From Newton book:
RESIDENT:- Darby and Canaan Townships, Madison County, Amity, Ohio.Removed to Washington Township, Franklin County, Hilliards, Ohio.

Seldom can one find a person who has reached the advance age of Henry(4), who was yet actively connected with business affairs, but althoughninety-two past when he died, he was still interested in farming. Such arecord should put to shame many a man of younger years, who grew weary ofthe trials and struggles of life and would relegate to others the burdenshe should bear.

He was born in Madison County, Darby Township, Ohio. His grand-fatherHenry (1), removed from Suffolk County, Long Island, to Beekmantown,Clinton County, New York, and spent his remaining days in the EmpireState.

His father Jeremiah (1), was born at Dominy's Point, Three Mile Harbor,East Hampton, Suffolk County, Long Island, New York and moved with hisparents to northern New York. After his marriage to Abagail Norton, heand his wife and her parents removed westward to Ohio in 1811.

Henry (4) was reared on the frontier where there were Indians, and manywild animals, where conditions existed that can scarcely be realized bythe people of today. Land was in a primitive condition, forest uncut, andfields undeveloped.

His boyhood days were spent in aiding to clear and improve the farm. Atfourteen years of age, he would travel some thirty miles to the millunder all weather conditions. On this trip he would take the neighborhoodgrist, by ox-team to Warrensburg on the Scioto river, and in later yearshe would go to Sager's mill on Big Darby Creek north of Pleasant Valley,(now Plain City).

Occasionally when the people of the neighborhood could raise money, ateacher would be employed, and school would be held in some abandoned logshanty.

His first school was attended in a log stable made over. His firstteacher was Aaron Martin a man of good education for those days. Theschool room was seated with slab benches by boring holes in the punchingfloor over the sills with pins driven in to hold the slab seats thereon;while the writing desks were made by boring holes in the logs of thewalls and driving pins in to hold the slabs thereon. The chalk they usedwas made from charcoal of the burnt logs from the fire-place, whichserved to keep the children warm. The logs were white-washed so thechildren could see to read the letters and figures made by them.

The teachers were ill-paid in those days, as money was not so veryplentiful. Since the teacher's salary was rather limited, the teacherroomed with each scholar's parents about a week. From this littlenarrative you can judge for yourselves what education means to us todayif we care to take advantage of the opportunity given us.

At this time, I thought it would be nice to let the future generation inon some of his pioneer experiences. In his boy-hood days, he was adrover, as they were called, as they had no other way of getting theirstock to market.

He came into Dublin on the old Post Road (known then as the Stage CoachLine) to the Scioto River, then south on Lower Street to the fork wherehe crossed the river. If with cattle, he went east over the Coach Line toNewark, Ohio for delivery, but hogs were his principal delivery. FromDublin, he followed the old Indian trail south to Franklinton andColumbus, then over the trail to Chillicothe, Ohio for delivery.

Passing through Columbus the hogs were driven down what is known as CanalStreet. Here, where the breweries and distilleries are located, the hogsbeing hungry, having no food or water to drink, would fill up on mash andsoon became drunk, lying down as he would say "for a quiet and peacefulsnooze". This meant camping until sobering up, before the journey couldbe renewed.

Just a mile west of Dublin, was the Hinkley House or Tavern. They all hadcorels or stys for keeping the travelers'cattle, hogs, and horses in.

He often related about one wintery day arriving there in the late eveningwith his hogs, he put them in the sty and went into the tavern which wasover-flowing with travelers.

He was met by Hinkley who stated! "I've no place for you, tonight, Hen".He answered "I'm staying, hogs styed, I can sleep on the floor in frontof the fire-place and keep the fire burning".

Hinkley said, "I've got no meat or groceries. They have ate me clean out.Got to go to town to get something for breakfast". So Grand-dad said,"Well, we'll have meat for breakfast, kill a hog. You have the boys getthe kettles, make a fire and have the water boiling. When you get backfrom town, we'll kill the hog".

About ten o'clock, Hinkley came back, groceries in one end of a grainsack and two gallon of whiskey in the other (there was a distilleryacross the river at Dublin) over the shoulders of the old Bay mare. Hewas walking - holding to reins and bag so it couldn't fall off.

They went to the sty, killed the hog, and by eleven o'clock had thedressed pork hung up in the yard for breakfast. When morning came, theyfound that the travelers' dogs had eaten off one end of the pork, so theyace off the other end for breakfast.

On his return trips back, he would stay at Sell's Black Horse Tavern onLower Street. He related that one evening he was in the dining room,having just finished his supper, when Sells entered from the bar roomsaying. "Hen, snuff and light that thare candle on the mantle and comewith me". Grand-dad answered, "you're not going to get me into trouble"."No Sir, they'll not bother us - have a couple that have got to settle alittle grievance".

Grand-dad related that they went out into the road in front of thetavern. Sells took his boot toe and made a mark across the road. He andGrand-dad took posts on each side of the mark with the candles. Out fromthe bar room came two men, took off their coats, stepped up toe to toe tothe mark and went at it hammer and tong (as they would say) for about onehour. Finally they got up satisfied, shook hands, walked back together tothe bar room, cleaned up, took drinks, and retired in the same bed.

He related these and other stories to me time and again when he visitedus in Dublin; He was delighted to talk over old times with such men asSquire Tuller and Riley, Coffman the grocer, Eberly the tinner, andalways before he would leave, he would look up his old friend Doctor EliM. Pinney.

He remained at home till his marriage to Harriett Barlow in 1834, took uphis abode in the county of his birth until 1864, when he sold hisfarm andpurchased 120 acres, the Kidwell farm, in Washington Township, FranklinCounty, Ohio. Later he bought an additional 120 acres, the Elrick farm,where he actively engaged in farming. Although he passed his ninetiethmile stone in life's journey, he superintended the management of hisproperty.

His devoted wife traveled life's journey by his side for 63 yea's, andwas then called to her final rest. She was a devoted Christian woman. Forhalf a century he and his wife were active members of the MethodistEpiscopal Church.

In his early life he was a Whig, and in 1840 voted for William HenryHarrison. During that campaign, he and forty others rode to Urbana, Ohioon horse-back to hear Harrison speak.

His company then campaigned the State with a crude "Log Cabin" built upona wagon, pulled by four white horses, bearing the slogan: "Harrison ofTippecanoe and Tyler Too". This cabin became covered with Coon skins, asevery place they went skins were tacked on. The old door had a latchstring hanging out, giving it the appearance of "Old Frontier Days".There was a hardy pioneer standing beside the door with his long rifle inhand.