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The Story of Primrose, 1831-1895

The Story of Primrose, 1831-1895

Barton, Albert Olaus

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ISBN10: 1151380199
ISBN13: 9781151380197
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 32
Weight: 0.17
Height: 0.07 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895. Excerpt: ... his horses out in time to save them. Some of us children were playing with fire and it got the start of us. At another time my sister saved my life from an angry sow who had downed me for stealing one of her pigs. It was a most fearful fright to me. Indians, bears and wolves were very troublesome. Father was often obliged to get up in the night to drive the wolves from his pig pen. Indians were not dangerous but they camped around, begged, stole ears of corn for their ponies and dug up seed potatoes. Uncle William once gave $10 to some of them for a pony tor his son and the third night it was missing and was never seen again. Our luxuries were few. We had plenty of venison, and father kept a great many bees, but luxuries like salt herring and store molasses were indeed rare. Our clothing was home spun, of flax and wool, but we thought it fine enough. For the young folks there were plenty of dances from one cabin to another after a time, and on the Fourth of July the neighbors would often meet and some one would read the Declaration of Independence and make appropriate remarks while the young people would amuse themselves picnicking. IV--BY ELDRED S. HALE. I was born in the state of Tennessee in 1816, and came to Primrose in December, 1845. My father was drawn to the lead regions of northern Illinois and was killed by the Indians there in the Black Hawk War of 1832. I served in Fort Wiota as a guard of the women and children during that war. The year before this (1831), I made a wagon trip with my brother Wash from Wiota to Fort Winnebago. We went over the present road leading from Mount Vernon to Postville, which was then only an Indian trail, and carried with us a load of goods for the Indians and their last payment for their lands. We camped out where...

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