence they had emigrated. A demand was made by
the whites upon these two brothers for the Indians who had committed the
murder. They denied that it was done by their party, or with their knowledge,
and declared that they did not even know who the murderers were. The alarm
continued, and some companies of militia were called out. It was finally agreed
that a council should be held on the subject in Springfield, for the purpose of
quieting the settlements. Gen. WHITMAN, Maj. MOORE, Capt. WARD, and one or two
others, acted as commissioners on the part of the whites. Two parties of Indians
attended the council; one from the north, in charge of McPHERSON; the other,
consisting of sixty or seventy, came from the neighborhood of Fort Wayne, under
the charge of TECUMSEH, ROUNDHEAD, BLACKFISH and several other chiefs were also
present. There was no friendly feeling between these two parties, and each was
willing that the blame of the murder should be fixed upon the other. The party
under McPHERSON, in compliance with the wishes of the commissioners, left their
arms a few miles from Springfield. TECUMSEH and his party refused to attend the
council unless permitted to retain their arms. After the conference was opened,
it being held in a maple grove a little north of where WERDEN’S hotel now
stands, the commissioners, fearing some violence, made another effort to induce
TECUMSEH to lay aside his arms. This he again refused, saying, in reply, that
his tomahawk was also his pipe, and that he might wish to use it in that
capacity before their business was closed. At this moment a tall, lank-sided Pennsylvanian,
who was standing among the spectators, and who, perhaps, had no love for the
shining tomahawk of the self-willed chief, cautiously approached, and handed
him an old, long-stemmed, dirty-looking earthen pipe, intimating that, if
TECUMSEH would deliver up the fearful tomahawk, he might smoke the aforesaid
pipe. The chief took it between his thumb and finger, held it up, looked at it
for a moment, then at the owner, who was gradually receding from the point of
danger, and immediately threw it, with an indignant sneer, over his head into
the bushes. The commissioners yielded the point, and proceeded to business.
After a full and patient inquiry
into the facts of the case, it appeared that the murder of MYERS was the act of
an individual, and not justly chargeable upon either party of the Indians.
Several speeches were made by the chiefs, but TECUMSEH was the principal
speaker. He gave a full explanation of the views of the prophet and himself, in
calling around them a band of Indians—disavowed all hostile intentions towards
the United States, and denied that he or those under his control had committed
any aggressions upon the whites. His manner, when speaking, was animated,
fluent and rapid, and made a strong impression upon those present. The council terminated.
In the course of it, the two hostile parties became reconciled to each other,
and quiet was restored to the frontier.
The Indians remained in
Springfield for three days, and on several occasions amused themselves by
engaging in various games and other athletic exercises, in which TECUMSEH
generally proved himself victorious. His strength and power of muscular action
were remarkably great, and in the opinion of those who attended the council,
corresponded with the high order of his moral and intellectual character.
The following article upon the early history of the
county was written in 1847
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for the first edition by a gentleman of
Springfield, who just after our visit called Messrs. HUMPHRIES, Lowry and FOOS
into his office and took these notes. He is spoken of in a near succeeding
page.
“There are three old men now living in this county,
viz., John HUMPHRIES, David LOWRY and Griffith FOOS, from whom we have gathered
the following particulars respecting the early history of Springfield, and also
some incidents connected with the first settlements made in the vicinity.
Messrs. Humphries, LOWRY and FOOS are all men of great respectability, and are
well known to all the early settlers of this region of Ohio.
John HUMPHRIES is now eighty-three years of age,
David LOWRY about seventy-seven, and Griffith FOOS about seventy-five.
John HUMPHIRIES came to what is now Clark county
with Gen. Simon KENTON, in 1799; with them emigrated six families from
Kentucky, and made the first settlement in the neighborhood of what is now
Springfield, north of the ground on which was afterwards located the town. At
this time, he is the only survivor of those of his companions and associates
who were at the time heads of families. Mr. HUMPHRIES speaks of a fort which
was erected on Mad river, two miles from the site of Springfield; this fort
contained within its pickets fourteen cabins, and was erected for the purpose
of common security against the Indians.
David LOWRY came into Ohio in the spring of 1795.
He built the first flat boat, to use his own language, “that ever navigated the
Great Miami river from Dayton down, which was in the year 1800.” He took the
same boat to New Orleans, laden with pickled pork, 500 venison hams, and bacon
LOWRY, with one Jonathan DONNELL, made the second settlement within what is now
the limits of Clark county; DEMINT’S was the third settlement. The first corn
crop raised in the neighborhood of Springfield was in 1796. Two men, whose
names were KREBS and BROWN, cultivated the crop. LOWRY hunted for the party
while they were engaged in tending the crop; the ground occupied was about
three miles west of the site of Springfield. He raised a crop of corn the ensuing
year, and also accompanied the party that surveyed and laid out the first road
from Dayton to Springfield. He and Jonathan DONNELL killed, in one season, in
their settlement, seventeen bears, and in the course of his life, he states he
has killed 1,000 deer; and that he once shot a she-bear and two cubs in less
than three minutes.
Griffith FOOS, with several other persons, came
into what is now Springfield, in the month of March, 1801. They were in search
of a healthy region, having become wearied with the sickly condition of the
Scioto valley. The laying off what is now called the old town of Springfield
was commenced March 17, 1801. Mr. FOOS commenced the first public house ever
kept in the place; it was a log-house, situated on the lot directly opposite to
the National hotel, now kept by William WERDEN. He opened his house in June,
1801, and continued it without intermission until the 10th of May, 1814. He
states that he and his party were four and a half days getting from
Franklinton, on the Scioto, to Springfield, a distance of forty-two miles. In
crossing Big Darby they were obliged to carry all their goods on horseback, and
then to drag their wagon across with ropes, while some of the party swam by the
side of the wagon to prevent it from upsetting. In 1807, in consequence of the
alarm which the neighborhood felt on account of the Indians, Mr. FOOS’ house
was turned into a fort. This was the first building erected in the place. Saml.
SIMONTON erected the first frame house in the county in 1807. Wm. ROSS built
the first brick house, which is still standing on the southeast corner of South
and Market streets.
These early settlers
represent the county at that day as being very beautiful. North of the site of
Springfield, for fourteen miles, upon the land which is now thick with woods,
there could not, from 1801 to 1809, have been found a sufficiency of poles to
have made hoops for a meat cart. The forest consisted of large trees, with no
undergrowth, and the ground was finely sodded. Mr. Griffith FOOS speaks of an
old hunter by the name of James SMITH, from Kentucky, who was
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at his house in 1810, who stated that he was in
this neighborhood fifty years previously
with the Indians, and that up the prairie, northeast of the town of
Springfield, they started some buffalo and elk.
The first house of worship built in Springfield was
in 1811: one man gave the ground—FOOS gave a handsome young horse ($10) towards
hewing the logs and preparing the shingles. It was a place of worship free to
all denominations, and was built right south of a public house which stands
directly west of Mill run, on the south side of the national road. The early
settlers were unequalled for their kindness, honesty and hospitality. Mr. FOOS
says that, at his raising, there were present forty men before breakfast, and
from a distance of from seven to ten miles and LOWRY says, that at Isaac ZANE’S
raising, there were persons from forty miles distance.”
Drawn by
Henry Howe in 1846.
EAST VIEW OF SPRINGFIELD.
SPRINGFIELD IN 1846.—Springfield, the county-seat, is forty-three
miles west of Columbus on the National road, and on the line of the railroads
connecting Cincinnati with Sandusky city. It was laid out in 1803 by James
DEMINT. It is surrounded by a handsome and fertile country, is noted for the
morality and intelligence of its inhabitants, and, by many, is considered the
most beautiful village within the limits of Ohio. The eastern fork of Mad river
washes it on the north, a stream described “as unequalled for fine mill seats,
its current very rapid, and the water never so low in the driest season as to
interfere with the mills now upon it.” Through the place runs the Lagonoa, or Buck creek, a swift and unfailing mill stream.
Within a range of three miles of the town are upwards of twenty mill seats.
Springfield suffered much during the era of speculation, but is now prospering,
and from its natural advantages is destined to hold a prominent place among the
manufacturing towns of the State. The engraving shows its appearance as viewed
from the National road, a quarter of a mile east; the main street appears in
front, on the left the academy, and on the right the court-house and one of the
churches. The view is from a familliar position, but the village, like many
other beautiful towns, is so situated that no drawing from any one point, can
show it to advantage.
Several of the first settlers of Springfield still
remain in and around it; among them may be mentioned the names of John
HUMPHREYS, David LOWRY and Griffith FOOS, the last of whom occupied the first
house built in the town as a tavern.
The Ohio
Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church has a flourishing high school at Springfield for both sexes. A lyceum
has been in successful operation about fourteen years, and the public libraries
of the town comprise about
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4,000 volumes. Wittenberg College, under the
auspices of the Lutheran Church, was chartered in 1845 with both a theological
and collegiate department; it has been in operation for one year; Rev. Ezra
KELLER, D. D., President Springfield contains 1 Presbyterian, 1 Methodist
Episcopal, 1 Methodist Protestant, 1 Episcopal, 1 Associate Reformed
Presbyterian, 1 Baptist, 1 Lutheran, 1 Universalist, and 1 African Methodist
church; 2 or 3 printing offices; 3
drug, 1 book, 1 hardware, and 15 dry-goods stores; 1 paper, 1
oil, and 3 flouring mills; 1 cotton, 1 woolen, and 1 sash factory; 1
foundry and machine shop; and in 1830 had
a population of 1,080; in 1840, 2,094; in 1846, 2,952; and
in 1847
about 3,500. -Old Edition.
Springfield is forty-three miles west from Columbus,
eighty-one miles northeast of Cincinnati, on the C. C. C. & I. R. R.; and
on the P. C & St. L., I. B. & W., N. Y. P. & O., and O. S.
Railroads. It is distinguished for its immense agricultural implement
manufactures. County officers in 1888: Probate Judge, John C. MILLER;
Clerk of Court, Jas H. RABBITTS; Sheriff, W. B. BAKER; Prosecuting Attorney,
Walter L. WEAVER; Auditor, Orlando F. SERVISS; Treasurer, John W. PARSONS;
Recorder, Samuel A. TODD; Surveyor, W. SHARON; Coroner
Drawn by
Henry Howe in 1840
WITTENBERG COLLECE
[Another, a large noble building, now stands beside
the above, and the location of the institution is
in the midst of some of the most charming of river and
forest scenery.]
James L. BENNETT; Commissioners, Wm. H. STERRITT, Douglass W. RAWLINGS,
Charles E. GILLEN. It has about forty churches, the most numerous of which are
Methodist Episcopal, Lutheran, Presbyterian, and Roman Catholic. Newspapers: Champion
City Times, Republican, daily; Gazette, Independent, daily and weekly; Globe
Republic, Republican, daily and weekly; New Era, prohibitionist; Springfielder,
German; Sunday News; Transcript, Democrat; Farm and
Fireside, semi-monthly; Ladies’ Home Companion, semi-monthly, Beacon, temperance
monthly; Wittenberger, the college monthly. Banks : First National, B.
H. WARDEN, president C. A. PHELPS, cashier; Lagonda National, John HOWELL,
president, D. P. JEFFERIES, cashier; Mad River National, James S. GOODE,
president, Thos. F. McGREW, cashier; Second National, Amos WHITELY, president,
J. G. BENALLACK, cashier; Springfield National, P. P. MAST, president, F. S.
PENFIELD, cashier; Springfield Savings, W. S. FIELD, president, Edw. HARTFORD,
treasurer. Wittenberg College, President, S. A. ORT; students, 88.
Manufactures
and Employees—Mast, Croswell
& Kirkpatrick, publishers, 108 hands; Mast, Foos & Co., wind mills and
pumps, 156; St. John Sewing Machine Co., 150; Tricycle Manufacturing
Co., tricycles, children’s carriages, etc., 110; Hendley, Alexander & Co.,
doors, sash, blinds, etc., 8; Blakeney Foundry. Co.,
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37; Springfield Malleable Iron Co., malleable castings,
238; J. H. Thomas & Sons, hay rakes, lawn mowers, 1,52; The P. P. Mast Co.,
agricultural implements, 330; Warner and Barnett, flour, 12; Springfield Engine
& Thresher Co., 253; The Standard Manufacturing Co., extension tables, 68;
Jas. Driscol Sons & Co., carriages, 64; The Rogers Fence Co., 20; Champion
Malleable Iron Works, malleable iron for Champion machines, 500; Springfield
Coffin and Casket Co., coffins and caskets, 50; E. W. Ross & Co.,
Argricultural implements, 106; The Champion Machine Co., harvesting machines,
404; Jas. Leffel & Co., water wheels and engines, 66; Warder, Bushnell
& Glessner, Champion reapers and mowers, 683; Robinson & Meyers, iron
castings, 115; The Superior Drill Co., grain drills, hay tools, etc., 105; J.
W. Bookwalter & Co., grain drills, hay tools, etc., 60; T. L. Arthur, sash,
doors, blinds, etc., 11; The Springfield Brass Co., brass goods, 29; St. John
Sewing Machine Co., sewing machine tables, 41; Globe Printing and Publishing
Co., publications, 135; Armstrong- Bros., foundry and machine shops, 92; Fehl,
Johnson & Co., carriages, 30; L. Patrie & Co., furnaces, 12; Ohio
Southern Railroad Shops, car and locomotive repairing, 54; The Foos’
Manufacturing Co., cider mills, etc;., 51; The Champion Bar and Knife Co., mower
and reaper knives and bars, 350; Whitely, Fassler & Kelly, Champion mowers
and binders, 2,123; Schneider Bros., lager beer, 24; Common Sense Engine Co.,
engines and boilers, 42; T. E. Harwood, the Gazette newspaper, 24; Springfield Publishing Co., Globe Republican, 22; Champion City Times, daily newspaper, 28.—State Report 1886.
Population in 1880, 20,730.School census in 1886,
8,922; W. J. WHITE, superintendent.
For the following historical sketch of the origin
and growth of the manufactures of Springfield up to 1887 we are indebted to
Clifton M. NICHOLS, of the Springfield Republic
The first productive concern in Springfield, Ohio,
now a famous manufacturing city of 35,000 to 40,000 people was a “grist-mill,”
built simultaneously with Springfield’s first school-house and church in 1804;
in 1805 the second productive concern, and the first which might be called a
factory, was a tannery built by Cooper LUDLOW. Much use was made of powder in
these primitive pioneer days, and by way of supplying a home demand by a home
supply, a powder-mill was built and
worked in 1809. Springfield’s first newspaper, then known as the Farmer,
and now as the Republic,
made its appearance in 1817. In this
same year, as another means of meeting a home demand for material for men’s and
women’s clothing, Maddox FISHER put up and worked a factory for the production
of cotton fabrics, and in that year also Jacob WOODWARD, Ira PAIGE, and James
TAYLOR commenced the manufacture of woollen cloth, to meet a want that had
certainly not been very long felt. The building then erected for this mill was
afterward used by Jacob W. and William A. KILLS, for the manufacture of
printing-papers. A few years since it was reconstructed and enlarged by
Marsfield STEELE, and it is now occupied by the Standard Manufacturing Company
for the manufacture of dining-tables. It stands on north Center street, between
Columbia and North streets.
At this same time flax was largely cultivated, to
provide the fibre for “tow” and linen cloth generally worn by the men, women,
and children of the period, in warm weather; and that the seed might be
utilized, Griffith FOOS who built, the first tavern in Springfield in 1803,
erected and worked an oil-mill on a spot now covered by the system of workshops
owned by the Champion Machine Company.
In 1838, James LEFFEL, whose name should be honored
here and elsewhere as Springfield’s great pioneer inventor and
manufacturer, built the first foundry and machine-shop ever erected in this
vicinity on the south side of West Main street, opposite the first bridge over
Buck creek, or the Lagonda. Here sickles, axes, and knives were manufactured,
and various iron implements in use among the people were repaired. Mr. LEFFEL
afterward invented the double turbine waterwheel, which was improved by his
son-in-law, John W. BOOKWALTER, and is now
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manufactured by the firm of James LEFFEL & Co. in this city, and sent to all points of the
globe.
In 1841 Samuel and James BARNETT built a large flouring-mill
on the BARNETT hydraulic, on what is now known as Warder street, in
Springfield, and this concern having recently been changed into a roller-mill,
is now run and managed by the heirs of the late William WARDER and Mr. William
A. BARNETT, son of the late Samuel BARNETT, one of the builders of the mill.
In 1848 John A. PITTS came here from Buffalo, N.
Y., and laid the foundation of the extensive engine and thresher works now
standing on the south side of Warder street.
In 1852 was born the great Champion industry,
William N. WHITELEY having in that year invented the Champion reaper and mower,
which by 1887 has come to be much the largest and most important single
harvester industry in the world. The firms of WHITELEY, FASSLER, & KELLY,
the Champion Machine Company, the Champion Bar and Knife Company, the Champion
Malleable Iron Company, the. Champion steel-mills, and the Warder, BUSHNELL,
& GLESSNER Company, are all employed in manufacturing, in part or as a
whole, the Champion harvesters, and employ 4,000 men in the various
manufacturing processes required in producing these machines.
In 1850 the Lagonda Agricultural Works were
organized. They now form an important part of the system of Champion
harvester-shops, and with machine-shops, wood-shops, malleable-iron-foundries,
bar- and knife-shops, warehouses, etc., form in themselves one of the largest
factories in America. B. H. WARDER and A. S. BUSHNELL, of Springfield, and John
J. GLEASSNER, of Chicago, are the owners.
In 1855 P. M. MAST, John H. THOMAS, and John M.
DEARDORFF organized on Warder street a factory for the production of the
Buckeye grain-drill. Out of this concern ultimately grew the manufacturing
concerns of I. P. MAST & Co., Mast, Foos & Co., Superior Drill Company,
Thomas & Sons Rake Works, and the tricycle factory, all now large and
prosperous concerns. In addition to these concerns mentioned there are sixty to
seventy large factories in the city, and all in a prosperous condition. The
products of these factories are, besides grain- and grass-harvesters,
grain-drills, water-wheels, and the parts of these implements, cultivators,
cider-mills, wind-engines, feed-cutters, pumps, lawn-mowers, plows,
sewing-machines, iron fencing, horse hay-rakes, hay-tedders, corn-drills and
harrows, bench and tub clothes-wringers, burial-cases of various kinds,
grave-vaults, malleable and gray iron, steam-engines and steam-pumps,
linseed-oil, oil-cake, paints, buggy- and dash-mouldings, steam-boilers and
sheet-iron products, heating-furnaces, wrapping-paper, books and periodicals,
wheelbarrows, bicycles, tricycles, willow-wagons, coaches, buggies, and
carriages, ale, beer, whisky, soap, crackers, galvanized iron products,
leather, etc., etc. From 7,000 to 8,000 men are employed in these factories.
Springfield is in 1887 one of the most commercially
solid and prosperous, as it is certainly one of the most beautiful inland
cities of America. With a population of but about 35,000—possibly 40,000—she
has a fame exceeding that of many cities four times her size. Not only are the
products of her great factories known and used largely in all parts of America,
but also in Great Britain, and in France, Germany, Russia, and in other
continental lands, and in Australia, South America, and, indeed, in all quarters
of the civilized world where grass and grain grow, where water and the
atmosphere are used to move the machinery of mills and shops, and where the
refining and wholesome influences of civilization call upon the genius of the
inventor and the skill of the artisan to lighten and enliven toil, may be found
the finished products of Springfield workshops, from devices born in the brains
of Springfield inventors. In the great grain-fields of the Northwest, indeed,
in all the grain-and grass-fields of America and Europe, one may see
Springfield reapers and mowers moving quietly and quickly along and gathering
in the harvests of the world. And in all civilized countries may be found one
or several of the products of Springfield’s skill and industry, the numbers of
which are increasing from year to year.
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Top Picture
Frank Henry
Howe, Photo., 1887
SHOPS OF THE CHAMPION MOWERS AND BINDERS, SPRINGFIELD.
[The view is the front of the many connecting
buildings comprising buildings comprising the works of the Company. The flooring of the entire connecting group
is fifty-four acres, sufficient to construct an avenue sixty feet broad and
three and a half miles long, and this it is said is not equaled by any other
manufacturing established on the globe.
In 1886 the Company (Whiteley, Fassler, & Kelly) employed over 2,000
men, and turned out a Champion Mower every four minutes.]
Bottom Picture
FERN CLIFF, SPRINGFIELD, IN WINTER
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Major General Arthur St. Clair. George Rogers Clark Brice Gene Anthony Wayne
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TRAVELLING NOTES.
A Genuine Patriarch.—The
gentleman who supplied me with the preceding notes upon the history of Clark
county was a lawyer, then forty-three years of age—E. H. CUMMING, Esq. On this
tour I had the pleasure of again meeting him; a venerable octogenarian, the
Rev. E. H. CUMMING, of the Episcopal Church, and in his physique the very ideal
of a patriarch. He is somewhat tall, wears a long surtout, walks with a cane,
his head-covering a tall, soft, white hat, tipper part cylindrical, beard and
hair long, white, and flowing down his shoulders, eyes blue, with drooping
lids, nose thin, aquiline, and prominent, and general expression grave and
thoughtful. His portrait is here given as he.
A PATRIARCH
was in 1870, eighteen
years ago, and without his knowledge. I hope it will prove a pleasing surprise
to him if he be living when this is printed. This I do from a sentiment of gratitude
to a gentleman, the only one I know of now living of the many who aided me on
my original edition. He lives in the old Warder mansion under the hill with a
fine view of the distant spires of Springfield, and upon the margin of the
valley of the Lagonda, which stream flows in quiet beauty through grassy
meadows around the town.
Mr. CUMMINGS was born
in New Jersey in 1804. He studied law at the famous school of Judge GOULD on
Litchfield hill, when the BEECHERS were living there, and in their budding
days; was admitted to the bar of Clark county in 1831, which he left for the
ministry in 1849. There is not in practice a single member of the bar save one
in the wide range of Darke, Preble, Montgomery, Miami, Shelby, Champaign, and
Clark counties who was in practice when he was admitted.
Chat About Interesting People.—Mr.
CUMMING’S acquaintance with interesting people has been unusual, and he abounds
in anecdotes. Old gentlemen who lived in the time of Tom CORWIN love to talk of
him, and he is not an exception. CORWIN’S father (said Mr. CUMMING) came from
Morris county, N. J.; his mother was a native of Long Island, and daughter of a
sea-captain. Thomas was born in Bourbon county, Ky., was quite a lad when his
father moved into Warren county, and settled on Turtle creek. It was a common
thing for eastern emigrants to Kentucky, in moderate circumstances, through
disgust of slavery to feel as though it was no place to raise a family, and so
they moved to the north side of the Ohio. Such was the case with Mathias
CORWIN.
Anecdotes of
Corwin.—Mr. CORWIN was a farmer, and the services of his young son Thomas were
at this time especially important. He told me that his older brother was clerk
of court. and that he was extremely desirous of obtaining an education, and
importuned his father to that end. He replied that in the condition of the
family he could not spare his services; that he must remain with him and work
on the farm. “A little while after this,” continued CORWIN, “I broke my leg.
Competent surgical assistance was difficult to procure. Time passed very
tediously and life irksome, when one day I got hold of a Latin grammar, and I
became so deeply interested that I committed it entirely by heart. This
awakened in me with renewed vigor the desire for an education. I again
importuned my father and he again denied me, whereupon I again, and purposely,
broke my leg to get the leisure for study. Upon this, my father seeing the
folly of opposing me, gave in, and I pursued my education with my brother.”
His brother, Mr.
CUMMING said, was a good English scholar, and had a fair knowledge of Latin.
All the teaching CORWIN had was through him; he never was a college man. Mr.
CORWIN acquired quickly and retained tenaciously. He was very proud of his
Hungarian descent, and regarded whatever talent he possessed as of that
lineage.
It was
extremely interesting when Mr. Corwin returned from Congress to listen to his
characteristic anecdotes of public men with whom he had associated. Being a
Kentuckian by birth, he was very fond of the society of Southern and Western
men. He had a large circle of acquaintances; his social nature was prominent.
His extraordinary dramatic power, his keen sense of the ludicrous, was shown on
these occasions. The mobility of his countenance was wonderful, and all was
helped on by the movement of hands, head, and eyes, and when he laughed he set
everybody else in a roar. When in Cincinnati he was in the habit of stopping
over night at the Burnet House, and from his social qualities was wont to gather
a knot of listeners around him. It is related of him that on one of these
occasions the group sat out the entire night, and were only dispersed by the
light of morning breaking in upon them. They were, however, about half-dead
from their social intoxication. Nobody could get tired listening, he was so
brilliant and witty. Gen. Samson
Mason (said Mr. CUMMING) was of marked ability. He served
several
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consecutive terms in Congress from
this district. John Q. Adams in his “Diary” frequently in his writings speaks
of him and in high regard. He had but a common-school education; was born in
1793 in New Jersey, and came here in 1818 a poor young man. He had tarried for
a short time at Chillicothe, made friends, and some noble spirit there had
become interested in the young man and given him a horse, and he journeyed on
his back to Springfield. He became distinguished in all the relations of life,
and in 1841 united with the Presbyterian Church, and was an active Christian,
his heart all alive for doing good. In Fillmore’s administration he was United
States district-attorney for Ohio.
Charles Anthony, or General Anthony, as he was called (continued Mr. CUMMING), was a
prominent member of the bar here from 1824 to 1862. His parents were members of
the Society of Friends, of Richmond, Va. In the Harrison campaign of
1840 he acquired a great reputation as a stump speaker. He was United States
Attorney for Ohio in the Harrison-Tyler administration. He died in 1862 and was
buried with Masonic honors. Hon. Samuel SHELLABARGER studied law here under
Samson Mason and represented this district for several terms in Congress during
the war era. His reputation for legal capacity and integrity is national. He has
resided for many years in Washington. He is one of those characters that when
spoken of the word “honest” is often coupled with the name.
The Frankensteins—A very talented family in the way of
art is the FRANKENSTEIN family. The parents emigrated from Germany in 1831 bringing
with them four sons and two daughters. They lived in Cincinnati for many years,
and since 1849 made their home in Springfield or rather what is left of them
through the changes of time.
Godfrey N., the second son, born
in 1820, died in 1873, was the most noted of the family. The great work of his
life was his panorama of Niagara. He spent the greater part of the time between
1844 and 1866, twenty-two years, in depicting, the scenery of the falls on
canvas in all seasons of the year, in the coldest wintry weather, and alike in
summer, by day and night, and from every conceivable point.
In 1867 he visited Europe,
sojourning a while in England, painting some English scenes, and spent a season
in company with his younger brother, Gustavus FRANKENSTEIN, among the Alps. On
their return to London it was acknowledged that Mont Blanc and Chamouni valley
had never before been painted with such power and beauty.
After an absence of two years he
returned to America, in April, 1869, and in the following autumn he went to one
of his cherished streams, Little Miami river, near Foster’s Crossings,
twenty-two miles from Cincinnati, and painted Governor Morrow’s old mill, two
views of it, one looking up the stream, the other down the stream.
The loveliness of these two scenes
is indescribable. The following season 1870 finds him again in the same
vicinity, fairly throwing the sunshine on the canvas. In the month of January,
1871, the artist met with a severe loss in the death of his mother, from the effects
of which he never fully recovered.
In the autumn of the same year he
went to the White Mountains, accompanied by his sister Eliza, where they both
painted from nature. In November, 1872, he painted his last scene from nature,
Mad River, Fern Cliffs, three miles from Springfield, Ohio. He contracted a
cold, which culminated in a very brief, severe illness in the following
February, lasting ten days, and on the morning of February 24, 1873, he
breathed his last. His industry was wonderful, and he possessed one of the
largest collections of landscape paintings in, the world, never having parted
with but one of his original pictures.
THE
FRANKENSTEIN HOMESTEAD
The FRANKENSTEIN homestead is a
picturesque spot, the house old and brown. It is half enveloped in shrubbery,
and when, after making a sketch, I approached the place I found the yard filled
with lilacs about ready to spring into bloom. His sister answered my knock with
pallet and brush in hand, an earnest, busy little woman. It was near dusk, and
she seemed almost too much absorbed in her painting even to talk. I tried to
get a smile on her face, but there was no laugh in her. This was Eliza, the
youngest of the family, who had always accompanied Godfrey on his sketching
tours, arid he often said the most peaceful, happiest moments of his life were
those when he and she together went to paint from nature. There was a calm
enthusiasm in her talk about her brother that was extremely pleasing. The love
of a sister for a brother is better than houses and gold, and this one said
that her brother was not only the greatest landscape painter, that America ever
had, but the greatest the world ever knew. Perhaps he was. Who knows? It took a
Ruskin to show mankind the greatness of Turner. One thing is certain, a more
devout student of nature than he could not be. His pictures are very beautiful
and original. They are generally small and as painstaking as anything of
Messonier, and no artist ever had more enthusiastic admirers than some of those
who possess his works. They say they are a continual feast, always lift them
into the realms of the beautiful.
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Godfrey FRANKENSTEIN was
simple-hearted, guileless as a child, and modesty itself. In his dying moments he
was heard to utter a few low words in German. It was a prayer to the God of
love to receive his spirit. knew Godfrey FRANKENSTEIN. Once in a call at my
fireside among other things he told me this anecdote of a child. “Tommy
Watkins,” said he (the name is hypothetical), “is a very comical five-year-old
boy in our neighborhood. In their front yard was a noble peony in bloom, and,
missing it, his mother inquired if he knew what had become of it. ‘Mother,’ he
replied, looking up honestly in her face, ‘I picked it; I can’t tell a lie.
Now, ain’t I like Georgie Washington?’ His mother, in a spirit of pride,
mentioned it to one of the neighbors, where-upon the latter burst into a laugh,
saying: ‘It is no such thing; I saw
Jimmy WILLIAMS pick it as he was coming home from school.’
Worthington Whittridqe, artist, was born in Springfield in 1820. Francis C. Sessions, in his paper
on “Art and Artists in Ohio,” says of him:
“As soon as he was of age he went
to Cincinnati to go into business. He failed in almost everything he engaged
in, and finally determined to become an artist. Putting himself under
instructions, he soon began to paint portraits. At that time there were a
number of artists residing there, and there were a number of citizens who were
interested in art and artists. Among them were Mr. Nicholas Longworth, Mr. John
Foote, Mr. Charles Stetson. Hon. Judge Burnet and Griffin Taylor. To these
gentlemen much credit is due fur so many artists springing up in Cincinnati and
for the lead Cincinnati has taken as an art centre in the West.
WHITTRIDGE soon left Ohio and went
to Europe, studying in the galleries of Diisseldorf, Belgium, Holland, Rome,
London and Paris, and finally settled in New York in 1859. We remember to have seen in the
Paris Exposition, in 1878,
two of his paintings,
‘A Trout Brook’ and `The Platte River,’ which attracted much attention and were
among the best in the American exhibit. He is a great lover of nature.
“His most successful pictures have
been `Rocky Mountains from the Plains,’ 1870, owned by the Century Club; ‘Trout
Brook in the Catskills,’ in the Corcoran gallery; ‘Old House by the Sea,’ and
‘Lake in the Catskills.’
“Mr. WHITTRIDGE retains a warm
interest in Ohio. He says that the general judgement of artists is that Quincy
Ward’s ‘Washington,’ on the sub treasury steps, is a noble and imposing work.
“He thinks that Ward a half
century after his death will be classed with Canova and Thorwaldsen. Whittridge
is a gray-bearded, dignified-looking artist, who seems scholarly and broadly
cultured. He ranks in the first class of landscape painters, but there is
nothing sensational about him. His social standing is high.”
A Veteran of “the Black Watch.”—Now living in
Springfield in the person of a retired army officer is a gentleman who had in
his youth the singular honor of being a soldier in the very first regiment of
regular troops that ever trod upon the soil of Ohio. This gentleman is Col. Robert L. KILPATRICK, and he looks,
as he is, every inch a soldier, tall, strongly made, erect, dark complexion,
with one of the strongest of Scotch faces. He was born in April, 1825, in Paisley, Scotland. At the age
of sixteen he enlisted in the
Forty-second Highlanders, the famous “Black Watch” regiment, the most famous in
the British army. The regiment is most honorably identified with American
annals. In the attack on Fort Ticonderoga, July 8, 1758, the Forty-second lost 600 out of 1,000 men. It was on Boquet’s expedition and comprised nearly all
the fighting force at the battle of Bushy Run in what is now Westmoreland
county, Pa., in August, 1763. The
Indians attacked them in ambush, but by excellent generalship the Highlanders
successfully charged them with the bayonet, giving the savages the severest
defeat they had ever experienced. The next year, 1764, Boquet crossed over the river with this regiment into what
is now known as Coshocton county, which thus became the first regiment of
regular troops that ever trod the soil of Ohio.
For ten years Col. KILPATRICK was
on foreign service at Malta and the Bermudas, half the time as a
non-commissioned officer.
The Famous Fifth Ohio—In 1858, being then a resident of
Cincinnati, he or organized the Highland Guards, a company of Scotchmen, who adopted
the Highland costume. This formed the nucleus for the famous Fifth Ohio, which
he commanded in several engagements. He lost his arm at Chancellorsville. In 1870 he was retired from the re regular
army with the full rank of colonel. His regiment was in six pitched battles and twenty-eight hard-fought
engagements. There is a story told of an incident which occurred at the first
battle of Winchester, The standard-bearer of this regiment was shot down, but
before the stars and stripes trailed in the dust a soldier sprang forward and
caught them, bearing them aloft again. He, too, was shot down, but a third hand
grasped the flag and waved it in front of the battle. Once more the fatal
bullet pierced the faithful heart of the color-bearer, and as he fell he cried
to those who sprang to his assistance: “Boys, keep the colors up!” and these
words ever after remained the motto of the regiment.
An Early Acquaintance—On a near and preceding
page is an engraving of the birthplace of TECUMSEH and the battle-field in the
valley of Mad river, where General George Rogers Clark fought and defeated the
Shawnees: it is from a drawing I made in the year 1846. It was in the winter, the ground
covered with snow and with benumbed fingers I took a hasty sketch. A bright,
intelligent boy ten years old stood by my side who had been sent by his
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father, a farmer near by, to point
out to me the various objects of historic interest, and among them the hill
called Tecumseh. Not, until on this second tour and in a lawyer's office (his
own) in Springfield did I again meet my once little guide to the birthplace and
battle-field. Lo, what a change ! He had evidently fed well. The rich bottom
lands of Mad river had not grown their vast crops in vain. In the interim he
had attained to ponderous proportions and to great honors.
AN EARLY ACQUAINTANCE
In his youth the advent of my book
to his father's house had been a marked event. It was fuel for the fires of
patriotism, and when a young man the flag he loved so well was shot at, trailed
in the dust and spit upon, he was among the first of the indignant spirits that
sprang to its rescue. The war ended. He had been in many battles, was wounded
several times and peace found him a major-general. And the old flag, too, now
for the first time waving over a land entirely unsullied, waving in the stiff,
strong breezes of its perfect liberty, flapped its folds in joy. More honors.
His neighbors sent him to Congress, and he became Speaker of the House of
Representatives, the only man from Ohio upon whom had ever been bestowed that
great honor, and on every law that was passed for the uses of this American
people was placed his extraordinarily bold signature, given as with the pen of
a giant, generous in ink.
Still another honor! Gladstone, in
the House of Commons, cited and adopted one of his decisions, a compliment
never before paid to an American parliamentarian in all of Old England. This
rule has since been called by the general name of Cloture, which is the right of a Speaker to
close debate and cut off purposely obstructive motions and questions and bring
the house to an immediate vote upon the main question.
Signature of J. Warren Keifer
Leffel, the Inventor.—An old citizen here has given me some interesting items upon James LEFFEL,
the great pioneer inventor of Springfield. He says, "Ho brought into his
office his model of the first turbine water-wheel. He wore a plug hat and he
carried it under a handkerchief in its crown. LEFFEL was a small man, with a
rugged expression, always absorbed and could talk of nothing but his
inventions. He invented, forty years ago, the first cook-stove, 'the Buckeye,'
ever made in the State, and no better has succeeded it. His machine for
crushing gold-bearing quartz was a great success, while his water-wheel made
the fortune of all who manufactured it. His oldest
son Wright had the inventive talent of his father and in one of his trips to
California with the quartz crusher was drowned. Mr. LEFFEL doted on him, and
the blow almost broke his heart.
In Fern Cliff
Cemetery Springfield has one of the most
beautiful of burial places. It is just north of the town on the forest-covered, varied
surface hill that rises from the Lagonda on the north. The stream there is about
six rods wide and gently curves around its base. The winding walk by its
margin, the bold, limestone cliffs, the heavy growth of fern that grows so
fondly at their base and in their crevices, the shadowing trees and placid
waters render it one of the most picturesque, charming of spots, and then
withal comes the reflection, this so near a busy city and yet so calm and
secluded. Nature is thereto woo the spirit with her sweet delights, and that
nothing may seem wanting two or three bridges hard by hang over the waters,
while the spires of the college peer above the trees to show that human
learning has come there for its most holy aspirations. I know of no other spot
near a city so gem-like and exquisite.
Fern Cliff Cemetery was
established in 1863. Many eminent citizens have been buried there; among them
Thomas A. MORRIS, Bishop Methodist Episcopal Church, who died in 1874, aged
eighty; Gen. Samson MASON, died in 1869, aged seventy-five; and we also mention
Reuben MILLER, who died in 1880, aged eighty-three, not for any especial
eminence, still he had been county auditor for
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eighteen years and was a local
elder in the Methodist Episcopal Church. He was noted for his sunny disposition
and his humorous versification. An epitaph, written by himself for himself many
years before his death, is a most original
production; it shows that highest of all qualities, viz., genius; but he lived
and. died probably without knowing it.
EPITAPH OF REUBEN MILLER. [Written by him for his monument.] Here lies a man—a curious one. No
one can toil what good he’s done Nor yet how much of evil; Where
now his soul is, who can tell? In
Heaven above, or low in hell? With God or with the devil? While
living here he oft would say, That
he must shortly turn to clay And quickly rot— This
thought would sometimes cross his brain. That
he perhaps might live again, And maybe not. As
sure as he in dust doth lie, He
died because he had to died, But much against his will; Had
he got all that he desired, This
man would never had expired, He had
been living still. |
NEW CARLISLE, twelve miles west of Springfield, on the I. B. & W. R. R., is located
in a fine farming district. Newspapers: Saw, Republican, J. M. HUFFA, editor
and publisher; Buckeye Farmer, agriculture,
J. M. HUFFA editor and publisher; Farm
and Fireside Friend, agricultural, .I. L. RUST, publisher. Churches: 1
Christian, 1 Dunkard, 1 Presbyterian, l Methodist Bank: New Carlisle Bank,
Jonathan V. FORGY, president, C. H. NEFF cashier.
Industries—Fruit tree
nurseries, bee supply manufactory, force and lift pump manufactory, creamery,
and planing mill. Population in 1880, 818. School census In 1886, 359; J. B.
MOHLER, superintendent.
SOUTH CHARLESTON, twelve miles southeast of Springfield, on two railroads, O. S. and I. C.
& St. L., is a fine village in a rich level country; has several churches,
two banks--South Charleston, John RANKIN, president, Stacy B. RANKIN, cashier;
Farmers' National, A. D. PANCAKE, president, Milton CLARK, cashier; and in
1880, 932 inhabitants.
ENON seven
miles from Springfield, on the Dayton road, had, in 1880, 362 inhabitants