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A History of the Pioneer and Modern Times

Ashland County, Ohio
by H. S. Knapp
Publ: Philadelphia
by J. B. Lippincott & Co.
(Transcribed by Sharon Wick)

Green Township

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     SURVEYED IN 1807, by General James Hedges, Deputy Surveyor of the United States

Population in 1820............... .........62
Population in 1830 .........1097
Population in 1840      "               " .......2007
Population in 1850      "               " .......1902
Population in 1860 (including Perrysville)      "               " .......1743

      The first white settlement was made in 1809 or 1810.  It was, probably, settled the same year with

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Mifflin and Mohican.  There is no township in the county more rich in antiquarian wealth, or incident relating to its early history, than Green.  Dr. J. P. Henderson, of Newville, a fine scholar, and a gentleman of cultivated taste, has a collection of specimens of the ancient race, the accumulations of many years, and gathered from Ohio and other Northwestern States, some of the most valuable of which were obtained from this township.  After centuries of undisturbed repose, the disemboweled earth of old Green has yielded up treasures which have enriched the cabinets of students of archaeological science to a greater degree, probably, than any surface of equal extent in the country.
     Upon the land of Jesse Parr existed a circular embankment, seven feet in height, inclosing an area of nearly three acres.  From a mound, a few rods east of this work, curiously wrought implements of copper and stone were taken.  Regarding other of these ancient works near the old Indian village, the reader is referred to the statement of Samuel Graham, which will be found in its proper place.
     Much of the surface of Green Township is broken, although its hills and valleys yield rich rewards to the cultivators of its sold, as the agricultural statistics demonstrate.
     The Black Fork enters the township from its western border, and flows in a southeasterly course, until it reaches Loudonville, in Hanover Township - traversing a distance of about ten miles.  The low banks and sluggish current of this stream render its water privileges of comparatively little value.  There are, however, two dams upon it in Green Township.  One of these, owned by Mr. Beechley, runs two pairs of

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burrs and one saw; and the other, formerly known as the "Stringer Mill," but now owned by Augustus A. Taylor, furnishes water for running three pairs of burrs and one saw.  The valley of this stream is generally broad, and not exceeded in fertility by any area of equal extent in this quarter of Ohio.
     It will be discovered, by statements elsewhere made, that in the early settlement of the township, Messrs. Coulter, Oliver, Rice,  and others built flat-bottomed boats, and freighted them with pork, flour, whisky, etc., and ran them to New Orleans.  These boats world average about fifteen feet in width, fifty feet in length, and would carry near twelve hundred pounds.
     Upon the Clear Fork, which only runs about a mile through the southwest corner of Green Township, there is one dam, furnishing power for running a grist-mill with three pairs of burrs, and a saw-mill with one saw.  These mills are now the property of Thomas W. Calhoun.
     Honey Creek originates in the Quaker Springs, near the southeast line of Vermillion Township, and pursues a southwardly course through Green, a distance of about five miles, and terminates in the Black Fork, upon the land recently owned by the late Abraham Dehaven  Upon this stream there are six saw-mills and one grist-mill.


     Aside from those in the town of Perrysville there are two.


     About 1837, the Methodist Episcopal denomination erected a house for worship near the northeast corner

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of Green Township, adjacent to the present town of McKay.  The society, about twelve years since, becoming feeble, by reason of deaths and removals, the building and ground are purchased by Christians, in the neighborhood, belonging to various denominations, and it is now open to all creeds who desire its use as a place for worship.  The present trustees are Abner Hissen, Jacob Barlett, and Jesse Davis.  The building is a frame, and will accommodate with seats about two hundred persons.


     The building was erected in 1837.  It is built of brick; is 35 by 44 feet, and will accommodate with seats a congregation of three hundred and fifty persons.



     This town, the only one in Green Township, was laid out on the 10th day of June, 1815, by Thomas Coulter.

Population in 1830............... 9
Population in 1860............... 135

     The town is situated upon the line of the Pittsburg, Fort Wayne, and Chicago Railroad.  It contains one church, one forwarding and commission house, two dry goods stores, one tannery, one hotel, one tailor shop, one blacksmith shop, one grocery and provision store, and two physicians.


     This is the only one in the town.  Perrysville united with Lake Fork in the support of a minister;

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was organized, probably, in 1818, or earlier, and enjoyed part of the ministerial labors of the Rev. S. Baldridge for several years.
     Rev. William Hughes was licensed as a clergyman of the Old School Presbyterian Church, by the Presbytery of Beaver, on the 24th of June, 1829, and during the same year immigrated to this county.  On the 15th of August, 1829, he preached the first sermon in the neighborhood of his present residence, at the house of the late William Taylor, Esq., in Green Township.  On the ninth of September following he was appointed by Presbytery as stated supply for the churches at Perrysville and Lake Fork Cross Roads.  April 5th, 1830, he was ordained.
     The first elders of the church were Thomas Coulter, John Van Horn, and George Crawford - none of whom are now living.  The present elders are William D. Ewalt, James Byers, John White, and William Reed; and the deacons are James Coe and William D. Ewalt.
     The building was erected thirty-six years ago, is 30 by 44 feet, and will accommodate a congregation of four hundred persons.






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A Colony of Land Pirates.

     In the year 1825, a band of outlaws, under the leadership of John Driskel made their principal abode in Green Township, upon the farm now owned

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by John Taylor, Esq.  They were the terror of the good people of Green and neighborhood, as they had previously been of the inhabitants of Columbiana and Wayne Counties, where they had formerly resided, and where they had committed extensive depredations.  While in the first-named county, the elder Driskel had an encounter with one of the Poe family, resulting in the loss of the tip of his nose, which, added to his naturally repulsive features, gave him a marked and hideous countenance.  During his residence in Wayne County, but while other others families connected with the gang, hereafter mentioned, were living in Green Township, he had been sentenced to the penitentiary, and effected his escape.  A reward was offered for his recapture and return.  His confederates were numerous, and scattered over a large district of territory; but John Driskel, his son Pearson, and his son-in-law Reeson Brawdy, and Aaron Brawdy, were among the most desperate; and they (when not professionally engaged) and their families made their headquarters on the place above mentioned.
     Their principal crimes were horse-stealing, incendiarism, and burglaries.  They were men of great physical strength and brutal courage, and never omitted an opportunity to exercise these qualities.  The boldness and frequency of their depredations had aroused intense indignation among the people of the neighborhood, and organized efforts were made to detect the haunts and effect a capture of the leaders.  Among those most active and vigilant in securing this object, were Jonathan Coulter and William Irvin- the former being generally engaged, when one of the gang would be arrested, in prosecuting for the

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State, and the latter being constable of the township.  The outlaws had offered, alternately, violent threats and large bribes in money to these and other like adversaries to secure their neutrality; but their firm resistance of all corrupt offers to compound felony, and their inflexible determination to either bring the culprits to justice or rid the country of their presence, brought upon them the concentrated malice of the entire gang, and a war of extermination became necessary to the security of life and property in the settlement.
     The barns of Coulter and Irvin were fired during the fall of the year 1829 - consuming several horses and large stocks of grain, hay, etc., and requiring all the energies of Mr. Coulter and family to prevent the flames from communicating with their house.  Suspicions led to the arrest of Pearson Driskel, who was tried and sentenced to the penitentiary for the crime; although in the progress of his trial it appeared that he was only a particeps criminis- having employed a fellow known as "Crop-eared Bawdy" to accomplish the incendiary work.
     Efforts were, some years later, made to arrest the elder Driskel, who, having effected his escape from the penitentiary, had been discovered, one December evening, near dark, by John Kidwell in Mohican Township, making his way, stealthily, on horseback, thorough the woods, in the direction of the dwellings of his son and son-in-law.  The younger Driskel in the mean time had served his term in the penitentiary, and was at home.  Kidwell, anticipating the destination of the old man, immediately set out on foot through the woods to communicate his discovery to the immediate neighbors of the outlaws.  A force of

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five resolute men were assembled, and proceeded to the suspected houses, which they reached at a late hour in the night; and a careful reconnoissance of the premises discovered hanging under the portico of young Driskel's cabin a new saddle, which had been described by Kidwell as the one upon the horse which the old man was riding.  Being thus persuaded that the fugitive was in the house before them, three of the party, consisting of William Irvin, David Ayres,  and Thomas W. Coulter, opened the door and entered.  The latter approached the fire-place to stir the live coals, and produce a light in the room.  The inmates of the house had, until this, been in a profound slumber; but the movement of Coulter awoke the women, who immediately gave utterance to piercing screams.  Their cries at once aroused the old man; and, springing from bed with a bowie-knife in hand, stooped down and also seized his rifle, threatening with death every intruder who did not instantly leave the house.  His order was promptly obeyed - the three men retreating and closing the door after them.  The old man stormed terribly, and swore that he would not be taken alive - that he would rather be shot down in his tracts than returned to the penitentiary - and that he would sell his life as dearly as possible.
     It was a bitter cold night; and the party on the outside, suffering from the inclemency of the weather, determined to bring the scene to a close, and they accordingly announced to the old man that he had five minutes in which to make his election of death or surrender.  During this interval, he at several times sought to escape through the door and confront his enemies; but his son, aided by the women, would as often force him back from the door.  In one of

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these efforts, he had thrust his gun and arm through an opening in the doorway, when William Irvin seized the opportunity to deal a heavy blow with a club upon his exposed arm, which for the time paralyzed it.  Four of the five men were armed with flint-lock muskets - these being the best fire-arm in common use in those days - and the other had a pistol.  Old Driskel was a little ahead of the times.  He owned a pick-lock gun - percussion caps were not known in this country then - but old Driskel's nice gun had what were called "percussion grains."  These grains were about the size of a pin's head, and the pick striking down on one was what exploded the powder.  The old man had his gun raised to fire at Mr. Rice, who was standing in front of the partly open door, when his son Pearson slipped his hand between his gun and the pick, thereby preventing the discharge of the gun, but receiving a wound upon his own hand.  He once snapped his gun within four feet of the breast of David Ayres, and the latter aimed a pistol at the body of the culprit, but his weapon also missed fire.  The five minutes having expired, the order to fire was given, and the result was four "snaps" and one "flash."  Ayres pistol was a crack one, and in a few minutes its load was accidentally discharged.  To obtain a better sight on the old man, the party began to push out the "chinking" between the logs for the purpose of securing portholds for the muzzles of their guns; when the criminal yielded to the entreaties of his family, and announced his willingness to surrender.  The men then entered the house and secured the limbs of the prisoner with a rope - committed him to the charge of two strong men, brothers, named Peterson, who, on the same morning, left with their charge

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for Columbus.  Arriving at Sunbury, Delaware County, on the first night, the old villain managed to effect his escape - and thus terminated the career, in Ohio, of one of the vilest desperadoes that ever cursed a civilized community.  His family and confederates soon joined him in the West, where they pursued their vocation of crime for some years; when old John, his son William, and another of the gang, fell into the hands of a band of "Regulators," in Northern Illinois, and were shot immediately upon their seizure.  The body of his youngest son, David was soon after found hanging upon a tree.
     A communication by John Coulter, Esq., published several years since in the Mansfield Herald, contains the following reference to this band and their depredations, and the names of those who had organized to bring them to justice: -
     "This gang was also composed of some of the actual settlers as well as others at a distance.  The following are some of the depredations which were committed previous to their being detected and routed.
     "They commenced first by stealing the horse of William Taylor, Esq., then living on Honey Creek, about three miles east of Perrysville.   Next was the stealing Alexander Rices Rockingham colt, a very valuable animal; then the breaking open and robbing Mr. Hart's store, on Honey Creek, about three miles south of Hayesville.
     "These depredations, committed in succession, alarmed the different neighborhoods, calling into action the services of the 'Black Cane Company.'*
     *This company was composed of the most prominent settlers of the different neighborhoods molested by these ruffians.  Each member of the company carried with him a black cane made of

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     "Marshaling their numbers into the field, they started out upon a searching expedition.  Information had reached them that the goods stolen from Mr. Hart's store were secreted in a certain elder swamp, about one and a half miles above the village of Perrysville, which swamp was situated near the banks of the Black Fork.
     "On receiving the information, the company immediately repaired to the swamp, and after searching it, they returned without meeting with any success.
     "In a few days after this, the saddle of John Coulter was stolen, and, as he supposed, in retaliation for assisting in the search of the goods stolen from Mr. Hart.
     "A few days afterward, information reached Messrs. Coulter and Hart that the saddle and other stolen goods were en route for the West.
     "On hearing this, Mr. Coulter and Mr. Smith (after being duly authorized) went in pursuit of said goods, overtaking the wagons at Monroeville, and searched them, but without success; and they came to the conclusion that the goods were not there, and returned home.*
the wood of crab-apple or black haw, as follows : the bark was peeled off, (the knots being left on,) after which the canes were burned black, and theu greased for the purpose of giving them a shining appearance.
     The names of the persons composing this company, as far as recollected, are, Captain Thomas Coulter, William Irvin, A. Rice, Isaac Martin, Thomas Martin, David Coulter, C. H. Rice, David Ayres, Charles Tannehill, Lewis Oliver, T. W. Coulter, John Capel, Solomon Gladden, Melzer Tannehill, Jonathan Coulter, James Irvin, Nathan Stearns, Harry Hill, David Hill, Reuben Hill, John Latty, Levi Taylor, John Coulter, Esq., and some others whose names are not now recollected.
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"After his return home, Mr. Coulter commenced the collection of several judgments then due on his docket, one of which, amounting to about forty-five dollars, was on one of this notorious clan, who, having considerable business before Mr. Coulter in his official capacity, knew where he (Mr. Coulter) kept the money he thus collected.
     "After collecting the money, one evening after his return, a thought occurred to him that his desk might become an object of consideration to this villain and his gang, and that the removal of said deposits to another place might not be unimportant.  This was done; the money, excepting about five dollars, was removed.  That night his desk was removed from the house into the meadow, about one-fourth of a mile distant, then owned by Dr. Ayres, and rifled of its contents, amounting to five dollars in money, a set of shaving tools, and a penknife, all of which the villians took.  By removing the money, Mr. Coulter saved about one hundred dollars.
     "About the time that the barns of Jonathan Coulter and William Irvin were fired and burned, a large flatboat, built by Lucius Doolittle, and loaded with three or four hundred barrels of flour, pork, and whisky, was cut loose from its moorings by the same clan of villians, and left to drift at random down the Black Fork of Mohican. Luckily it drifted but a short distance, when it was discovered and made safe.
     "All these depredations were committed in the space of about one year, during which almost every

were then actually in the wagon, but confined under a false floor of the bed, and, on entering the wagon, the deception was not discovered.

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house in the neighborhood was plundered of some thing or other.

From the Mansfield Herald, March 24, 1858















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Characteristic of Johnny Appleseed.

     Johnny, from more respect to his sense of right than law, would join parties who were employed in work upon the public roads.  On one occasion, while thus engaged near the Jones prairie, in Green Township, a yellow jacket's nest became disturbed, and one of the insects found its way under his pants; and although it inflicted repeated stings, he gently and quietly forced it downward by pressing his pants above it.  His comrades, much amused at his gentleness under such circumstances, inquired why he did not kill it?  To which he replied that "it would not be right take the life of the poor thing, as it was only obeying the instinct of its nature, and did not intend to hurt him."

A Trip of New Orleans, Richland, etc.

     In the spring of 1823, Lewis Oliver and John Davis purchased of Nathan Dehaven a flat bottomed boat,

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and freightened it, partly at the place of Mr. Oliver and partly at the Loudonville mills, with wheat, flour, lumber, park, chickens, and whisky, and safely  navigated their craft and its burden to New Orleans.  At that place, not finding a market for their wheat and pork, they reshipped those portions of their cargo to Richmond, Virginia.  From the latter place, they traveled homeward, on foot.



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The Old Distilleries

     "Anyway to make money to pay taxes, and have a little something to trade on," thought the poor pioneer; and no better way was there than to make whisky.  And here, in early days, among the sylvan shades of wild and beautiful Green Township, were no less than eight distilleries.  A staunch, buzzing, seething, chattering, peerless one, was that which stood on the green slope just a few rods above Greentown meeting house: old, old settlers will tell you now, with a sneaking, fun-loving twinkle in the half averted eye, "it made most delicious whisky."  But, alas! for the curse! poor men hung around it, willing to chop wood, empty slops, or do any dirty jobs, for all they could drink while they worked.  Another distillery was near where Warring Wolf now lives, a mile or so below McKay; another on the Cowen farm; another on the Van Horn estate; one on the Vanscoyoe farm; another on Richard Guthrie's; another on Jesse Parr's; and the last one we can remember, near the old Manner mill, on the Clear Fork.  Thank God! they are all gone now!  The sweet autumn airs play over the green, grassy places where once rose their snaky hisses and their pestilential breathings, and the brooks and hill side springs and gushing fountains, that were once so

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wickedly perverted to base uses, now sin no more.  Where stood the distilleries with the cavernous hole dug under them, are now fields or woodland pastures, with only a green hollow, or dimple, left to tell the tale.  But, my oh! how handy it was to have something to trade on—good deal handier than stamps.  Mr. bought a horse of old Billy Rag Bag, and gave forty-five gallons of whisky; great, big, good horse, nothing the matter at all with him; not shoulder-stove, or spavined, or ailing at all.  And the Rag Bag family lived gloriously, superbly, for a whole month or two— had egg-nog to drink three times a day, and a good swig all round before they went to bed at night, and had their pumpkin sauce seasoned with whisky, and their corn bread; and then it was excellent to take the wild, woodsy taste off the spring water in those early times, when the very sunshine would not penetrate through the dense, leafy screen that curtained in their hill-side springs!
     And this fine young horse that the wealthy Miss Skimmens drives so beautifully every day, her veil and ribbons all a flutter after her, and her dainty gloved hands toying so charmingly with the scarlet lines!  Fine horse, that—carries his head like a Napoleon!  Well, his great-great-grandam only cost sixty gallons of whisky, and grandpa carried it home him self, in pails and such like.  Boggs wouldn't let him have the big barrel in the bargain.  Boggs was close in a deal—Young America would call him cussed stingy.

About Cincinnati in 1808, etc.

     In the year 1809, Judge Thomas Coulter was going down the river, from Jefferson County, Ohio, with a boat load of flour, pork, and whisky, when a

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man, who owned a large tract of land on which Cincinnati now stands, hailed him, and was very anxious to make a trade with him—let him have his land for the contents of his boat.  The judge didn't like such mighty rough, broken land, and, after talking a few minutes, went on his way to New Orleans.  That was a common way then, among enterprising men, to make a good stout boat, and take provisions down to New Orleans, unless they sold out before they got

Incidents of Social Life in the Pioneer Times.

     In early days all the salt the pioneers could obtain was brought from Zanesville, on horseback, subsequently in boats.  Neighbors often borrowed pints or teacupsful, and then used it very sparingly, it was so precious.  Mush was almost intolerable without salt.  The old pioneer mothers tell us now that stewed pumpkin was eaten three times a day, and was considered a staple, or as much of a necessity as potatoes are now.  A young married couple, who commenced housekeeping in a bare log cabin, with a straw bed, an axe, and a borrowed dinner pot—no teakettle or spider or other ironware, save this memorable pot— the first winter dried one hundred large pumpkins for their own family use; for, as she says now, "we wanted to busy ourselves at some kind of employment in the long evenings."  The following summer, she taught school at home—had a few scholars, some of them great slab-sided young men, who couldn't tell how many months there were in a year.  The cheery, sweet little wife would have to stand tip-toe beside them, and used to get so tickled at their funny answers.  Not as school ma'ams do now did she when

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school was out—draw her pay and buy something new.  Oh, no! their parents paid in spinning and weaving, and in helping John clear and grub in the sturdy wild wood.  Sheep were very scarce, but the good wives managed to get up an occasional home spun coat for the husbands to wear to meeting.  They dyed the cloth brown with butternut bark, or, in better days, blue, with a dye made of chamber lye and indigo.  The dear little dye tub had to stand in the warmest corner; it held as honorable place then as my lady's trim little work stand does now in the family sitting-room.  The dye tub had a tolerably close cover, and was used to sit on altogether.  We have frequently heard a story about a young man in those days, in Green Township, going sparking Sunday night, and, while he stayed, he occupied the honorable seat above named.  The cover got shoved aside a little, and the skirts of his light-drab coat slipped down into the blue element.  And there he sat, like a beaver soaking his tail, and the skirts were dyed a pretty blue.  We never believed this, but it made a capital thing for the girls in those olden times to titter about, at quiltings and corn-huskings and frolics, and "after meeting was out."  They had pretty girls in those days—we love to ask the old fellows about 'em now, and hear the invariable answer, "she was like a steel-trap;" or, "her eyes were like a wild deer's;" or, "her cheeks were like red roses;" or, "she'd a complexion like a china radish;" and, again, "oh! she could ride like the winds; manage any critter you ever saw; go so fast she'd leave no shadow at all."  Once in awhile, in those days, a girl had a nice dress —or short gown, it was called—made out of mama's gray cloak, or crimson camlet, that had passed through

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the hands of a great-grandmother — little, narrow pokes of dresses, but very pretty then.
     For the first few years the pioneers had to eat cornbread and mush altogether, except on Sunday mornings, when the whole family would be treated to short cake for breakfast.  The poor little children did love that holy day so, for the short cake was delicious.  Then, on that morning, the mother indulged in a cup of tea; real store tea, that smelt of dear old New England or New York; and we'll warrant, the hot tears often coursed down those dear old care-worn faces as they sipped little tastes, and tried to make it taste longer and get all the good of it.  Folks had to have pills then as well as now, and, as there were no pill venders with their boxes or one-horse wagons perambulating the country, they manufactured their own.  They boiled butternut bark down to a thick syrup, thickened it with meal or flour, and made it out into pills ; and every well-to-do family kept a supply.  In peeling off the bark from the trees, be sure it had to be stripped downward, or it wouldn't physic.  The leaves of the boneset stripped off, upward, were dried, and saved among the valuable medicines for an emetic.
     Naughty pride would creep in among the young men even then; and do let me tell an incident that afforded me a good laugh.  It was in the long, long ago, about 1816, an indulgent father told his two boys, who were, perhaps, eighteen and twenty, that because they had been so good to work and help bring up the younger brothers and sisters, they might have a fine seven-acre field to put out in tobacco, and they might have the proceeds all themselves.  The great strapping good fellows thought they had the best

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father in the world.  They raised a fine crop, took special care of it, and sold it.  Well, but how to lay out the money to best advantage troubled them a good deal.  At last they decided to buy hats, and went off and bought each a great, long, furry stove pipe hat, just exactly like the preacher wore.  Oh!  they were the happiest boys; went to meeting regular, and wore the hats every time, unless the weather was bad or the clouds looked lowering and suspicious; then they left them safe up in the loft, in the "chist."  Both went to see the rosiest girls they knew, and both were married in less than a year, and to-day they are rich old farmers, trotting their grandchildren on their knees; and all this came of wearing such monstrous, fine, furry, unexceptionable hats! 
     Good Methodist preachers used to be very common in early days, real talented men too.  One of them, though, in his moments of thoughtless excitement, used to swear—real, wicked, bad swearing—and, on being reprimanded once, he replied, " My dear brother, it's not swearing; it is a kind of a rough way I have of praying when I am excited !"
     Some of the industrious, busy mothers, in those perilous and hard times, never took time to comb their little children's heads only once a week, and that was on Sunday morning before church.  After this performance was over, each child had to take a spoonful of bitter cordial, made of aloes and other stuff, to keep off ague and sickness, and keep the stomach in healthy order.  Little ones dreaded this as much as they liked the morning that brought the delicious offset, the short cake.
     Girls used to break the wish-bone of a chicken, and
name the pieces after some of the boys, and then

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stick them over the cabin door, and giggle, and watch what young fellow would pass under first.  Had lots of fun.  Then they would press the leaves of the rue on the bare arms, and wish, and if it left a red impress, the wish was sure to come true—never failed.  In milking a young cow, for the first time, sometimes they would milk in a big washing tub, or some large vessel—it was a sure sign she'd be an abundant milker; any woman was silly who would milk first in a small pail or tin cup.

Appearance of the Country

     The country in those early days was more beautiful than any pen can describe.  The valley of the Black Fork was very densely covered with a low, matted growth of small timber, while, close to the creek, the ground was rankly covered with long grass, and the interlacing vines of the wild morning-glory, plumy willows, and the dark, thick growth of alder.  The hills were crowned with giant oaks, and the fragrant winds were healthful as the breezes of the ocean.  Wild game abounded, even great ferocious wild hogs, with their foamy, white tushes gleaming out and look ing frightful. Captain Rice got his neighbors and all their dogs to help him catch one once.  It took a sty as stout as the hills and the rocks to hold him captive.

The first School and School-House

     The first school taught in Green Township, that we know of, was taught by Betsey Coulter—a little accommodating neighborly affair, in her own house, in the summer of 1814.  The next summer, poor old William Maxwell Adolphus Johnson taught in his

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own house.  He was a Scotchman, a man of some talent and good education.  The following winter, Asa Brown, a shrewd Yankee, taught in the new school-house.  It was built near the center of the town, on the south side of what is now Esq. Cowen's farm.  It had a good, stout puncheon floor, wide fire place, a log left out at each side of the house, and the aperture covered with greased paper, for windows.
     The Oliver boys "stalled the master" that winter, in the rule of three, but Judge Coulter helped him out of the scrape creditably.  Oh ! what good times they did have that first winter at school!  Only yesterday, we heard one of the boys and one of the girls laughing heartily over fun of running races and snow balling and playing tricks on the master!  Though the boy is now hale and hearty, and on the shady side of seventy, and the girl a little younger, their laughter was cheery and ringing, instead of cracked and tremulous.  Before that winter's school was fairly closed, the master went into the dry goods business.  His entire stock was bought in Zanesville, and brought up the river and tributary creeks, and safely landed at Perrysville, in a boat of his own making. He lived on the old Esq. Taylor farm, now owned by Hiram Cake.  One of his children thrust a burning stick into some powder; the house was partly demolished, and two of his children killed.  The explosion was felt for a great distance, and heard in Vermillion Township, ten miles distant.
     At an early day, John Coulter and Captain Rice took the job of cutting a road from Ashland to Mansfield.  They contracted to cut ten miles for ninety dollars, and the place of beginning was specified then as the Trickle farm.  The Trickle family had left

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their poor little home on account of the Indians, and gone to Wooster for safety.  The father of the family died the day the men commenced their job of cutting.
     After the roads were cut, or laid out through the woods ready to work on, Philip Seymour was made one of the first supervisors.  His district extended from Perrysville up the Mansfield road, almost to Lucas.  One time when they were laboring on the road and felling trees on the Mohawk Hill, one fell aslant and broke one of Richard Conine's legs.  The men made a comfortable resting-place for him against a tree, and then started John Oliver off to borrow Peter Kinney's old gray mare to carry Dicky homeJohn had five miles to walk through the woods; it was growing late when he returned, and Dicky suffered extremely.  His father rode and took him on behind, and there he was all that weary ride of rough miles, his leg dangling and the broken bones grating together and paining him intensely.  Solomon Hill and Judge Coulter attended to the binding up and splintering and fixing his poor limb that night, as the family were in poor circumstances, and no doctor nearer than Mt. Vernon.  It was many weeks before Richard could get around, and as soon as he could walk, he limped out on crutches to look at the young pigs in the pen, and before he got back to the house, he slipped and fell and broke it over again; and then the two men were sent for, and the dreadful performance unskillfully gone through with another time.  Then, before he wholly recovered, the settlers had to flee to the block-house for safety from the Indians; and there, within its dreary, lonesome walls, Dicky's young mother died, with no physician near to save

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or help; none but hardy and sympathizing men and weeping and pitying neighbor women.  How these little life-incidents will run on into stories; one leads into another and another, and we hardly know where to stop or how to close!  What a web of history is even the incidents of pioneer times in one township! And what fun those stalwart, handsome, sunburnt young fellows, clad in buckskin, did have!  How they did love the free, wild wood, and the cheerful-looking clearings, with their burning brush heaps and piles of logs lying promiscuously every way, and the green framing-in of woodland that shut out everything from sight except the spanning of blue sky!  Those were glorious old times, indeed, and no wonder that weary, sluggish old pulses leap as with the vigorous life of childhood, now when they, old friends, meet together and live those times over again, as they sit in the shade of their own vines and roof-trees.  They did have the jolliest singing schools and spelling schools and log-rollings and raisings of barns and double log houses.  And then, at elections and trainings, some times some of the old fellows would drink a little too much, and they would have such laughable fights, and the younger ones would be so tickled at the "dog falls" and the aimless blows at the head that wouldn't tell on the head at all, and the great earnest grips that would bring the tow shirt with them, and the tumbling over, and the too drunk to make a raise again, and the lying on the ground, and the feeble pecking at each other's heads, blows that a suckling baby would almost take as caresses!  We often hear the dear old boys laughing heartily over these merry recollections. And we hear them tell, too, of deaf old Aston. A crowd of them would gather in the

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old man's shop, and some of them would say real saucy things right to his face, and swear at him, and call him bad names, and make an immense sight of fun for the rest, who would be in convulsions of laughter, and the poor old man wouldn't hear a word they'd say.  Once in awhile they would make some pleasant remark to him to keep him in good humor, and from suspicion.
     And then, one time, some of the young men went, after night, away up toward Hayesville, to search for a thief.  They suspected him to be hidden in his house, and they all lay down slyly close up to the outside wall of the big fireplace, where they could peep in.  Nobody was to be seen inside the house except the man's wife and an old gal, who was living with them.  There sat the two women, right before the fire, knitting, and both talking busily enough, never dreaming that a dozen ears heard every word they said.  The boys could hardly keep from laughing, and one giggling fellow had to go off a little distance, occasionally, to laugh it out.  After awhile they got to passing the bottle around—must have something to drink to keep them warm; and the funniest part was that the two women smelt whisky, and sniffed up their noses and wondered what it was, and kept sniffing and wondering until after they had gone to bed.
     The thief did not make his appearance that night, but a few weeks afterward the boys searched again, and found him under the floor, and made him crawl out, and they took him.

Parson Gerry.

Among the ministers who preached here in the backwoods forty years ago, was a genteel, intelligent,

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handsome man, by the name of Gerry.*  For awhile he made his home in Green Township.  He was wedded to an accomplished Irish lady.  The gambling saloons of our cities know not a more successful and scheming rascal, and yet over all he dared to wear the "livery of Heaven."  His eloquence was of a masterly style, and he won the hearts of all his hearers, while he held in his power even those who doubted his sincerity and godliness.  His bearing was fascinating and faultless, and his polite demeanor was winning in the extreme.  Of his superior rascality, two instances I remember to have heard from those interested.
     He had borrowed a hundred dollars of David Coulter, a son of Judge Coulter, and had not paid it back at the time specified.  He had removed to some city distant from here, and Mr. Coulter, growing tired of his promises to pay, started off in a rage, swearing he wouldn't come home until he had received his money.  It was Saturday night when he arrived there, and he sallied out the next morning in anything but a good humor.  People were thronging the streets on their way to church, and, as Coulter was walking along, moodily, with his head down, a manly but silky-toned voice said: "My dear Coulter, how happy I am to see you!  I am to preach at ten; come with me, please." It was Gerry, who drew Coulter's arm within his own, saying blandly, "I wish to speak with you, privately, after service;" and he took him right along with' him.
     A few days after, Mr. Coulter came home, looking very serious, and, when his jolly chums inquired his success, he told them that he went and heard Gerry
* A nephew of Elbridge Gerry, one of the Signers of the Declaration of Independence.

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preach, and the beautiful sermon, so wonderful in its touching eloquence, made him feel that he could well afford to give Gerry one hundred dollars.
     The text was, "Love one another;" and Coulter said it affected him to tears, and he felt mean and guilty, and thought he wasn't good enough to receive money from Gerry's hands, and that, as soon as service was over, he sneaked out and hurried away, for fear Gerry would see him.  So great is the magical power of eloquence!
     Gerry was one time riding in a carriage, going to fulfill an appointment, when he came to where some laborers were working on the roads, in the western part of Green Township.  They were fixing a crossing, and the carriage could not be driven over very well, and Gerry got out and led the horse, while the men got the carriage safely across.  Gerry, with his usual politeness, took off his hat, and, bowing, thanked them very nicely, and, to add a flourish probably, went to pull his handkerchief out of his coat pocket, when out came a loose pack of cards, flying hither and thither all over the road!
     Not at all discomposed, he smiled sweetly, and said in his silkiest tones: "It is not very creditable, gentlemen, to find such things in a minister's keeping.  I had no idea these were the contents of a little pack age that your neighbor B.'s children were sending to some of their little friends—ha! ha!" and he laughed heartily; while the honest men, believing his glowing words, gathered up the little tell-tales, brushed off the dust, and returned them to his pocket.



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The "First Family" in Green Township

     The family of Abraham Baughman was the only one residing in the township when Messrs. Tannehill commenced their improvement.  This place became afterward known as "the Guthrie farm," and is now occupied by John Castor.  There was also an unmarried man, named John Davis, keeping "bachelor's hall" upon the farm now owned by William Irvin, being the southwest quarter of section 30.  In the fall of 1811, Melzer Tannehill, Sen., (father of Charles and Bazel,) removed his family to Green Township.

First Commissioners of Richland County

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The Indian Ooutrages on the Black Fork create a panic among the Settlers of Green Township

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few days previously.  Arriving near the Ruffner place, they met the remaining troops, (seven in number,) who had been engaged in the battle at Copus's, having in charge the surviving members of the Copus family.  These troops had also, since the battle, been joined by about one hundred others belonging to the same command, (that of Major Krebs, of Tuscarawas County.)  The united force on that night encamped in the vicinity of the Copus cabin, and, on the next morning, Mr. Tannehill and party took leave of the Tuscarawas militia, and pursued their way to the deserted village of Greentown.  Near that place, at the cabin of Abraham Baughman, (which was also found deserted,) Mr. Tannehill separated from his companions and continued his way homeward.  Near Perrysville, he overtook John Coulter and Harvey Hill, who were urging forward some cattle at "double quick," and from whom he learned that the settlement had heard the tidings of the last battle, and that they formed the rear guard of the settlers who were fleeing to Samuel Lewis's block-house, on the Clear Fork. 
     On the day following, the men returned and erected a block-house on the place of Thomas Coulter, which afforded security for a greater portion of the Black Fork settlement of Green Township during the remainder of the war.

The Markets

     From the date of the first settlement of the town ship until about 1816, the wants of new immigrants created a good demand and good prices for all the surplus produce the farmer could raise; but in the year above mentioned, a surplus beyond the wants of the settlement was produced, and prices fell to a very

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Organization of Green Township

     Mr. Tannehill is of opinion that Green Township in 1810, embraced what is now Hanover, in Ashland County, Monroe and Worthington, in Richland County, and Brown, Jefferson, and probably other townships, in Knox County.  The territory thus organized, he believes, derived its name from the old Indian Greentown, and when the territory finally became subdivided into civil townships conforming to the United States surveys, the old town, falling within the limits of the present township, retained the original name.

Attempt to Hoax an old Soldier.
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     In October, 1813, after all apprehension of Indian attacks had subsided, and the families in the neighborhood had withdrawn from the forts and returned to their homes, a corps of soldiers, who had been stationed at Lewis's block-house, of which the old soldier, John Davis, had also been an inmate, concluded to test the courage of the old man.  Accordingly, about daybreak, they approached within a short distance of his cabin, and discharged their guns.  The old man, however, was not driven from his propriety, and exhibited no symptoms of fright.  But the consequences of the joke did not end here.  Lieutenant Winteringer, of Jefferson County, then in command of Coulter's block-house, hearing the report of the guns, but mistaking  the direction of the sound, concluded that the house of Mr. Adsit was attacked, and, placing himself at the head of his troops, made for the relief of that citizen's family.  Arriving at Adsit's and finding all quiet, he proceeded to Mr. Rice's, controlled by the opinion of Mr. Adsit that the firing had proceeded from the vicinity of that neighbor's premises.  The lieutenant was soon at the house of Mr. Rice, who had also heard the report of fire-arms, and had inferred that the sound proceeded from the neighborhood of Lewis's block house.  Adopting Rice's theory, he made for the block-house - upon reaching which place, he soon learned the truth of matters.  After severely reprimanding the thoughtless wags for their violation of discipline, and for having cost him so much anxiety and labor, he returned.  The "comedy of errors," which had produced such perplexity and confusion of sound, originated, as will be plainly evident to those

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acquainted with the physical features of the country embracing the several points mentioned, in the echoes.

How the Crops were put in

     During the years 1812 and 1813, the fall crops of wheat and rye were put in by the farmers in the neighborhood under guards of soldiers - those being the periods when attacks from the Indians, in consequence of occurrences elsewhere related, were most apprehended.

Strategy at the Block-House

     During the excitement that pervaded the community at the block-house, on the evening after the attack upon the Copus family, the male inmates of the fortress, including boys and men, assembled, in the dusk of the evening, in the vicinity of the fort, and near the apprehended point of attack, for military drill.  There were no regular soldiers, and it was a parade of the militia.  Such as had bona fide rifles and muskets shouldered them, and those who had not, substituted wooden or Quaker guns.  The roll was called, and the men would respond for themselves, the boys, and a multitudinous number of mythical persons - thus leaving the impression upon the minds of the concealed foe, if such were in sight and hearing, that an immense force was defending the block-house.


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First Interments in Perrysville Burial Ground.

     The first interment in the burial ground at Perrysville was the body of Samuel Hill in June, 1812.  The second was the body of Mrs. Conine, who died in the block-house, in the fall of the same year.





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Extracts from the Official Record of Green Township.


     Clerk:  Harvey Hill - Trustees: Stephen Vanscoyac, John Coulter, and George Crawford - Constables: James Cunningham and Solomon Farnam - Lister: Isaac Mar. - Appraiser: Solomon Farnam - Treasurer: John Palmour.

List of Taxpayers in 1817.

     At a meeting of the trustees of Green Township, at the house of Jonathan Coulter, on the 5th day of July, 1817, it was agreed that a road tax be levied upon the following property holders, namely: -

Moses Adsit
James Ady
William Brown
William Burwell
Stephen Butler
John Bailey
Thomas Coulter
John Coulter
David Coulter
Caleb Chappel
Noah Castor
Pelham Cook
John Chambers
George Crawford
James Cunningham
Adam Crorsen
Aaron Crosby
Jeremiah Conine
Robert Davidson
George Davidson
Isaac Doney
Robert Irwin
James Irwin
Sylvester Fisher
Azariah Gwin
Joseph Gwin
James Gwin
Uriah Gee
John Glass
William Guthrie
Richard Guthrie
John Guthrie
C. Guthrie
Samuel Guthrie
Harvey Hill
Josiah L. Hill
Calvin Hill
Joseph Jones
Moses Jones
William M. A. Johnson
Aaron Kinney
John Murphey
Benjamin Murphey
Isaac Martin
Almarine Marshal
Allen Oliver
John Oliver
Daniel Oliver
Lewis Oliver
Moses Odle
Trew Pattee, Rev.
Joseph Parish
Lewis Pearce
Andrew Pearce
William Pearce
John Palmour
Ebenezer Rice
James Rowland
Simon Rowland
Jedediah Smith
Chandler Smith
Otha Simmons.
Alexander Skinner
Joel Stroud
Melzer Tannehill
Charles Tannehill
Basil Tannehill
Stephen Vanscoyac
Jonathan Vanscoyac
John Vaughn
John Van Horn
Samuel White
Joshua White
H. W. Cotton
A. Winter

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     Clerk: Jonathan Coulter - Trustees: George Crawford, Ebenezer Rice, and James Rowland - Treasurer: Calvin Hill.

Grand and Petit Jurors for 1818

     Grand Jurors: Abel Strong, Basil Tannehill, Jedediah Smith, and Isaiah Walters - Petit Jurors James Rowland, John Bailey, Alexander Skinner, and Simon Rowland.


     Clerk: John Coulter - Trustees: George Crawford, Ebenezer Rice, and James Rowland - Treasurer: John Coulter.


     Clerk: Nathaniel White - Trustees: Simon Roland, Trew Pattee and John Oliver - Treasurer:  George Crawford


     Clerk: Ebenezer Rice - Trustees: Simon Rowland, Trew Pattee and John Oliver - Treasurer: George Crawford.


     Clerk: John Coulter - Trustees: David Coulter, Caleb Chappel, and James Rowland  Treasurer: George Crawford.


     Clerk: John Coulter - Trustees: James Byers, John Kinney, and George Crawford - Treasurer: George Crawford


     Clerk: James Rowland - Trustees: Michael Crosser, George Crawford, and Simon Rowland - Treasurer:  George Crawford.


     Clerk: James Rowland - Trustees: Jonathan Coulter, William Taylor, and Isaac Meuor - Treasurer: John Oliver.

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     Clerk: John Coulter - Trustees: Jonathan Coulter, James Rowland, and James Byers - Treasurer: John Oliver.


     Clerk: John Coulter - Trustees: James Rowland, Alexander Rice, and Joseph Studley - Treasurer: John Oliver


     Clerk: John Coulter - Trustees: James Rowland, Thomas Andrews, and John Van Horn - Treasurer: Charles Tannehill.


     Clerk: Peter L. Campbell - Trustees: Thomas Andrews, John Chappel, and John Oliver - Treasurer: Simon Rowland.


     Clerk: Hugh Martin - Trustees: John Oliver, George Kinkaid, and John Coulter- Treasurer: James Gladden.


     Clerk: Hugh Martin - Trustees: John Oliver, Wm. McNaull, and Simon Rowland - Treasurer: James Gladden - Constable: William Irwin


     Clerk: C. H. Rice - Trustees: William McNaull, Christian Royer, and Thomas Andrews - Treasurer: James Gladden - Constable: Isaac N. Ayres.


     Clerk: George C. Wilson - Trustees: Thomas Colter, Nathaniel Haskell and William Reed - Treasurer: James Glidden.


     Clerk: George C. Wilson - Trustees: Thomas Coulter, Nathaniel Haskell, and William Reed- Treasurer: James Gladden.


     Clerk: Hugh Martin - Trustees: William McNaull, Nathaniel Haskell, and Matthew Anderson - Treasurer: James Gladden.

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     Clerk: Hugh Martin - Trustees:  William McNaull, Matthew Anderson, and Nathaniel Haskell - Constables: George M. Grim and Calvin Hill - Treasurer: James Gladden.


     Clerk: Hugh Martin - Trustees:  William McNaull, Matthew Anderson and Robert Wilson - Treasurer: James Gladden


     Clerk: Hugh Martin - Trustees: William Taylor, Matthew Anderson, and William McNaull - Treasurer: James Gladden.


     Clerk: Benjamin Paul - Trustees: Wm. McNaull, Alexander Rice, and William Taylor - Treasurer: James Gladden.


     Clerk: Benjamin Paul - Trustees: William McNaull, William Reed, and Alexander Rice - Treasurer: James Gladden.


     Clerk: John C. Menor - Trustees: William Reed, Hugh Martin, and Thomas McGuire - Treasurer: James Gladden.


     Clerk: John C. Menor - Trustees: William Reed, Hugh Martin and Thomas McGuire - Treasurer: James Gladden.


     Clerk: Hugh Martin - Trustees: John Oliver, William Simms, and Thomas Kithkart - Treasurer: James Gladden.


     Clerk: Philamon H. Plummer - Trustees: Thomas Kithcart, John Oliver, and William McNaull - Treasurer: James Gladden.


     Clerk: Abram Dehaven - Trustees: William McNaull, Wm. McKinley, and John Oliver - Treasurer: John Coulter.


     Clerk: Abram Dehaven - Trustees: Alexander Rice, Henry Weirick, and William McNaull - Treasurer: Lewis Oliver.

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     Clerk: James A. Segur - Trustees: Alexander Rice, Thomas Calhoun, and William McKinley - Treasurer: Lewis K. Sheehand.


     Clerk: William Higgins - Trustees: William McKinley, Thos. Calhoun, and John Criswell - Treasurer: Lewis K. Sheehand.


     Clerk: Tobias Caster - Trustees:  William McKinley, John Criswell, and Elias Groff - Treasurer:  Lewis K. Sheehand.


     Clerk: S. H. Rice - Trustees: Thomas Kithcart, Alexander Rice, and Elias Groff - Treasurers: Lewis K. Sheehand.


     Clerk: S. H. Rice - Trustees: Alexander Rice, B. F. Jones, and William Reed - Treasurer: Lewis K. Sheehand.


     Clerk: S. H. Rice - Trustees: William Reed, Alexander Rice, and B. F. Jones - Treasurer: L. K. Sheehand.


     Clerk: S. H. Rice - Trustees: William Reed, William D. Ewalt, and William McNaull -  Treasurer: L. K. Sheehand.


     Clerk: S. H. Rice - Trustees: Alexander Rice, Thomas Calhoun, and John Oliver- Treasurer: Lewis K. Sheehand.


     Clerk: Paul Oliver - Trustees: Alexander Rice, Thomas Calhoun, and John Criswell - Treasurer: Lewis K. Sheehand.


     Clerk: Paul Oliver - Trustees: Alex. Rice, Thomas Kithcart, and William McNaull - Treasurer: L. K. Sheehand.


     Clerk: Paul Oliver - Trustees: A. Rice, Wm. D. Ewalt, and James Gladden - Treasurer: John Taylor.

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     Clerk: Paul Oliver - Trustees: S. M. Rowland, William D. Ewalt, and James Gladden - Treasurer: John Taylor - Assessor: Elias Groff.


     Clerk: L. J. Rice - Trustees: Robert Boyd, Warren Wolf, and John Buckley -Treasurer: Wm. D. Ewalt.


     Clerk: L. J. Rice - Trustees: Robert Boyd, Warren Wolf, and John Buckley - Treasurer: Wm. D. Ewalt.


     Clerk: Hiram Cake - Trustees: A. J. Zimmerman, John Hughes, and John Ernst - Treasurer: S. B. Coulter.


     Clerk: John McKinley - Trustees: Robert Boyd, John Mourer, and Warren Wolf - Treasurer: Wilson Enos - Assessor: Wm. Simms - Constable: David Snyder

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1818. James Rowland, elected
1819. Jonathan Coulter, elected.
1821. Trew Pattee, elected
1822. Jonathan Coulter - re-elected
1822. Ahira Hill, elected
1824. Simon Rowland, elected
1825. Jonathan Coulter, re-elected
1827. William Taylor, elected
1828. Jonathan Coulter, re-elected
1830. William Taylor, re-elected
1831. John Coulter, elected
1833. Thomas Andrews, elected
1833. Simon Rowland, re-elected
1834. John Coulter, re-elected.
1836. Thomas Anderson, re-elected
1837. Thomas W. Coulter, elected.
1838. John M. Rowland, elected.
1838. Isaac Martin, Jr., elected
1840. Thomas W. Coulter, re-elected.
1841. John M. Rowland, re-elected.
1841. Isaac Martin, Jr., re-elected.
1843. Thomas W. Coulter, re-elected.
1844. Hugh Martin, elected.
1844. William Reed, elected.
1846. P. H. Plummer, elected.
1847. Hugh Martin, re-elected.
1847. William Reed, re-elected
1849. P. H. Plummer, re-elected.
1850. Hugh, Martin, re-elected.
1850. William Reed, re-elected.
1852. P. H. Plummer, re-elected.
1853. Elias Groff, elected.
1853. Abram Dehaven, elected.
1856. Thomas Calhoun, elected.
1856. George W. Carey, elected.
1859. John Taylor, elected.
1859. Paul Oliver, elected.
1862. Paul Oliver, re-elected.
1862. William Cowen, elected.



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