Edwin Pitt Hicks

Male 1813 - Aft 1900  (> 87 years)

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  • Name Edwin Pitt Hicks 
    Born 20 Jan 1813  Rutland, Vermont, USA Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Gender Male 
    Died Aft 5 Jun 1900  Vermont, USA Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Buried Vermont, USA Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Person ID I10355  My Genealogy
    Last Modified 10 Feb 2020 

    Father John Hicks,   b. 14 Aug 1768, New York, USA Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 6 Oct 1845, Patriot, Switzerland, Indiana, USA Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 77 years) 
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    Mother Elizabeth Butts,   b. 18 Jul 1770, Canterbury, Windham, Connecticut, USA Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 1855, Van Buren, Iowa, USA Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 84 years) 
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    Married 21 Jan 1790  Pawlet, Rutland, Vermont, USA Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Family ID F583  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

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    • These (12) children inherited the liberality of thought of their Parents and it was about all they did inherit. That glorious Heritage of Charity and good will, out weighs gold or silver and Creeds. It has answered all of them to live and die with liberal view of the future. No word of fault or expression of censure ever escaped the lips of one toward the other. The first of the family move was from Rutland Co., Vermont to Onandago Co., New York about the year 1816. The country was new and many hardships had to be encountered, much sickness prevailed, added to the scarcity of the necessaries of life. The next move was to Ohio about the year 1818, but few incidents had made much impression on my young mind. On our way from New York to Olean, the head of the Allegany River, there was a neighbor coming in company, he had a yoke of oxen along, which he said was quite gentle and could be rode like a horse. After some pleading with my parents to let me ride one of the, I obtained consent, to my wild joy and great delight. I was mounted on one of them. They moved off grandly, till we reached a hilly road, then their velocity was greatly increased. The would canter from the top of one hill to the top of the next. By holding to the bow in the yoke, I was able to keep my seat about half of the time. The other half my sit was from 6 inches to one foot about the oxes back. The result was on of JOB´S COMPASTUS, which had to be and put in a sugar trough of tepid water to soak, coming down the Allegany. Moral-- Didn´t want to ride an Oxen any more. At Olean Point our folks obtained a boat which became the ark for all our families and their increases. Our lines were cast off and a few miles down that little stream found us on a sand bar. (River and Harbor Bills were not in fashion yet). Our sturdy men and boys were equal to the occasion. The women and children were soon carried upon their backs over shallow water to the shore. Then the men would return to the boat with wooden sticks, calice hand spikes, which would be put under the grin wale and carry the boat a few inches at a time until over the bar into deep water. Then the boat would be towed to shore and again receive it´s precious freight. In a few days we reached the little smoky town of Pittsburg. At that time it had no charm for us and we passed quietly in the placid waters of the Ohio and made our next landing at Marietta, Ohio. Remained in the state a year. Our next move was again by water down the Ohio River to Troy, since called Patriot in Switzerland County, Indiana. Here our little Ark rested and its inmates went forth to help build a might West. Here at Patriot my log school house education commenced and ended with the mastery of arithmetic to the single rule of Three and a moderate share of Reading, Writing and Spelling. Here my mind began to reach out after the solution of some higher question, than had yet been introduced into the log schoolhouse. Commerce and Trade: Steam Boats were taking the place of the Barge and the Keel Boat on these Western waters. Brother Joshua kept a wood yard for the sale of wood to steam boats. (Coal was not used till long after). Indulge my digression when I look back to the introduction of steam and think of the might results in commerce and business. I feel that it carried a still might power. On the wings of thought, it has crowded superstition to the wall and liberalized its millions. (In my estimation it and Electricity have done more for Humanity that Christ and his Disciples have done since the Christian Era.) One rounds into my Bros. wood yard curiosity brought citizens to the bank and a gentleman Captain invites them aboard. The citizens had good opportunity to see her engines, her saloon, her nice rooms and her cabins. But they had an opportunity too, of seeing her freight. Upon her fore castle is 25 or 30 colored men, women and children, called nigers. They are chained together by the wrists. Some stolid, some crying, some frantic and others joyful. Further aft we see 40 or 50 nice well bread mules tied by the necks. The slave holder is also on deck and takes as much pride in showing you the fine mules as well as the fine muscles of negros. The freight is from Virginia and Kentucky and for many years a very important branch of our commerce. This branch of my early education proved a damper upon my idea of Christianity, as the great and Infinite Jehovah was represented to be, merciful and Just, when ``Oh! Where my heart would ask is the mercy and the Justice,´´ such teaching then made me skeptical and such teaching still make me an Infidel. We pass from that scene of brutality and with the solution of my school-boy questions and thought unanswered. At the age of 20 years, I began to feel confidant that my literary attainments and physical powers were ample to take a wife. I had been courting a nice conscientious pretty (Kentucky girl by birth) for two years. (Eliza Robertson). There being no objection, on the 23rd of May 832, we entered into a life Partnership,. Believing that with willing hearts to foil and to spin, to make ourselves and others happy, we had a clear passport to the main blessing of life. I believe the foundation well laid. We were married by a raw Dutch Justice, who read the ceremony. (No use for Priests) In 1835 we left Patriot for Tippecanoe Co., Indiana, We had our child, a girl we called Ellen. We had accumulated enough to Go West. A pair of horse and wagon, with money to take us through. Our wagon was not over burdened with house-hold goods,, yet it was load enough for swamps and corderoy Roads. An incident on the ay: The roads were so bad we could go but little each day and often found it difficult to get a place to put up at. When we got into Boone County, the lakes of mud had become much longer and the corderoy more distant apart. It was necessary to enquire for a stopping place ahead. Meeting a man we made the enquiry and met with grand encouragement. Judge Rodman´s house was described to us and a very hospitable family. We reached there in the evening, found a house with one large room, where our beds could be spread on the floor. (Bor. John and Family were moving with us.) A fire-place 18 inches below the surrounding floor and no hearth, or chairs. We sate upon the floor with our feet down by the fire. (This illustrates early Hoosierdum.) We reached the Wea Plain, 10 miles below LaFayette, Indiana in Safety. Got work right away gathering corn. Planting and reaping was my business. No Capitol, no Trade, no diploma. My road was clear. The next year by the time our crop was laid by, we came down with chills and fever. In the summer of 1836 we lost our little girls, Ellen. The next January 30, 1837 we had an other child added to our house-hold to cheer us up. Crops abundant and chills and fever super abundant. In March 1839 we lost our Oscar. Sick most of the time, with our loss of our children, we became disenchanted and determined to leave this land of wealth- ``When to plant you would be sure to reap,´´ and go back to the River hills of Switzerland County, Before starting back I gathered by the last crop of corn, thrashed it, cleaned it and hauled it 8 miles to a Distillery and sold it at 12 cents per bushel-- 1000 bu. Brought $120 and from stock $200. The spring following our return to Patriot-- May 1840-- Elizabeth was born. The next spring 1841, I went West to look for a home. Landed at the mouth of the Fox River, Missouri, some 15 miles below Keokuk, Iowa. When a few mile from the River, I met two Missourians on horseback. Seeing my Carpet Bag, they inquired if I was traveling- custom gave license to the Question-- It found me as ready to enquire for varied information and we at once entered into a general conversation-- They said the Mormans were stealing stock, grain and every thing they could lay their hands upon and taking their booty across the Mississippi to Nauvoo, Illinois. There they have congregated a large force under the leadership of Joseph Smith, a Latter Day Saint, they commenced a large Temple which was soon razed to the ground and Smith was killed. The night following my introduction into the Morman history of Nauvoo, I stopped for the night with a slave-holder. Had the pleasure of a discussion about the financial question of Slavery. He, holding that no man could make them profitable in Northern Missouri. They must have warm clothing, warm shelter, plenty to eat and a good physician, then one half will die with the consumption and said he-- it would be well if the other half would run off. From there I went North into Central Iowa. Was well pleased with the country. On my return, I came by Keosaqua, on the DeMoines River. There was a large flour mill and a dam across the stream. Here I came across some 20 Bucks of the Blackhawk tribe of Indians sitting in a circle under the River bank eating dinner. Their looks or actions were . Would have given them a wider birth if their position had been a little more conspectus. Still I was amused with their remarkable imitation and great love of fassion. They had just been to Montrose getting a Government anuity. These stalwarts of the forest were ----- of them touched off with an old dirty blanket, a high bell crowned fur hat and a string tied around him and a pair of fine suspenders fastened to the string. Just below us, but in sight of these noble red men, were their squaws, carrying their canoes and goods and papposes around the mill dam. The white mend Obstructure to Nature--. On my return to Patriot, I made a favorable report of Iowa. At that period, I think Keokuk had nothing better than log cabins for its citizen, half breeds and early settlers. At Patriot, the efforts of our family commenced at once for a general family move. But Large bodies move slow, ``Property to sell, hard times and no buyers, no good money. Be patient and wait.´´ I was in correspondence with my old school mate Hagermann Tripp. He had settled and married in Vernon, Jennings Co., Indiana. Was engaged with his father-in-law John Walker, in saw milling on Crooked Creek East of Vernon-- 4 miles. While waiting for sale of property and the family, I received an invitation from brother Tripp to come and take interest in the saw-mill--could place my time against capitol, which would not incumber my going to Iowa after a while. I accepted his proposition to move. I bought a little boat, put in our stock of house-hold and Mother and me took our little Baby and again left our connections. We cast off our line, bid goodbye to our friends and our old home. Dropped our craft down to Madison, put our goods on a dray for North Madison, where they were put in a car for Vernon. The end of the finished part of the J.M.I. road (Railroad). Mingling with people here we were disappointed with a general depression--the impression prevailed that the Road would ruin business. Stock had been driven and freight hauled for over 100 miles through here to Madison. In the future there would be no use for wagons, horses or men to labor. We moved to our little log cabin by the mill-where Mother and I found plenty to do with but little to renumerate for toil. Lumber at 5 cents per M. in trade. In 1842 we had an other addition to our mill force-- our boy Charlie was on hand. Now come trials but few women would pass through uncomplaining. No hired girl, two hands besides myself, and 2 babies. The creek didn´t afford much water--only at time, and when plenty, the ill had to run day and night. When Mother would get up in the middle of the night to get warm lunch, frequently our little fellows would play important tunes while we were at lunch. The next spring I killed a large Black Wolf, while hunting turkeys, got 4 little ones but couldn´t raise them. They were the last of their race in Jennings col. Game was still quite plenty. John and Milton Keller brought out a boat load of lumber from Jennings Co., in the turbid waters of Sand Creek. Capt. Daniel Bacon was a hand on their boat. After laying a few days at the lading, I bought part of their load and they went a little further down and cleaned out. We had accumulated some considerable lumber but no market at home. We shipped to Madison and entered the River trade. Would load a flat boat and seek Southern towns. Sometimes adding some produce to the cargo. At the end of four years, struggle and the times still hard, my friends had gone to Iowa. I had weaned off from my idea of a farm life to one of trade. Our last visit South was attended with much interest and great anxiety. I left home in the fall with a boat of lumber. Stopped at Memphis and spent the winter retailing it. In the spring following, bought a boat load of produce, draped down to Helena, Ark., went into the Yazoo Pass. While running the narrow place in April, snow hung upon the cypress trees and our boys had the audacity to say it would be hard time for ``Burning up the World, as Millers.´´ Provecy was then Due. That was the end of that farce, when the Best men of the country had given ear to it. Saying if it was not true, They had no use for the Bible. I got down to Vicksburg the first of August. Met Bro. Tripp there with a load of produce, mostly Pork. He was engaged in partnership with two men of Vernon. While lying at the landing a drag-man came into the boat with an order from a merchant and while doing a little business, our attention was called to peculiar marks on his face, which proved by inquiry and inspection to be initials of his owners name. He was sandy or light complected and no marks of Negro Blood. The weather had become intensely hot and much sickness prevailed in the city and while making our preparations for further coasting on the lower Mississippi, the Yellow Fever struck us like a Cyclone, depleting our crews. Some of our men whet to the hospital, some in one direction and some in other. We hired two new men (raw Irish lashed our boats together as we couldn´t get hands to run them separate, cast off our lines for the lower coast.) We soon had two more hands taken sick, one died in course of 6 or 8 hours. Bro. Tripp was taken down. With the 2 well men, I succeded in making a landing at Biogola, about 100 miles above new Orleans. I was myself, unfit for duty. Had been chilling for several days. The first thing now to be done was to get a doctor for Bro. Trip.. I sent a man out, who soon returned with an Over-seer who proved to be every inch a man. The next thing was to bury the dead, who were as Yellow as a saffron bag. The Overseer sent a colored boy for his physician and then we dropped our boats down about a mile to the Overseers Plantation. We then prepared a stretcher and took out Bro. Tripp, who had become unconscious. Carried him up to the Overseers hours in the Negro quarters. The physician arrived and commenced with active remedies, but for several days it seemed like his case was a hopeless one. The weather was hot and that as a reason, I told the two Irishmen to put down their blankets and sleep out on the deck. The truth was I was afraid to have them sleep in the little cabin with me. They had been on the boat long enough to see and realize that there must be considerable money some where about the boat. My anxiety was intense. Once evening as I was going up to the quarters, two big dogs met me when stepping down from the yard opening. One took me by the wrist and the other by the tail of my summer coat. I hollered and before I could shoot, he called them off. I insisting I would shoot them. He soon alloyed my anger by telling me that they were trained to watch everything toward dark. A few days suspense-when the Dr. pronounce the fever broke and Bro. Tripp in a fair was to recover. I cast off our lines and run down to New Orleans in less than 24 hours. I did not allow myself any sleep till I made my landing for fear of the men in my employ. I discharged them and remained alone until I made sales and closed up my business. I had an old tool chest along, into which I put our cooking utencils. The money from our own boat load and the one that belonging to Bro. Tripp & Co., I put in an old tea kettle with other rubbish into the chest. I tied a rope around it. No lock or key. I then engaged passage on a steamer for Madison. I took a deck passage in order to sleep where I could watch the chest. We stopped at Biagola, at the Overseers landing and with the help of a couple of darkies, Bro Tripp was got aboard and we were homeward bound. Tripps partners heard by a river man at Madison his sickness and our condition making them very uneasy about their money and our family almost wild about us. His partners started down the river at once to look after us and we passed each other on the way. They landed where we had been about the time we arrived home. I was proud of the part I had played. I then took sick with typhoid fever resulting in chills and fever, which stuck to me for the next 3 years. During my debilitated state, Bro. Tripp and two other parties build a steam saw mill ¾ of a mile West of North Vernon. Called it ``Oakland Mill´´. At that time North Vernon was a forest as well as most of the surrounding county. The mill was in a dense forest of fine timber. The mill had not been running long, when Bro. Tripp got his hand caught in the machinery and 3 fingers had to be amputated. It laid him up for some time. While unfit for business, his partners became impatient for want of a Mooving Spirit. No market for lumber at home, mill debts accumulating. To these saw-mill business men it looked ruinous. They called my special attention to the business relations that had always existed between Tripp and me. In the general consultation which followed, I made the objection of poor health. About half my time was occupied by the fire shaking, the other half walking around hoping I would ere-long walk off the poison of drinking Gar Broth and Alligator Juice, down in the Yazoo Pass. It did look like taking chances with the odds against me-to talk even about buying those men out, but his has been characteristic of me to take chances. After getting offers and due deliberation, I bought out the two parties. Agreed with Bro. Tripp for him to take the pluses- and then our interest would be equal. We---both of us-- gave all the attention we could to making lumber. No home market, timber low, hands low and money lower- still we managed to keep piling up the lumber. We struggled on a couple of years, when a gentleman came into our neighborhood and stopped with friends. He had several head of fine horses. He came to the mill and suggested a trade of horses for my interest in the mill. I was restless and inclined to give the matter a hearing. Tripp said he would not stand in my way, yet he thought we would see better times after a while, but Mother could not give her consent- no withstanding her labor was very heavy. We had another care added to our business and wealth. Eldo had put in an appearance about them days. I thought if Mother was not incline to make a change and I knew Tripp did not desire it, I would yield to her judgment. My wife and my next best friend said hold on a little longer. I did so and it was not long till the sun did begin to shine through the clouds and mists of a long dark night. Lumber advanced, business became active and our profits run up to about $10.00 per day for several years. We bought and paid for each of us a good sized farm around us. Improved and built, I have always accredi8ated my success to Mother and Bro. Tripp. In the spring of 1851 we shipped 100,000 feet of lumber by steamboat to Keokuk, Iowa. Sold at a fair price. Visited relatives while there. In my absence there was a Whig convention held in our Co., Jennings. Whether on the first or some succeeding ballot, I was nominated to represent our County in the next Legislator ``I did not enquire´´, but with many misgivings, I sought my friends for advice and relief. I felt myself unqualified to fill so responsible a position. My friends dispelled many of my objections and I consented to make the race. My political opponent was Esq. Morris Wilday. Each received about our Party votes. I was elected. The State was strongly Democratic, therefore no prominent Legislation was expected on the part of the minority. On the first of December 1851, The Hon. Member from Jennings proceded to the Capital. The year following the adoption of her new Constitution. I was daily disappointed in want of marked ability of the members. That gave me confidence in my self. I soon learned that they were only men and but few big ones, and I soon arrived at the Sage conclusion that Common Ordinary Sense was needed in the Legislative Body as everywhere else. That being a good story teller and a sharp position only qualified a man to entertain a Rabble. Our session lasted until the next July. 1852: On my return home I found an addition to our family of a nice little baby girl, we called Alice. The fatted calf was killed and our feast has continued ever since. Haven´t wanted to go down among the any more. WILL CALL TO VIEW SOME EVENTS OF THE PAST 10 YEARS: In 1845 Father died and was buried at Patriot, at the age of 75 years. Was active and spry to the last of his life. Mother went to Iowa with the friends moving there, finally made her home with Sarissa Smith, the youngest daughter. She lived to be 85 years old, retained her great mental faculties to the end. Was buried near where she had lived. Bro. John lived about 15 miles above Terre Haute, Indiana. Was injured by being thrown from his horse and died. He left a wife and 4 children: Harriett, James, Luthera, and Lucious. Have not idea where they moved to. Samuel lost his first wife at Napoleon, Indiana. She left three children: Mortimer, Hellen, and Cornelia. Mortimer was a prominent dentist, carried on the business several years successfully at Keokuk, Iowa. Lost his property in the depression of the time. After the war gathered up a few horses, went to California, Made money in breeding and handling fine stock. Returned to (Cleewland?) and died at his son Harry´s home who took charge of him and his money. Hellen died at Indianapolis, Cornelia is living at Keokuk, Iowa. Samuel married 2nd wife Elizabeth (Creag?). He was a practicing medicine. She died with Cholera, left 4 children: Miles, John Samuel, and Bruce. He educated them all for physicians. Miles married and had 2 children. He was a fine physician, died suddenly. The other boys went into Union Army. Samuel was wounded and died at St. Louis; John was made Capt. And Bruce came out with great honors for courage for a boy. They both have families and both are practicing medicine. Bruce has the credit of taking me through the Typhoid Fever last spring-- All O.K. Urania married Holiab Buck at Patriot. Moved to Iowa, where he died in 1846. Urania lived some years after. The left a family of 3 boys-- Two of them still live in Keokuk-- William and Asaph. Gilderoy studied law, married and went into business in Franklin, Indiana, where he died at about 55 yrs. His wife lived a few years longer. They left 3 children-2 girls and 1 boy. One girl still lives- is the wife of Wm. Jones, Indianapolis. Her name is Urania. Frisby married, moved to Iowa where they had 6 children--5 boys and one girl. The moved to Oregon about 1866. Frisby was all the latter part of his life a sufferer from (Newralgy). Yet he managed to get to Marion Co., Oregon, where he raised his family and left them comfortably off. He died in 1891 at the age of 85 years. Lucia Ann married Wm. Clark at Patriot. Moved to Iowa where he died with consumption, at a about 40 years of age. Sometime later she married Joseph French. They moved to LaCross, Wisconsin. He was a lawyer, but engaged himself in lumbering. Cut his foot and died of Lock Jaw. Some more years elapsed and she married Ledyard. He was a lumberman. They still lived in Wisconsin. When the Rebellion broke out, he enlisted in the Cavalry service. He died in the service somewhere below New Orleans. Lucia went to Oregon with Bro. Frisby and family. Rented a room in Portland and took in sewing. About 1870 she came to San Francisco. In 1868 she came to Sonama, California, again working at sewing. She then was getting a pension of $8.00 per month in green backs worth 60 cents to the dollar. Living and goods were high. With the aid of friends she run along till her pension was raised to $12. About that time we called upon the Masons of San Francisco with vouchers from Wisconsin, that Mr. Ledyard was a Master Mason, from that time she has received $12.00 per month from their Lodge. She has been an invalid for several years. For several years Lucia Ann has been alone in San Francisco. All the friends having scattered and gone. She never had any children. Her condition now is very lonely. She has been laid up with ulcers on one angle for two months. Nov. 1892 Today is election day. 52 years ago today, I cast my first vote for Wm. H. Harrison, President. Today I vote for his grand-son Benjamin Harrison for the 2nd term. Sarissa married Joshua Smith at Patriot, Indiana, He was a Riverman, a steam boat Captain. The moved to Iowa. He died of Yellow Fever, They had 6 children, one boy drowned in the Ohio River before leaving Patriot. In 1866 they moved to Oregon with Bro. Frisby where Norman, Joshua, Lucia and Sarissa still live. Sister Sarissa with her son Edward Pitt went to San Francisco, where they were treated for their eyes. She died December 22, 1886. Since that, Edward Pitt moved to Harriman, Tennessee, making his mark as an Odd Fellow and Prohibitionist. The other children remain in Oregon. Bro. Joshua was the oldest of the children. He died in Iowa at the age of 84, leaving 6 children out of 11. Some of them have died and the balance have gone to Marion County, Oregon. Sister Phebe married John Mellen, a Botanical Physician. Died in Iowa at the age of 78, left a wife, one son and one daughter. They lost one daughter some years before. Their son, Columbus married and died leaving a small family who live in Iowa. Their daughter, Columbia, married a Wm. Jagger, who have 9 children in Iowa. Sister died at the age of 92. Columbia Jagger lives near Danville, Iowa. Sister Betsy married Ithemar Hibbard a carpenter and fine mechanic, was a rank Presbyterian of the old Calvinistic School, yoked with a liberal wife, it was painful to contemplate. The both died in Iowa living 5 children: Forestus, Wallace-dead, Adeline-dead, Orinda, and Angelia both living in Florida (Lake Hellen). Sister Amy married David Rudd. He was a Riverman, a Captain for many years. They had 5 children, one girl died young. Johnson, the oldest boy and his father both died on the same trip from new Orleans to Keokuk, Iowa with Yellow Fever. Leonard went South, married and the last account of him- was in the Rebbel Service. Fayette has a family and is moving to Oregon this fall, 1892. The other boy died young. Sister Amy died with consumption at my house and was buried in the North Vernon cemetery. She was about 70 years at her death. I will go forward with the story of myself and family and must be allowed a little larger range of description than of other relatives, for the reason, these scraps are gathered for the gratification of my own family, and come down to their times. While running the Oakland Saw Mill, we built a schoolhouse and invited our neighbors to send children free of cost. Bro. Tripp and I divided our land and I built a nice little brick cottage and fine out buildings. We had made a success in milling and farming. In the spring of 1856, I sold my farm to a Mr. Marah of Cincinnati, Ohio for $45.00 per acre. The O. & M. Railroad was being built at that time. I had taken stock to the amount of 15 acres of ground which the as a Road Way.. I deposited my money over $5000.00 in the bank at Cincinnati. In 1855 the struggle commenced in Kansas, between the slave holders and Abolitionists. The Border States had been active in *** Constitution, which of course was Pro-slavery. This last act with many outrages of private and public nature, roused and North and in the Spring of 1856, eighteen of our citizens, with myself, determined upon going to Kansas to see how the matter stood. We determined also to invest in land if it suited. The year before, I had been prostrated with Rheumatism and was barely able to walk. Preston Branham, Dr. Beachly and myself were to go forward to buy provisions and tent, ordered them shipped to Lawrence, where we were to congregate. Our advance then proceeded up the Missouri River to Quinodarow?. We arrived at Quindarow? About 3´ock in the afternoon. The Hotel where we put up appeared all right, but we soon discovered an uneasiness upon the part of the Land Lords and the Bell was rung. In course of 15 minutes, a dozen men came in and we passed through a pretty thorough examination. We had come to stay. Enquired for a team and wagon, finally bought one, out fit these, left our inquisitive Pro-slavery friends and proceeded to Lawrence, to find the ashes and burnt ground where stood the Hotel, the pride of the embryo city. -- had done is work and gone. Here we met the balance of our company from hoe. Here we discussed our escape at Quindarow?. The air was still full of ;the smoke of the abolitionist as those opposed to slavery were called. We girded up our loines and fastened to the belt small arms, went forth to buy land or do Battle as occasion might demand. After several days looking at the country, we located on the Mary Degene, 8 miles above Osawatomie, where we remained till July waiting land sales. An incident near Paola - was a new frame house where the commissioner and the people (about 1500) to the sale of the land. The weather hot and men with coats off--showed the character of the men--each had the implements of war exposed in his belt. A young man by the name of Foster, just from the Easy, got upon a good box and commenced to harass the people upon the situation of Kansas, Telling of the butchery off young Brown, charging some of the prominent men, General Coffee and other who were there, with his murder. In less than a minute, every man seemed to have his eye upon some one for a target. When the commissioner called out that if he didn´t quit talking, he would put off the land sale. The crowd seemed glad that we all escaped so well. We had been 3 months waiting the sales. We drank in the (Douglas) squatter Sovereignty Doctrine. We said to Gov. Walker-protect us in our vote and we ask no more, but he proved powerless and Stephen A. Douglas with his Pet Theory went down together. When Abraham Lincoln rose upon Congressional intervention, this marks one of the strongest incidents in our Political History. From that time on, the leading mean of the South laid their plans for the Destruction of the Government. I purchased several pieces of land at the sale, investing most of my capital, planning for each one of my family & home. Built a frame house on the ground. Our company laid off for a Town. I took charge of the business of our Company, Spent the summer and fall there with the expectation of moving immediately, but when I returned home found Bro. Tripp had succeeded in purchasing the ground at the crossing of the J.M. & I. with O.M. Railroad. The importance of this purchase had not taken much hold upon my mind. Railroad towns had not developed much to attract attention but the situation here was calculated to enlist a friend. Tripp had worked hard to get the O.&M. Road through Vernon, the County Seat, but when the last survey was made Prof. Michel, the superintendent told the citizens of Vernon they could not afford to give them any encouragement-- that $100.00 would not induce the company to attempt it. Then Tripp began figuring for himself and in the sequel, secured the ground at the R.R. crossing. Now commenced a tirade of abuse upon Trip by the most highly esteemed men of Vernon. As the ``Handwriting on the wall´´ was talked about the more it was discussed, the light and the more intelligent became the , good men were so wrought up that they would bear false witness against a neighbor if he was in favor with Tripp. Bro. Tripp appealed to me to give up my Kansas move and share with him in his trials and the reward if any was made. Could I leave my more than Brother under such circumstances, I tell thee Nay: My mind was quickly made up. Without much ready cash, I entered into the Fray. We surveyed the ground and laid off the lots and honored Bro. Tripp by calling it Tripton. We built a sawmill on the ground and commenced cutting up the timer on the Town Plot. We then formed a corporation with Wm. D. Evans to build a furniture factory and to run the business. We then made a public sale of Town Lots. Got some money, paid on property and company. I then sold my interest in the saw mill and the furniture factory to Thomas Jones, a furniture dealer. I then formed the company of P.C. McGannan and Walter Allison for the building and running a flour mill. We bought a sawmill 7 miles West on O.M. R.R. amidst good timber, sawed out all our mill lumber. In 1859 had our mill ready for grinding. We turned over some lumber and paid cash for our engine, machinery and mill righting. We arranged with a firm at Cincinnati to furnish us capital to run, with engaging them our flour on commission. At harvest, the people of Jennings Co. were notified we were ready and would be pleased to buy what grain they would bring us, at current prices less the freight. There was at that time Baldwin´s Tunnell Mills, ¾ of a mile below Vernon. One of the finest water mills in Indiana, Up to this time no man other than the proprietors had bought wheat for them. This life or death struggle was now fairly inaugurated. The arrangement was for every merchant to buy wheat and every citizen to act as `` ``. All the strands of business and trade contained in the County Seat. Farmers called and got bags that lived in our range. When the wheat began to move we made a margin of 10 cents per bushel below the Cincinnati price. At Vernon they made but 5 cents. The farmer would call and say, I have your bags, I would like to get the highest price for wheat, it´s a good road to Vernon. Yes, Sir: Drive down sell your wheat and as soon as they get through at a loosing price, then we shall be pleased to buy your grain. The summer passed and our mill stood still. They dealt so sharply with the farmers to save themselves that some law suits followed, in which false witness was borne and Smith Vawter, a merchant who Tripp and I had transacted business to the amount of thousands of dollars. (Bankrupt Merchant) In this our great need he not only failed us, but was a active conspirator against us. He bought and paid all the heavy Bill and so involved the mill that he had to take the mill to indemnify himself. Put an other man in it, but the whole affair was overdone and the collapse had come. The proprietor was broke up and he was but about $8000.00, for the next 20 years we had no trouble to maintain a living margin on grain. The next important move against Tripton was to secure the active co-operation of the County Commissioners in building a new Court House. We petitioned them to place the matter before the people of the county, but to no effect. The power was still in their hands and a fine Court House was brought forth. Then a State Law passed that no Court House should be moved unless the distance should be over 3 miles. This 3 mile clause has since been repealed and in its stead 65 per cent of the free holders of the County are in favor of a change. This the matter stands. The Court House there represents the character of a few determined men to stand their ground and die by their colors. While commerce and trade have left their city and the younger citizens have moved away, the valiant old defenders fell with their faces toward the enemy and their eyes beholding Their Diana. But few would have the heart to suggest its removal. Let the monument stand. Let no ruthless hand deface its scars, or tear off the moss or remove its vine-clad shroud. The Town Building required all our energies. There being no let upon the part of the Old Town people. Church people became interested, The Catholics, Methodists and Universalists, had ground donated and soon commenced improvements. The Baptist and Lutheran a little later. During this time there was an effort to get a R.R. located from Louisville, Ky. To Ft. Wayne, Indiana, ``Called Ft. Wayne and Southern´´. This move brought Bro. Tripp again into active service. Meeting were called, resolutions passed and energetic men put into the field with subscriptions to aid in securing the line through Tripton. The R.R. Co. failed and an other company got permission after some years and finished to Tripton. About this time the name of Tripton was objected to on account of the name of Tipton, Indiana, in one of the northern counties. Bro. Tripp with his usual effort to alay the Old Town prejudice, at the sacrifice of his Name Sake and at the same time Flatter Vernon, by calling it North Vernon. Some prominent business was of different kinds locating on different streets. War Clouds begin to obscure the horizon and the question is ``will the Southern States force our Government into a war?´´ History tells the Bloody Story. Sumpter has the first of the Rebellion. Rapid moves are made. The President calls for 75,000 men. The touch of Patriotism ignited the hearts of all the Loyal people of the United States, our community called a meeting and the question was best calculated to lead in this emergency. No time was lost, upon the flash of thought came the name of Hagerman Tripp. A company was made up and he was duly elected their Captain, for a 3 months service. In the relation of business between him and me, I felt the best interest of our country would be sub serve in his hands and he felt that our home interests would get my best efforts. He went to West Virginia with his company of brave boys, drawn from the endearments of Friends and Neighbors, and went with all the energy in my power to the work chalked out for me. With a full power of Attorney from Bro. Tripp to handle our Town property as well as individual property and to take especial care of his family of Motherless children. His life acquaintance with Mother and me gave him great gratification, that all would be well cared for at home. Mother and me commenced at once to change our household affairs. We stored our goods, what we thought we would not need in our own home. The balance we moved to his dwelling, where Mother and me and our children took up our abode with his little fellows. The 3 months service expired and our soldier boys returned home and the call then came for three years service, or the end of the War. Bro. Tripp re-enlisted and his company with several new recruits. But little time elapsed till our Town and country was pretty well depleted and I found my labors increasing. P.C. McGannon and Walter Allison were my Partners in the Tripton Flour Mills and with my full consent both of them enlisted in the Service. I consented to act as attorney for several neighbors who had unfinished houses or business, with lots of promises to look after families. I had no one left except Charlie Suhr, my miller, who knew anything about our mill business. Town property had become active and the War active, with the anxiety, the tick of the Telegraph would put every nerve on the tension. The Telegram and the Letter frequently had to be laid aside for business call, or my Books and papers. (I had no clerk) Sometimes I would devote time to recruiting. Then when we realize that the most of our Loyal men had entered the Union Army, then we can begin to realize our situation. Them were days that tried the patriotic men or Women. We watched each other as closely at home as our armies and the Rebbles did during the War. Not withstanding all these drafts, my milling was and property in Town sold freely. Green Backs were plenty and property inflated, One dollar in Gold would buy $2.80 in paper. In 1862 our mill partner, Walter Allison died at Nashville with chronic diarrhea, leaving an excellent wife and three little children. A true Patriot and a honorable man. The next summer and fall brought back my other two partners from the Bloody Battle of Chickamauga. Bro. Tripp had been exalted to the office of Colonel of the 6th Ind. Vol. In the Battle of Chickamauga, had his leg shattered to pieces with a mina ball, below knee. They did not amputate but had the slivered ends of the bones sawed off. They never united and he was a great sufferer the balance of his days. He married Rebecca Smith, a widow lady. Was a daughter of Rheuben Coffin of Patriot, Indiana, She had one son Scott. As she entered the Col´s mansion, Mother and me with our little flock moved out. It was to look upon Bro. Tripp and realize the sacrifice he had made for his County. With all his personal pride, to be a cripple, and in many branches of business disqualified. His next prominent move was to take charge of the Office of Assessor of 3rd District of Indiana. He managed the office in a very satisfactory way. When done with that, with his usual enterprise, he formed a company for the purpose of manufacturing Woolen goods. At a very risky time. Was ready to fill orders about the time when financial collapse commenced. By the time an order could be filled, the cloth would hardly be worth what the wool cost. The result was it broke up his partners and left a debt for him to carry which made him tremble, yet ye worked his way through and finally left a very fair property for his family. He was very generous in looking after the destitute, was liberal in Theology, took a good deal of interest in building Universalism. The community became so affected with liberal sentiments, that the horrors of endless misery was pretty well off. The Orthodox took a large share of the wind out of the sales Universalism. Universalists cooled off, and other churches have held the fort every since by Consent. In the summer of 1892 a Thunder Bolt struck their church. The members were unanimous in selling the remains-- which was done. The ``Christian´´ was a buyer. The Col. Was a strong Republican from Principle, never asking office. He died in 1891, after long years of usefulness and was laid to rest in his own Cemetery. To me he still lives, his picture on my wall is a constant reminder of his honorable life and the love I bore him can only die when I follow him t his silent home. He left 3 boys, one a Banker, one an Agricultural dealer and one a Stove Dealer and a Tinner. His only daughter Cordelia married Edward Arnold. She had one son, when she followed her husband-- both died with Consumption. His kind and widow, Rebecca occupies 2 rooms of their mansion. Calls up pleasant reminders of the Col. While walking in the lonely path of widowhood. Ad I visit the place, there is so much of intimate life, interwoven with my own. That: He is gone, the land marks are gone and Where am I? Waiting to Follow. P.C. McGannon was quite a prominent soldier, came home 2 or 3 times as a recruiting officer and made Captain of a Company in the 6th Reg. Indiana Vol. He received a severe wound from a Mina Ball in his hip, at the battle of Chickamauga. It was some time before he could be brought home. The weather was warm and for want of proper attention, gangrene set in and we almost despaired of his life before we could get it to heal. Through all those trials, his wife, nor him, never complained; but as pure Patriots, their hearts and pulse beat in unison with their government. Their children are grown, their older Cora married John Carson, they have one child, are comfortably fixed, their next Lida, married Warren Dobbins and they have 2 children, a girl and boy. He is a telegrapher, they live at Shoals, Indiana. All happy. Grace, a nice girl lives at home. Has been courted for some time by a Mr. Fable. A telegrapher. A very pleasant young man. Why the delay, I know Not? There next a boy, Eldo. Tall, good looking decorous and manly. Has gone East to school, their next, Bessie, a large fine looking girl, just about finishing her common school education. They lost 2 little ones (their first, a girl and boy. It was a terrible grief to all our family. They were their Oldest and their All at the time.) The questions of little Adda hangs upon my memory like sunshine on the morning dew. In 1860, march 14. We lost our boy Charlie. He was about 18 years old, quick and active. Naturally mechanical. Took great interest in machinery. I put him in charge of our flour mill engine. By the error of making a fit of a hot water force pump cap, it jarred loose flew off and enveloped him with steam and hot water. The gloom, the darkness that overshadowed us, was dense and rare has been the occasion when I have had the heart to visit our Engine Room. Our boy, Eldo, not of an active temperament, easy to control, grew up large and strong, took the world easy. Seemed like a man when yet a Boy. Never wanted to ride on anybody´s wagon, or car unless he had business. He was his Mothers Boy. He gathered a business education Business. Left him with an interest in our Flour Mill in1867. He became dissatisfied with that, turned it over to Carney McGannon and entered into partnership with Holmes in quarrying and handling stone, which business like some other, was not Profitable, but after years of expense, him and Holmes dissolved their partnership and he continued with business, soon began to interest himself in Rail Road work. Made money, bought good property (the Banks-Cook, house and lot). He kept up with the Rail Road wants--became a favorite with them as with all who became acquainted with him. He has been generous to a fault (if generosity can have faults). He has a model wife, who has thrown over him so lovable a nature that there seems no time or place that suits him unless Aletta is with him. In all my observation in life, have never known the ``honeymoon´´ to last so long. His care for his family his friends and especially his Mother and me, are . We can say no less of our other children. For the last 15 years, he has grown heavier, weighting about 185 lbs. Seldom talks politics or religion. Votes Republican-- Too liberal on question of theology-- reads books or papers in preference to going to Church. I must digress from my regular chronology of our families, to record the death of Mrs. Rebecca Tripp, wife of Col. Tripp. She died the 3rd of October 1893, suddenly her sweet life went out--almost paralyzing us, so unexpected. It left the home lonely, no representative of our loved Brother Tripp--except her son by a former husband. The day we buried her was one of the loveliest and she seemed to smile as we look upon calm features--When we laid her beside the Col., I almost envied her resting place. Broken down in health and advanced in years-Should have thought I´d rather go than not--Were it not for one of the best wives in the world--now old and infirm, and a family whose love and kindness knew no bounds--all reacted upon me and I was ashamed of any childish feeling. In 1890, I exchanged my life insurance for a debt I had owned for many years--the only article I had to pay with--nothing to will to my dear family but love and why should I feel like going across the River as long as I could stay and enjoy their unselfish caresses. O--Why were we made to part?? Echo answers--Why?? My pen flies across the Mountains and Valleys to Oregon, to my only living sister (Lucia Ann) old and crippled- an invalid away from all her early life companions to think and think of early life and no one near to respond to with thoughts so far back. This is the 30th of January 1894. It is my Birthday. According to our chronology-- am 81 years old today. It is a lovely morning and my thought are on the wing--away to Rutland County, Vermont, when anxious parents worn with care-suffering with anxious hearts and thankful that no serious results have overtaken them in producing 12 well developed children. Thankful no doubt that they probably were Through. But the thought of raising and education so many with but little beside their willing hands to toil. How dauntless and determined must have been my Parents, in that cold climate with such a family to provide for, no m no complaints before or since as I ever heard. How changed- full grown healthy men at the door begging for bread- in climate that blossoms and ripens and bears all the year round. Our American children are not paupers- it is down trodden of the Old World that tramp from one city to another--this is bountiful country. I am retrospecting this lovely morning--looking over my pathway where I see the Shifting Scenes--early friends and acquaintances all gone and like a tree in the forest benefit its active vigorous foliage, I stand waiting a little stronger wind to fall among the signs of active life. I see much of suffering along the pathway- anxious hours, real pain--but blessed with a social nation ready in a moment to reverse the pain for pleasure and anxiety for strong hope that all things would soon run smooth again-- My religion-- One God. July the 4th, 1894 This morning finds Mother and me as usual in health. Debilitated and Weak. We put up our Flags of Red, White and Blue, and set down to retrospect the past. View the present and hope for the future of our Country. How great the Light and Shades of the past. Ours was prosperous until the slavery question envoloved us in a Civil War. We mourn our slaughtered children and once a year decorate their graves with flowers. The present finds us on a volcano, dark portentions and doubtful. The struggle between Labor and Capital: During the last 25 years, while prosperity has been produgal of her comforts, discontent notwithstanding has grown as rapidly as prosperity and as the more fortunate separated from the Emigrant and the common laborer see and felt the diverging lines of separation until with aid of Politician, miners, mechanics, etc., all organize to force employers to their terms, regardless of law, individual rights, or Common consistency, sapping and murdering the principals of a free government. At this writing Commerce, travel and the moving, was of business stands trembling, while the strikers defy the Government and insult its officers. Anarchy and despotism Reigh. (This is the darkest 4th since the Rebellion.) Christmas Day 1894. Today Mother and me dine with Eldo and Family. His family are all at home, healthy and merry. Parents and grandparents have reason to be proud of the Hicks Stock. Our other children and grand children are all well and happy as they can be under the circumstances. Our Dear Bessie McGannon is down so low with consumption, that our merriment and happiness ebbs and flows barring or accepting Bessie´s affliction. We are passing through one of the pleasantest hollo-days of our lives. Our families all in comfortable circumstance, and above all else, their feelings and happiness consists of living and doing all they can for each other. As age comes on and our strength goes away, our children become an exhilarating staff, whose ``Wand´´ turns the dry and seared pastures to the green velvet that is soft to our feet and pleasant to our sight. ``LIFE IS WORTH LIVING´´. E.P. Hicks One word about my lone sister. In Cot. 1894 she left Oregon for a home at Evergreen, Santa Clara Co., California, 84 years old and an invalid, but with grand mental force, she has found a home made to full the want of the lone widow, who had given all she had to her Country. The back ground the mountain, the sides, the varied fruits, and the front, the flowers of Paradise with the breath off of California spices. Above all the sweetness and grandeiour in the genial Matron and others who manage The Evergreen Home. Blessed was the day when she entered this place; made by those who Loved the Gov´nt, the Soldier and his Widow. January 30, 1895. This brings about another Birthday. 82 yrs. Memory carries us back to that cold State Vermont, where I was ushered in life. May I never forget the anxiety of that eventful period to my Parents (one more child to be fed and clothed and cared for and loved.) None but those who raise families can tell or feel, the mental strain. My health fair, my surrounding not excelled, Wife comfortable. Children far above the average for kindness, are not doing anything toward paying expenses, yet our children have the faculty of making us feel that they are in debt to us and spare no pains trying to pay up. We hope not live to be regarded as a subject to be tolerated only on account of consanguinity. With our great Blessings we have heart felt troubles, but few days ago buried our granddaughter Bessie McGannon, just blossoming into womanhood. The youngest of their family, Loved and worshipped by her family and friends. Our minds cross the mountains and deserts to the Evergreen Home in California, with great anxiety to see my lone sister. She has been writing me every Sunday since she went to make her home there, till the last 3 weeks. No News. She has been so well entertained since she went there. We have hoped she might live to enjoy many more years. O´ how anxious we are. Good evening to Jan. 30, 1895 E.P.H. February 23rd, 1895 My lone sister Mrs. L. A. Ledyard died this day. After several days of severe suffering. It is hard to suppose this loneliness, I am the last one of John Hicks, Sr. large family--14 (?). In all. Each living to middle or old age and except Lucia Ann, all raised families, which at this time I know to where or whither they have all gone. All lived to be loved. I´m left to make up this record! I have just been overhauling old letters and find in 1847 while living in Vernon, Mother sent me the following list of our family that I might make her a neat record of the family. It will be more accurate than the one made from memory in the fore part of this family history. John Hicks Sr. was born Aug. 14, 1768 in Germany Elizabeth Butts born July 18, 1770 in England They were married January 22, 1790 in Vermont. Joshua, first child bornNov. 10, 1790 PhebeAug. 14, 1792 ElizaOct. 2, 1794 AmyDec. 3, 1796 JohnMar. 10, 1799 SamuelOct. 16, 1801 GilderoyJan. 3, 1804 FrisbyJuly 28, 1806 UraniaJune 28, 1808 Lucia AnnAug. 29, 1810 PittJan. 30, 1813 SarissaOct. 1, 1815 Our baby girl Alice was born May 30, 1852. Was our youngest and probably received more attention on that acct. Was quick to see the relish of a ready thought at repartee, grew up genial with a pleasant work and a smile for her friends. In 1874- Aug. 23rd she married David Overmyer of Jennings Co., Indiana. He was a young lawyer of more than ordinary vim and perseverance. Soon became impatient- wanter a larger field, bigger cases and more of them. In casting around he decided to go to Topeka, Kansas. For a time he became impatient and very lonesome. His affectionate nature could hardly brook the seperation from old friends and associates. In course of a year or two that were off as business increased and success has crowned his untiring efforts. At this writing, 1896, he stands the peer of the best in his profession, as his eye fastens upon the evil doer. It takes the bark off expiring the confession of the Evil Doerer. His wife Alice proved herself more than ordinary for finances, giving aid and comfort to his lonely and discourage feeling for a time after going to Kansas. Norwithstanding, she was the pet of her fathers family. They have 4 children living- 2 girls and 2 boys. All healthy and bright. Have a nice palatial home in the subbers of the city. They come to see us about once a year. Our communications are frequent, full of affection and Mother and me are often remembered with material aid. We were just reminded of their love by the Xmas presents of 1895. E.P. Hicks The Holly days of 1895 Christmas has come and gone with its little gifts of love and kindness. Mother and I have felt ourselves still the favored ones. Useful gifts have been flowing in for a week from our dear children and grand children. The only stirring matter outside is the Venezuela Boundry line with England, the Presidents message declaring the Monroe Doctrine. It creates a flurry and much Patriotic burst forth all over the U.S. commending the President for calling on Congress, for a commission to arbitrate. Cuba is exciting our anxiety. Trying to throw off Spanish Rule. We are hopeful that they will be able to establish a Republican form of Govt. January 30, 1896 E.P. Hicks was 83 years old today and was celebrated and enjoy by the family at Eldo´s. To further add to the celebration Eldos´ 2nd son Edwin was 21 years old this day and to seemingly add to all the pleasure of a spring day in the winter. My old friend W.H. and wife and son Eber of San Francisco dropped in just in time to fill to overflow the pleasures of the day and the evening. Mother has not been able to participate in the celebration and the Visit (so goes our time) January 31- nine O´ck. A. M. We now part with our San Francisco friends and return to our quiet thoughts for reflection. Satisfied with life. (Yesterdays sun is under clouds today) March 1st 1896 Mother has been quite poorly. March 8th-is now much improved. March 7--Alice has been with us just 2 weeks. We keep her chair at the table in memory, fearing it will be the last one to visit us both in life. It was painful to part with her, but we know we are creatures of circumstance and she had to return to her dear children and husband. Dec. 24, 1896 I am seated by the fire, solitary and alone. Mother has retired. 7 ock. P.M. usual time She has been too feeble to go to McGannons for her meals about half of the time since last August and for the past 6 weeks has laid down about half the time. Her cough is not so bad but her bowels are quite irregular- but not painful. She is becoming quite forgetful. I am uneasy about her. The Cxs. Eve reminds me of many that have preceeded it. I see mentally our own families as well, other friends giving remembrances to each other. I am happy in the thought produced by these reminders of love and good will and the inspiration carries me back to my childhood when my Mother patted me on the head and said if I only made as good a man as I was a boy. She would be so happy. Those cheering words made their impression and I promised to try. My youth is passed, middle age is gone, Old age is here. Let echo answer where no personal observation could be had. The Mothers anxious words about my life. I look upon her Picture and hope for something that will satisfy this longing hungry Soul. If this mental dies with the physical body, it won´t matter about a resurrection. Oh! How silent are the Dead. It´s a good thing for us to rest and sleep when worn out and tired out. So Be It. January 30, 1897 Today I´m 84 years old. Today I look back along the line from Rutland Co., Vermont to No. Vernon, Jennings Co. Indiana and I see enough of varied lifes scenery to fill a volume each year. I´m in fair good health and am enjoying my surroundings with the exception of Mother´s illness; she had been quite delicate for the past year. Mother has been a remarkably busy woman, not a stout robust make but apparently frail, yet she has worn like steel, until the last 2 years. A continued cough has wasted her strength, till the last 2 months she has been confined to the house and for the past 2 years so feeble as to take all my time and attention to aid her in getting up and down. As I sorrow over her, I rejoice that I am in good health and can wait upon her as she has me, many times in the past. My indebtedness to her cannot be canceled, but the interest can be paid. Hope is our morning and evening Star. Edward Pitt Hicks Jan. 30, `97 May 1, 1897 Today I´m rejoiced with a decidedly better prospect of Mother again getting about. She has passed through a painful winter. The roe part, a terrible cough, raising very much phlegm, till about 6 weeks ago she took the grip. She then quit coughing and raising. Then commenced a painful soreness through her body and head. A restlessness followed of getting up and lying down almost constantly. Followed a dull stupidity that shut out much of the mental vivacity and life that cheers the rugged pathway. But hope has kept pretty even pace with our need and today it is still stronger. She is my Patient. June 18, 1897. Alive and her tow little ones returned home to Topeka today with sorrow and gladness mixed. When she went home the last time we doubted whether she would ever see us again, but she has come and gone again. Can we hope she will see us again. My heart sicken with doubt. When I look upon Mothers emaciated face and realize her condition, her worn mental and physi8cal strength gone, The long night of Eternity is Close at Hand. I am surprised at my remaining anxious feeling about things of Earth, for a few moments things seem to fade, turn dark and seemed worthless. We have brot Mother over to Carney´s where Libbie can help me take care of her. The mental strain wears away and we relapse into our old feeling of care for family, friends, and things of Earth. Our love for our children has no bounds. Their effort to let us forget of our nearness of the End, Springs from the highest motive of the human Soal. Their building for themselves that greatest of all blessings for their Old Age. Nov. 25, 1897 I have just been to Harry Hicks´ to a Thanksgiving Dinner. Eldo, Lettie and al their boys have been at the festive board together. Healthy and Joyous. I´m in no condition to write but commence for fear tomorrow will no improve the situation. I waited an hour for Eldo to come to take me up to Harrys and during that time my feeling became very much depressed, with the feeling that my time was about out and the question I asked myself was there anything more I needed to do? My nature answered Nothing. The darkness passed off. The clouds cleared away as I rode with Eldo up to Harrys and I enjoyed as well as could be expected with a good wife at home slowly passing t her rest. Our dear Libbie and Carney have to Albany, Indiana to spend the day with their daughters family and their son Eldo. Our Alice is away from us with her little family, but her weekly letters are reminders that we are not forgotten. Our home is now occupied by others and Mother and I am in the tender care of our children. What could be more legitimate. In youth they were our idols and constant care. The idea of such Sate of things give the finishing touch to mortality; and I hope such blessing my follow our children and their after them. Christmas 1897 Poor Mother lies on the apparently oblivious to time or its surroundings. Much the same she has been for the past year. I go as cheerfully as I can to Eldos´ to dinner, where everything is done to make the day pleasant. His family altogether. Today is Jan. 30. My birthday and Edwins. All meet again at Eldos to eat turkey and celebrate. All possible efforts are made to pass these olden days without Aloy. Feb. 1st. Winter has found us at last-- 2nd below zero 3rd below zero April 26, 1898 Our Alice returned home to her family at Topeka today, has been with us since the 15th. She with the love and best wishes of her family for us. We have been overjoyed with the visit. With rejoicing we return her to her family. The long drawn out diplomacy between Spain and the U.S. in regard to the indecencies of Cuba has been brought to a close by the declaration of War. Much of our visit has been speculation upon it; some of our Dear Ones may in ignited by a spark of patriotism that will carry them into the Service. When looking upon some specimens of volunteers in our Rebellion that was sick, lame, and . May 23rd 1898 Today marks the 66th anniversary of the marriage of Eliza Robertson and Edward Pitt Hicks of Switzerland Col, Indiana. Today my mind runs backward and forward like the wavers shuttle. The events of the past and the surmises of the future-- many mis-steps; but no reproaches. Have lived up to the best lights before me. Have enjoyed social life and my family above rubies. Combined ailments are making me a willing of the inevitable. Mother has mutually gone forward in advance and not likely to be interested in any more anniversaries. Her life seems drawn out in waiting for me. If she was