Brown, Charles H.: At his residence in Ogalalla, September 21, 1900, aged 70 years, 4 months and 23 days.

Mr. Brown was born at Newport, RI, and came of genuine New England ancestry. He migrated to Illinois in 1853 and settled in LaSalle county, where he met and married Sarah A. Hart. He joined the 104th Regiment Volunteer Infantry and saw the hardest of military service, having served in the Chickamauga campaign and participated in the great battles along the line of defense between the lower Mississippi and the Virginia strongholds. But few soldiers came out of this campaign as they went in. Most of the men who looked down from the clouds at Lookout Mountain, or joined in the charge of Mission Ridge as he did were wrecked physically. No nation can boast of greater heroism than was shown in this campaign. He was no exception. The history of his regiment speaks of him as a crack shot and a good soldier, always faithful to duty, and these characteristics marked him through life. He was always true to that which he espoused, whatever it might be. No one ever thought of accusing him of insincerity. He moved with his family to Nebraska in 1884 and settled southeast of Ogalalla, but never permanently regained his health, although he was allied with all the general interests of the county. He was a constant, uncomplaining sufferer. After having endured the hardships of a frontier life on a farm for several years he moved to Ogalalla and resided here until death. He was a useful and honored member of the Congregational church and leaves the imprint of a strong personality on those with whom mingled. Wherever he was placed he was true to the trust whatever it might be. He leaves a wife, one son and three daughters to mourn his loss, with hosts of neighbors, comrades and friends who have loved him as a counselor and brother.

Thou art gone from our lives--a bright shining star.
And we would fold the mourning robes around us
Did we not think thou art happier far
In that haven of rest where joys supernal
Wipe out all trace of time and youth’s eternal.
Where no time wrought wrinkles mark thy brow.
In manhood’s prime thou knowest now--
Why joys and grief for aye are blended.
And the victory won of a life well ended.