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MOTHER’S THE DEVIL.—In a cabin home of
Trumbull County, resided, in the first decade of the
century, a family with numerous small children.
One autumn the father was absent trying to earn
something to carry them through the winter. The
best the mother could do to sate the hunger of the
youngsters, was to provide them with mush, made
from the glazing corn she grated, and milk. This
uniformity of diet became, like sixty or seventy
successive meals of codfish, to some people, very
unsatisfactory, and they raised a rebellion, but it was
no use. The good mother was doing the best she
could. Finally, one evening the children got
together at the side of the house for a discussion of
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the situation, and one of the boys, with a discernment
equal to that of a free silver statesman, solved the
question by exclaiming, “I know why we can’t have
anything better to eat. Mother’s the devil,” a sen-
timent applauded by the whole bevy of little folks,
whilst the mother sat – a listener—within.
It was in the same home, a little later, that the
mother had placed five of those kids in their trun-
dle bed, as was her custom, lying “spoon fashion,”
in order that they might be the more warmly tucked
in. One of them was a very nervous, fidgety fellow,
named Solomon. Little Sol kept rolling and
tumbling about and disturbing matters generally,
until the others, in their desperation, cried, “Mother,
mother, Tholomon won’t lie thspoon.” Few mothers
or children can comprehend the expedients resorted
to in those days in the various domestic relations, in
order to get along.
The spirit and aptness of the boy of the first
quarter of the century, is still fully manifest. In
one of our model lake shore villages but recently,
for purposes of mutual accommodation, the churches
arranged to have their holiday exercises on separate
evenings, beginning at the Presbyterian house on
Wednesday before Christmas. Thursday morning
three sprightly lads were overheard discussing the
matter in this wise:--
First Boy—“That was just a splendid Christmas
we had at the Presbyterian Church last night.”
Second Boy—There was no Christmas last night.
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Christmas is going to be at the Episcopal Church
to-night.”
Third Boy—Pshaw, I tell you Christmas wasn’t
last night and it won’t be to-night. It will be
to-morrow night at the Methodist Church. Our
superintendent says so.
Second Boy—“Humph, there are two skylights
in the seat of your breeches, and my mother don’t
allow me to play with any such boy.”
To show the way hot-bed processes, which are
becoming much too prevalent in Sunday School, as in
public instruction, are occasionally punctured, the
following is adduced. Some months ago when the
lesson was on John the Baptist, an over-zealous
mother in Trumbull County took many different
ways to explain to little Fred how the great Fore-
runner was disposed of, thus completely befogging
the childish mind. A day or two later, wishing to
test him, she called the boy and queried, “Well,
Freddy, how did they kill the Baptist?” Meantime,
the man with the horn-saw had operated upon his
father’s herd, to which Fred had been an eye
witness, and it had made a much more vivid impress-
sion on his mind than all his mother’s illustrations.
Studying a moment, he exclaimed, “O, mamma,
they dehorned him.”
HIS DESIRE WAS GRATIFIED.—The opening of
the Pittsburg and Ohio Canal, back in the thirties,
by way of the Mahoning Valley and Akron, so as to
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connect the Iron and Forest cities with a better
means of commercial intercourse than “teaming”
goods over the rugged roads, was an event looked
forward to with great interest, especially by the
citizens of Youngstown and Warren, and the first
trip over it was to be one of great jollification.
Among the especially enthusiastic citizens of Warren
was Dr. John W. Seeley, whose everyday expression
was, “I don’t care to live any longer than to see the
canal opened.” The auspicious day came, and with
it a “packet” loaded with happy Pittsburgers, and
others from Youngstown, and various points. At
Warren they were largely reinforced with Tods,
Smiths, Quimbies, Seeleys and others, and again at
Ravenna. Never before had such an opportunity
for jollification offered on the Reserve, and the very
best was “on tap.”
Reaching the Perkins’ town on the Cuyahoga,
they “locked” for a drink all round and a hand
shake with Akronians, in the midst of which
Doctor Seeley fell dead.
The news reached Ravenna the next day, when
the Presbyterian minister remarked in presence of
several gentlemen, “How very sad! I hope he was
prepared.” “He died happy, Parson, died happy,”
responded Judge Sloan, “he was full of devilish
good brandy.
A TEACHER’S EXAMINATION.—In the early
teens of the century there came to Braceville, Trum-
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bull County, from the East, a young man by the
name of Stearns, and engaged to teach a school in a
neighborhood called “Egypt,” on the confines of
Newton and Milton Townships, and, as the name im-
plies, widely known on account of then unen-
viable character of its inhabitants. The examiner,
one Doctor Bronson, resided at Price’s Mills. Be-
fore him Mr. Stearns presented himself for examin-
ation.
“Well, Mr. Stearns, you wish a certificate do
you?” queried the public functionary.
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, Mr. Stearns, where are you going to
teach?”
“In Egypt.”
“Mr. Stearns, can you spell bird?”
“I think I can.”
“Let’s hear you try.”
“B-i-r-d,” stammered the applicant.
“That’s all right, Mr. Stearns; you will do to
teach school in Egypt.”
A certificate was made out, a quarter paid, and
the school in “Egypt” was a howling success.
Those were the days of “rate bills,” that is, the
State paid a small per cent. of the salary and the
other had to be collected, if possible, from the
patrons of the school, pro rata . This was frequently
slow in being paid. The writer has a claim of 62 ½
cents against the district at the center of Paris,
Portage County, dating back to 1843.
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SUCKLING TWINS.—Elisha Giddings and Titus
Hayes, two of the pioneers of Wayne, Ashtabula
County, held a contest with a she bear that had
seized one of their dogs and hugging him to
death. They finally killed her with an ax. On
looking about, they discovered a couple of cubs which
were taken home. Being neighbors and their wives
having young babes, and there being no pugs in
those days, the women concluded to add a couple
of pets to their family relations, and began a diligent
suckling of the young bruins. But it was no go. The
cubs languished under a purely human diet and soon
died, much to the grief of the aesthetic ladies.
DAVID HART, WICK, O.
‘TWAS NO USE.—On the morning of November
13th, 1833, a stage load of men, mostly from the East,
but including Judge Rayen of Youngstown, were
about starting from the little Mahoning valley town
for Cleveland on business connected with the pro-
posed canal, when the great fall of stars burst upon
their view. “O h—l,” exclaimed the judge, “there
is no used going, for the world is coming to an end.”
The phenomena was a wonderful one and scared
many people, among them some young ladies of
Braceville, who arose and dressed themselves, that
they might enter clad into judgement.
The judge’s prediction was no more fulfilled
than has been that of many a Millerite and Ad-
ventist since, but the canal came, only to give
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place to railroads for the “Iron City of the
Valley.”
A BEAR AND WOLF HUNT.—Some seventy
years ago, when I was a mere boy, the citizens of
Freedom, Portage County, and adjoining townships,
engaged in what was then known as the “Great
Hunt.” Freedom was then almost an unbroken for-
est, which extended even beyond its limits. Near
the center was a dense swamp of many acres,
furnishing a fine rendezvous for bears and wolves.
The depredations of these very much annoyed the
few settlers, a also those of Windham, Charlestown,
Shalersville and Hiram, surrounding townships.
To exterminate these pests, they agreed upon a
certain day, when they came with rifles, shotguns,
cowbells, tin horns and various other weapons, and
surrounded the great woods. I well remember how
they passed my father’s house in Charlestown, ring-
ing their bells and blowing horns to frighten the
animals, keep themselves in line and within proper
distance of each other, so no game might es-
cape. As they approached the swamp, the deer were
allowed to pass through the lines, but bears and
wolves making such attempt were shot down. Most
of these, however, sought safety in the swamp, where
twenty-three of the former and two score of the latter,
if my memory serves me, were killed, brought to-
gether and their scalps turned over to the authorities,
for the bounties offered.
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No bears were seen in the vicinity after that, and
the few wolves remaining did but little damage.
S.W. JAMES, Ashtabula, O.
SOME PRIMITIVE WEDDINGS.—In “ye olden
time” of the Reserve, the weekly mail between Ash-
tabula and Warren was carried on horseback by a lad
named Platt R. Spencer, a poetical genius, afterward
famous as the originator of the Spencerian system of
penmanship. One morning in passing through Aus-
tinburg, he was hailed by “Priest” Cowles, as the
Reverend was ordinarily called, and requested to take
a marriage notice to the Western Reserve Chronicle,
the first paper started in New Connecticut.
“Whose marriage?” queried the boy.
When the names were given, “O, yes,” he ex-
claimed, I know; one’s Dutch and the other Irish,”
and place the paper in his pocket, rode on. Before
reaching Warren he took it out and, underneath the
notice, wrote:
“Since Dutch and Irish can agree
To dwell in peace and harmony,
Let other people learn of them
How to respect their fellow men.”
Supposing this to be a part of the notice, it was
duly inserted with that document, and, on the
paper’s reaching Austinburg, the newly-wedded pair
became very indignant at the pastor until he was
able to explain the authorship, when their wrath was
turned upon young Spencer.
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Sometime prior to the Austinburg wedding, a
couple somewhere in the Cuyahoga country, but
whose names I have never been able to obtain, struck
up a matrimonial alliance, and, learning that upon a
certain day the “circuit rider” would be at a con-
venient point, agreed upon that as the proper time
for “tying the knot.”
According to this arrangement, the prospective
groom appeared on horseback, dressed in his best
suit of homespun, at the cabin of the would-be bride
who, arrayed in a neat “linsey-woolsey plaid,” seated
herself on the pillion, and, with arms around him,
away they went to become one. Making their way
along winding bridle paths and through forest,
guided by “blazed trees,” they had made about one-
half of the journey, when they were overtaken by a
severe storm. Alighting under a spreading tree, the
rain was soon dripping upon them through the foli-
age, whilst the lightning played about and the
thunder rolled overhead. The girl became fright-
ened, and both of them disconsolate at the idea of
not reaching the point of destination until the itin-
errant would be gone.
At this juncture, they were joined by a country
Justice, who, knowing the nature of their trip and
comprehending the situation, kindly suggest that
he could marry them right there and then and save
any further trouble. The thought was a happy one
and eagerly seized upon by the disappointed couple.
The lass dried her tears, the loving swain pulled
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down his vest, they joined hands, and whilst the
horses stood as witnesses, the rhythmical dispenser of
local justice and connubial bliss proceeded to make
the twin one flesh in the use of the following orig-
inal formula:
“Under this tree in stormy weather,
I join this man and woman together;
Let none but Him who rules the thunder,
From now, henceforth, put them asunder.”
The clouds lifted, the sun broke forth, the thun-
der rolled by, each party joyously went its way,
and another family was added to the rapidly increase-
ing population.
Tradition has put in my hands another wedding.
For its complete authenticity I cannot vouch, but
some points about it are so true to the life of those
early times, that it deserves preservation. The
Justice in the case was not so self-possessed, nor so
felicitous in the poetic use of language as the one
cited above, nevertheless, his zeal was commendable.
He had but recently been elected to the office, yet
had diligently applied himself to studying the Dec-
laration of Independence, the Constitution of the
United States, Washington’s Farewell Address,
Allen’s Conquest of Ticonderoga, and other similar
papers, in order to fortify his decisions, never even
thinking that he might have any gentler duties to
perform.
Whilst thus preparing himself for court responsi-
bilities, he became one of numerous guests at a
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wedding where an itinerant was to officiate. The
company assembled, the hours passed, but no
preacher came and general uneasiness began to pre-
vail. Finally when the johnnycake was almost
cold, the venison fried to a crisp, and the sassafras
tea had simmered till the pot was nearly dry, some-
one bethought himself that a Justice of the Peace
was authorized to perform the marriage ceremony,
and, forthwith, the father of the bride called on
‘Squire Jones to go ahead. At first he declined
but finally, yielding to the general pressure, con-
sented.
All things were soon arranged, and standing
before the blushing couple, the justice, after care-
fully clearing his throat, began. “When in the
course of human events it becomes nec--.” Here
the ‘Squire suddenly stopped, and , looking around,
perceived a kind of quizzical expression pervading the
countenances of all who had already passed through
the connubial loop, whilst a look of expectancy
rested upon the faces of the gay young people gath-
ered around. For a moment he collected his
thoughts, which centered on one great organic law,
then again began, “We, the people of the United
States, in order to form a more perfect government,”
but here his utterance became choked, great drops
of sweat collected upon his brow, which he wiped
off with his coat sleeve, and, amid a surpressed titter,
looking up, the benign countenance of the “Father of
his Country,” in picture, on the wall, seemed to smile
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down upon him, and in faltering accents he began
again, “Frien—friends and fellow cit-cit-citizens,
the pe-pe-period for a new e-election--.” This he
perceived was a non sequitor, and silence profound,
oppressive, for a moment reigned. The ‘Squire was
first white, then, livid. Biting his lips in mortifica-
tion, the then new and popular motto, “Don’t give
up the ship” flashed through his mind, and profit-
ing by an undertone suggestion from someone near,
he directed the parties to join hands, and summoning
all his latent energy of memory both the Declaration
and Ethan Allen came to his rescue and in a bold
tone he went forward, “For the support of this
Declaration, and with a firm reliance in Divine
Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our
lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor,’ and, ‘in
the name of the Great Jehovah and the Continental
Congress, ‘ you are man and wife.”
“Good as wheat,” cried the newly-made father-
in-law; “mother lets have supper;” and, in the
enjoyment of the primitive viands, ‘Squire Jones’
embarrassment was soon forgotten.
SOME CHANGES.—Time has wrought changes in
everything. A few instances will illustrate. For
many years, the village of Poland was a place of note,
leading Youngstown in everything. Indeed, the
valley town was looked down upon in more ways
than one by the enterprising village on the hill.
Did a circus or menagerie come along, it stopped at
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Poland and the Youngstowners climbed the hill to
see it. It was so political speeches, Fourths of
July, and everything. Poland was in the lead.
With the coming of the canal and railroads, all was
changed, and Poland is known, only, as a quiet coun-
try village, whilst Youngstown is cited throughout
the land, on account of her industries and schools.
Perhaps the most remarkable change of the kind
on the Reserve will be found in comparing Cleve-
land and Kelloggsville, Ashtabula County. Whilst
Cleveland was struggling with the ague and adversity,
Kelloggsville was enjoying a boom. The Kelloggs,
the Woodburys and other citizens were men of
energy. Several distilleries had been put in opera-
tion and dry goods stores started. Teams loaded with
grain came in from every quarter, three or four
hotels being required for their accommodation.
Whilst things stood thus, back in the teens of the
century, a Mr. Smith came on from the East, looking
for a location. He was highly pleased with the
bustling village, the more particularly as some sixty-
two teams sought accommodations the night of his
arrival. But he had started west with Cleveland in
his eye and would go there before deciding to invest.
He found the Cuyahoga town “quiet as a duck
pond,” and tarrying only over night, returned and
made large investments at the town of distilleries.
Mr. Smith is dead, Cleveland is the metropolis of
the third State in the Union and Kelloggsville is a
dry town.
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If our legislative Solons could see the changes
that have come over the practice of medicine in the
past seventy-five years, as well as those in bonnets
and hats, they would spend very little time in fooling
with either. Bleeding, calomel and “nanny tea”
used to be the great specifics. Seldom does a physi-
cian resort to them now. Is it because of the hard
raps of quacks? A single illustration must suffice.
When a lad, I used to play with a little brother and
sister, the only children of a neighboring family.
They were taken down with the measles and our kind
old family doctor from Seville was called and he
poured in hot “nanny tea” to drive the measles out.
Several days passed, but no effect from the tea or
any other of his prescriptions. All this time the
children were asking and beseeching cold water
which the Esculapian strictly forbade. Finally, one
morning he announced to the afflicted parents that
the children must die. He had exhausted medical
science on their case, and gathering up his saddle-
bags, he bade them a sympathetic good-bye. As
soon as he was gone, the father said, “Well, mother,
if the children must die, we shall have to give them
up, but they shall not die pleading for water,” and
going to the well, he brought in a pitcher of which
they drank almost voraciously. In fifteen minutes
the measles began to show themselves, and the
children soon recovered. A thick scale fell from the
old doctor’s eyes, and the children of that region
had to drink “nanny tea” no more. Scales have been
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falling from the eyes of the profession ever since.
Doctoring as practiced fifty years ago would not be
tolerated for a moment to-day. Then, what shall we
say of fifty years hence. The changes referred to
are only such as have been going on, on every hand.
X rays are omnipresent.
AN EARLY SENTENCE.—Judge Tappan was one
of the first to hold a court in Trumbull County,
then comprising the Western Reserve, Warren being
the only county seat. The judge was a remarkably cross-
eyed man, indeed, distressingly so. One of the
earliest sessions, a June term, was held in a new
barn. The floor was extemporized for a court room
and the stable was planked up, served for a jail. One
day the judge was administering a severe reprimand
to someone convicted of a petty crime, when a man
back in the crowd, and badly under the influence of
liquor called, “That’s right, give it to him, old gim-
let eyes.”
“Who’s that disturbing this court?” queried his,
Honor, looking about.
“It’s this ere hoss,” replied the man, holding up
his hand.
The judge at once perceived the state of affairs,
and, turning to the sheriff, said: “Mr. Sheriff, trot
that hoss off to the stable and keep him there until
he can appreciate the virtue of Mahoning water.”
He then calmly pursued his reprimand, whilst the
“hoss” was quietly led off to the extemporized
lockup.
C.S.—7
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A PRIMITIVE SCHOOL MEETING.—Braceville,
Trumbull County, was settled early in the century.
About 1807, some eight or ten families concluded
they must have a school, and a meeting was called
for an evening early in September, to be held in a
little “slashing” at the center. At the appointed
time the paters familias convened and lighted a brush
heap. Then it was discovered they had no whiskey,
and so important a thing as founding a school could
not be thought of without something to imbibe. A
committee of two was therefore appointed to go to
Leavittsburg, some four miles away, for a gallon of
“rye.” This committee returned about midnight,
when the meeting was organized by appointing an
uncle of mine, Stephen Oviatt, chairman. After a
drink all round, they began to plan for the school.
Amid alternate planning and drinking, it was re-
solved to meet on a given day, cut logs, and erect a
schoolhouse. By the time this conclusion was
reached, daylight was just beginning to tinge the
east, the moon was setting in the west, and, the
whiskey gone, the chairman arose, swung the jug
about his head and, smashing it upon a stump, de-
clared the first school meeting ever held in Brace-
ville, adjourned.
At the appointed time, the building was erected
and served as both schoolhouse and church for
nearly twenty years, the celebrated Lorenzo Dow
preaching in it at least once.
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PIONEER ACCOUNTS.—In these days of business
colleges, typewriters, daybooks, journals, ledgers,
and a score of other things connected with keeping
accounts, the methods of the fathers are well cal-
culated to cause a smile. They were very simple,
sometimes unique. Accounts among farmers and
mechanics were mostly written with chalk upon the
walls and doors of their cabins or shops. Merchants
kept their books in a way that would baffle a modern
expert. Books were valid witnesses in court then, as
now. I well remember the way things were “chalked
down” in my own boyhood home and in that of the
blacksmith shop in which our work was done. But
a few examples must suffice to elucidate.
A merchant in Sheffield, Ashtabula County, failed
and an accountant, appointed to examine his books,
soon became bewildered by the varied characters he
found. Among other things that baffled him, was
the frequent recurrence of a small circle, occasionally
having a dot in the center. Finally the merchant
was called on for explanation and evinced his con-
tempt for experts by exclaiming, “Any fool ought
to understand that. The circle means cheese; with
a dot in the center, grindstone.”
A few miles from Warren, resided a man who
carefully kept his accounts engraved with keelstone
upon the walls of his home. In the course of
human events, his wife died, and, after due sorrowing,
he mated again. Wife No. 2 was one of that
can’t-have-a-fly-speck-about-the house sort of wo-
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men, and one day shortly after installment in her
new home, whilst husband was away, she gave the
walls a thorough cleaning. When he came home
and saw the bright clean logs and his happy wife,
he exclaimed, “O, my dear, you have ruined me!”
“How is that?” queried the thoroughly alarmed wife,
“I have only cleaned the marks off the walls.”
“Those were my accounts for work.” “O, I’m so
sorry,” responded the wife, “I didn’t think the
marks were of any use. But can’t you put them
down again.: “I don’t know, but I’ll try,” replied
the husband, and keel in hand he went to work.
When at length he ceased, the anxious spouse again
queried, “Well, have you got them all right now?”
“Well,” replied the honest man, “I don’t know as
I’ve got them quite all, but what I have, are against
better men.”
In a lawsuit in a justice court in an early settle-
ment, one of the parties was ordered to present his
account. Going home, he lifted the door from its
hinges and backed it into court, and, by the evidence
thus adduced, gained his case.
One hundred pages now we count,
A century has run;
The statements tally in amount,
The SOUVENIR is done.
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FROM
DIXIE TO CANADA.
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heavy paper, illustrated, and tastily bound in
muslin. The book is descriptive of the manner in
which Fugitive Slaves were helped across the
country to Canada, or to places of safety in the
North over the so-called………………………
UNDERGROUND RAILROAD,
“Where no one heard the whistle
Or the rumble of the cars,
As the darkies rode to freedom
Beyond the stripes and stars.”
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WHAT THEY THINK OF DIXIE.
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Dear Mr. Johnson: Your volume on the Underground
Railroad has been received and I have read most of it. It is
full of interest and you certainly know how to tell a story well.
Sincerely yours,
J.C. BASHFORD,
Pres. Ohio Wesleyan University
Dear Bro.:--Your book came all O.K. I enjoyed it very
much. J.C. ROCKHILL, Los Angeles, Cal.
Dear Sir and Comrade:--I am reading your book “From
Dixie to Canada,” which I saw advertised, and sent for. I am
intensely interested, as I am a child of the Underground Rail-
road. I wish every child in the land might read it and learn
something of the unwritten—the inner history of his country,
that which historians have so far ignored.
Yours, in F., C. & L., M.H. PETERS, Watseka, Ill.
“From Dixie to Canada” is the outgrowth of years of re-
search into one of the most remarkable features of history,
the so-called Underground Railroad, over which fugitive
slaves were helped across the country to Canada, or a place of
safety in the North. It is unique—tragic.—Ohio State Jour-
nal
The Underground Railroad has at last a chronicler in the
person of Rev. H. U. Johnson, of Orwell, O. His “From
Dixie to Canada,” is a most interesting recital of the escape
and flight of slaves in old ante-bellum days. Those of us who
served as trainmen or conductors on that mysterious thorough-
fare thank him for the graphic pictures he has drawn. They
will be a revelation to our children’s children.—Cincinnati
Christian Advocate.
The “underground railroad” was a famous institution in
its day. It served a great purpose. By it many slaves went to
liberty. The story of those stirring times and events are
vividly recalled in this book. From it the children can learn
of the things which occurred in the days of slavery, and how
noble-hearted men and women of the North helped the poor
slave to his liberty. It is full of interest.—Pittsburg Chris-
tian Advocate.
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“Washington.” This exhibition delighted a large audience
of old and young, who be pleased to hear him again.
Robt. O. Kieling, Principal.
Youngstown, O. Rev. E.A. Boehme, Pastor
Prof. H. U. Johnson, entertained and instructed the people
of Waterford, Pa., two nights with his stereopticon lectures.
He is a pleasing speaker, and everyone felt well paid for the
time and money expended. W.E. Mercer,
Principal of Academy
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