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FRIDAY EVENING SEP
5
"AULD LANG
SYBE."
ANNUAL REUNION OF THE
OLD SETTLERS OF
ADAMS AND BROWN
COUNTIES
RECALLING MEMORIES OF
OTHER DAYS
DEATH RECORD OF THE
PIONEERS FOR 1873
SKETCHES OF JANSON
WALLACE, KENZIE CLARKSON,
RICHARD SEATON, MRS.
CAROLINE SHARP,
MRS. JANE LYLE, DR.
WITTIE, DANIEL WILKES,
JOSHUA KELLER, ANDREW
REDMOND, & C.
ADDRESS OF HON. IRA N.
MOORE, REV. GRANVILLE BOND,
REV. MR. SHIRLEY,
CAPT. U. K. KEATH AND OTHERS
The Old Settlers of Adams
and Brown county met at Coan's Grove, just east of Clayton, at 10 a.
m. A handsome stand had been erected on the grounds which was
beautifully decorated with evergreens, flags, pictures, etc.,
surmounted with the motto
"OUR OLD FOLKS EVER
WELCOME."
On this stand were
collected the officers of the Association, a number of the
patriarchs, and a well selected choir of ladies and gentlemen, with
Miss Thomas presiding at the organ.
Seats were placed around
the stand, but they were entirely inadequate to the great crowd of
spectators present, and groups of young people and old were
scattered throughout the entire grove. Two or three side shows,
refreshment booths, swings, etc., were scattered on the out skirts,
and were liberally patronized throughout the day.
Col. T. G. Black, President
of the Association called the meeting to order. After prayer by Rev.
R. Chapman, and the singing of appropriate songs, the delivering of
written or oral/memoirs of members of the Association who had died
during the year, followed.
JASON WALLACE
Mr. W. emigrated to Clayton, Ill., in
1835; soon after commenced the mercantile business in Clayton and
continued in that business many years. He died on the 4th
day of March last, - in the 64th year of his age. Those
who were privileged to enjoy his society most bear testimony to his
excellence of character. As a neighbor he was obliging ? "the Golden
Rule" ? the law of Christ's kingdom ? being his guide. As a friend,
he was kind, constant and sincere; as a husband he was affectionate
and dutiful; as a father he was tender and sympathetic; in his
business relations his honesty and integrity were never suspected;
as a christian and a ruler in the church, he was a model, exemplary,
possessed of a spirit of meekness and love ? a temper sweetened by
the grace of the Master.
Rev. Mr. Edie gave the sketch of Jason
Wallace
KENZIE CLARKSON
Eulogy given by Rev. Mr. McGee
Mr. Clarkson was an early settler in
this state; don't remember the exact year he came here or the exact
date of his death, but he had been in Illinois about 69 years and
was among its oldest citizens; had been rather familiar with him for
a number of years, and often associated with him at his house and my
own; always found him a very pleasant, kind man, and at the same
time very enthusiastic; would have high hopes of things around him;
was sometimes dejected and desponding. I regarded him as a truly
christian man, one who tried to serve God faithfully. When I heard
of his death I felt that one of my oldest friends had been called
away. I never knew a pleasanter man or kinder friend than Clarkson,
when not in his desponding moods.
Elder Ross responded to a call for a
sketch of the life of
RICHARD SEATON
Mr. Seaton was born, January 10, 1790,
near Louisville, Ky., 14 years after the declaration of
Independence; migrated to the country in 1835, and settled east of
where Camp Point now is on a farm where his son Richard now lives,
and where he ended his long and faithful career. He died April 21,
1873, at the age of 83. The respect in which he was held by his
neighbors was manifested in the large concourse who attended his
funeral. He was a member of the Christian Church nearly half a
century, being Elder 40 years. Not withstanding he had become
physically and intellectually enfeebled, he was always looked up to
by his brethren. By industry and frugality he became wealthy and
settled all his children comfortably and still had abundance for his
declining years.
The choir sang the chant, "Gone
Home."
Rev. W. W. Whipple spoke to the memory
of
MRS. CAROLINE SHARP
Mrs. Caroline Sharp, wife of Edward
Sharp, died April 18th, 1873, aged 54 years. Mrs. Sharp
was one of the earliest pioneers of Adams County. She was born in
New York City in 1819, emigrated to this State and settled in
Concord Township in 1838, she then being 19 years of age. Young and
full of energetic bloom of healthfulness, she hesitated not to join
her determination with that of her husband to secure for themselves
a home and a competency, in the then almost unbroken wilderness of
the "Far West." She shared with a willing cheerfulness, the trials
appertaining to pioneer life. A faithful and devoted wife; a king
and affectionate mother; respected by all; loved by those who knew
her best, she died, mourned by a loving family and community of
friends.
Rev. Mr. Edie responded to the call of
the President with a sketch of
MRS. JANE LYLE
Mr. L. was a native of Ireland, but
resided in the county of Adams 24 years, dying on the 3rd
of last February at the age of 64, lamented by all her relatives,
fellow members of the church and society. For the promotion of the
cause of her Redeemer and the welfare of Society, "She hath done
what she could."
Rev. Mr. Bond, of Mt. Sterling,
answered to the call for a memoir of
DR. WITTIE
The speaker had been acquainted with
the subject of his sketch many years. He was a good physician and an
honorable man, long a resident of Mt. Sterling. Dr. Allen furnishes
me with this data: Dr. W. died last May, aged 51. He was born in
Pennsylvania, and was a self-made man; was taken from the poor house
in childhood, studied medicine and gained a high standing in his
profession. He was a member of the Presbyterian church and stood
high in his profession and in the community.
Elder Ross was again called upon to
speak of the memory of
DANIEL WILKES
My material for a sketch of Mr. Wilkes
is meagre. He was born in Jefferson county, _____, migrated to this
State with his family in 1932 and settled one mile of where Camp
Point now is. Where he remained till his death, June 22, 1873. He
was one of the first settlers in the northeast part of Adams county
and lived on the same place over 42 years. He was remarkable for his
hospitality and benevolence. He was not a church member but a moral
man, and performed many acts of generous benevolence.
JOSHUA KELLER
Mr. Bond responded in a few words to
the memory of Joshua Keller and then introduced his friend Dr.
Richmond, saying, "he is one of his neighbors who was more intimate
with him and can tell you more than I can about him."
Dr. Richmond said: "In regard to Mr.
Keller, I am in possession of very little data in addition to what
you have heard form Mr. Bond. My acquaintance with him has been long
and tolerably intimate. I can remember very well the enjoyment of
his hospitality thirty-seven years ago. In regard to his nativity I
know nothing positive, but from many conversations I have had with
him, I am under the impression that he was a native of North
Carolina. He was of German extraction and was possessed in an
eminent degree of the characteristics that belong to the Teutonic
people. He was a man of very strong convictions, very inflexible in
his purposes, very warm in his attachments and his friendships, and
very embittered in his hostility. There was no compromise whatever
in his character when principle was involved. True to his purpose,
honest and straight forward in his course of life, he did not swerve
to the right or to the left, in pursuing what he believed to be
right and he would go as far as any man to evince his friendship.
Indeed, his personal attachments never wavered unless for what he
deemed sufficient cause, and when once moved, he just moved in the
opposite direction. I have known him long, and what I do know of him
is altogether is in his favor. "An honest man is the noblest work of
God" ? this and nothing else can be said of him.
Mr. Bond here responded to the memory
of
ANDREW REDMOND
Mr. Redmond was an old settler. He
addressed you here last year, and told you then he should never
address you again. He lived in Chicago at the time of his death. He
came here at a very early day. He was a member of the Methodist
church, and was a man whose piety was never censured, except that
sometimes it was thought he be rather over much. He was very
enthusiastic, and wished rather to be too good than not good enough.
His whole theme seemed to be religion. At one time when he lived in
Columbus, his mind got cracked pretty considerably, and all the time
his whole theme was the religion of the Bible, the religion of his
blessed master, and he thought the people ought always to be seen
singing and praying and telling religious experience, and what the
blessed Saviour had done for them. This was the character of Andrew
Redmond. I have no doubt that he is today in Heaven.
The choir sang "The Old Hickory Cane."
when an adjournment took place till after dinner. Many of the
audience scattered through the beautiful grove, where they enjoyed
pic-nic dinners, while others adjourned to the hotels or to the
residences of friends, where they were introduced to hospital
boards.
AFTERNOON
At two o'clock p.m., Col. Black, the
President, called the assembly to order
The exercises opened with a pic-nic
song by L. W. Camp -
"Oh, hasten from the busy town. Leave
all its toil and care."
This was well received, that while the
audience were being seated, the President announced another song
"Forest Echoes," by the choir. President Black then announced the
impossibility of hearing from Gov. Yates, and expressed his
disappointment. He said : "We know it was his intention to come, but
we have received a telegram that he is sick, that he is sick and
cannot be here. No doubt all of you are disappointed, for one, I am.
We did expect, from his letters, that he would be with us, but if a
man is sick, he cannot help it, of course. You will now be addressed
by some of the Old Settlers and others, and first in order, I will
introduce to you the Hon. Ira Moore, who will deliver the opening
address."
ADDRESS OF MR. MOORE
Fellow Citizens: I did not expect to
say a single word, when I came upon this ground. I came to listen to
the words of wisdom from the older men, from the men whose heads are
covered with the frost that will not melt. I came to listen to the
early history of your county, of its material progress and of the
Old Settlers who have made it what it is. Little did I expect that
you would call upon me as an Old Settler to say a single word.
And here I would like to know what an
Old Settler is. I see around me men whose heads are whiter than
mine. I had supposed that they were the Old Settlers; that they were
the ones to interest you; that they had some amusing anecdotes, some
interesting stories, some touching incidents of their youth and of
the early settlement of this country, that would be interesting and
instructive to me and to all of us. In meeting you here, however, I
cannot help reverting back to the days of my childhood and to the
country where I was an early settler ? or as early as I could be
considering the age to which I have lived, I remember those good old
times. I remember the many pleasant scenes, the many pleasant
interviews, the many pleasant occasions. Oh, I remember the friends
I had then, and could I but meet them and shake them by the hand and
say, "God bless you," I should be happy. But what is denied to me is
not denied to you. You can meet your old friends and acquaintance,
shake them by the hand, renew your old friendships, and swear by the
Eternal that you will stand by and love each other while life shall
last. But this privilege is not accorded to me.
Among the old men who are here I see
young men who are just about to put on the armor to do battle for
themselves and for the country, and, I hope, for the right. Let me
say to you, young men, be honest, be honest. You may not be
Presidents; you may not all shine as officials of the Government;
you may not succeed in rising to the highest summit of fame, but one
thing you can do ? you can all be honest men, all be worthy and all
be respected. You can all be successful men, and the word "success"
means, first of all, that you be honest ? honest and upright; Learn
that; stamp it upon your memories; write it upon your hearts, adopt
it among your principles, and then you are ready to start in the
great battle of life as men.
There is another thing, young men. I
notice that there are a great many young men who would like to get
off from their father's farms. They wish to acquire some learned
profession. Let me warn you, for God's sake and for the benefit of
the country, learn the farmer's trade. Be men in that great
department. There you can be successful; There you can learn for
yourselves and become useful members of society.
I notice before me young ladies. I
remember the good old times when we had young ladies who were not
only ornamental but, were useful. Learn those arts which qualify
women to be women, qualify ladies to be wives; and learn another
thing ? don't make a mistake when you see a young professional man,
a young mechanic, a young city man. Turn the heel of contempt upon
him, for he is not the man for you. But when you find a good honest
farmer, a good hard working young man, though he may blush, though
he may not know how to come into the parlor and how to act
fashionably, yet if he be a man of integrity ? sterling integrity,
honest and industrious ? that is the man that is the prize for
you.
I see here the old men. Let me thank
you, and thank you kindly, for what you have done for this country.
You have come here, endured the privations and toils and struggled
on in a new country, and have brought it up to the position of
wealth and power and intelligence which it now holds. Allow me as a
representative of the younger men to thank you for what you have
done for us. The time will come when the Great Reaper will bring you
and then come and bring us to the Great "Harvest Home." Like shocks
of corn fully ripe for the harvest, we will be gathered home. We
shall all meet you in that brighter, better, and happier world,
there never to part and there to mingle in each other's society as
happy men and women.
Mr. Marsh here sang the "Fidgetty
Wife."
President Black here said, we will now
commence with the speeches of the "Old Settlers." Rev. Granville
Bond will now give us his experience in the early settlement of this
country.
MR. BOND'S ADDRESS
Gentlemen and ladies, I am not the
oldest man on this ground, but I expect I am about the oldest
settler there is in this part of the country. I shall be sixty-nine
years of age on the 14th day of next January, and there
are older men than that here. I was married 47 years ago, in ___
county, Ky, and moved to Illinois 47 years ago this fall, and
settled on Lick Creek. I stayed there two years, and then built a
little cabin on the place I owned ? that was 44 years ago in
November coming, and that is where my farm is now. When I came into
Sangamon county, they had no mills, saw mills now any other kind of
mills, and I helped to saw by my own hand the first plank that was
ever made in Sangamon county, unless it was made in the same way. I
helped to saw it by hand to build the first tavern that was ever
built in Springfield.
Now I need to tell you that I have
seen sights and wonders ? that I have seen Indians, bears, snakes,
and wolves. They are paying money here to see a bear and hear him
growl. Why, we could hear'em growling around us for nothing. Now
what happened on this side of the river? I crossed it on the first
day of March on a little ferry boat. The next day I got to where my
present farm is, about six or eight miles east of here. Now you
would wonder how I found my way to it. Well, some bee hunters came
here from about Jacksonville. They cut out the way and we followed
the wagon tracks. A bee hunter came here by the name of Green. He
settled where Camp Point now is, three miles northeast of where I
settled. He was the man that showed me the place and said that it
was Government land. There was a great deal of trouble about getting
the right kind of claim and when we could find Government land ?
Congress land, as it was then called ? we got it in our own name and
were sure of the title. I had the greatest difficulty in getting a
piece of land, but I did succeed, thank the Lord!
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