By Mrs. Henrietta Pomeroy, wife of Calvin Pomeroy Written for my Children - January 1912 Submitted By: Lorna Borman
My father was George Blish. He was born in Bath, Maine on May 5, 1816. My
mother's name was Irene Young and was born in Williamsburg, Ohio. When father was
22 years old his folks moved to Missouri, St. Louis Co., seven miles from St. Louis to a
farm called Gaskinade (as near as I can remember). Mother's folks lived near there
and that is where my parents became acquainted and were married in 1838, May 1.
I was born February 4, 1839 at Gaskinade farm. The first I remember plainly was
moving to a place where father got work in a flour mill run by a man by the name of Hawn.
Father was a miller by trade. I don't remember how long we lived there but I
well remember that one of the Hawn boys would bite and pinch me every chance he got.
Then I remember moving from there to a place called Pin Oak. Here Grandpa Joseph
Blish owned a flour mill and wanted my father to help him run it. (The Blish Book
says that it was a saw-mill?) We lived there about a year and then moved up on the
bluff above the mill. Grandpa owned the mill but he was a Doctor MD., so didn't do
any mill work. He was also Justice of Peace at the time.
Then in the spring of 1846, Uncle Joseph moved to Illinois and Grandpa sold the mill.
I was 5 years old when we moved up on the bluff and I would take a small pail and go down to
Uncle Joe's every morning (about a half mile) to get milk. It was thru a wood and I
felt rather scary but I always got through alright except once when I fell and spilled a
part of the milk which grieved me very much.
That summer, I don't remember the month, my Aunt and Uncle, Mr. and Mrs. Husband
(Mother's sister Martha) came to visit us. It was the first time they had met us
since they were married. They stayed three weeks then went on up to where Grandpa
Young was living and wanted us to go with them on a visit, but mother did not go. So
Father thought he would go as he might find a place to settle. It was forty miles to
Grandpa Young's place. They went with ox team. Uncle and Aunt settled there
and I guess they lived there the rest of their days.
After Father got there he took sick with cholera morbus so Uncle James Husband took the
ox team and came after Mother. When he got there my little brother David was sick
with bold hives and she could not go. She had not seen her folks for four years, so
Uncle went back the next day and brother David got worse. The hives went in on his
lungs and he died the third day after Uncle was there. There was no Doctor near for
him and Mother did not know what to give him. Grandpa was then in St. Louis so could
not get him. David was buried before Father got home, in the Greenstreet Cemetery.
Soon after Father got home he decided to go to Illinois and Grandma and Grandpa Blish
came from St. Louis and said they were going too. Grandma went back to St. Louis to
stay until spring with her daughter, Mrs. Henrietta Sisson came with them. Grandpa
stayed with us and went to Illinois with us. That was in the fall of 1846 that we
moved to Illinois, LaSalle County.
We went by ox team and were on the road three or four weeks, I think. (I have to
do this by memory as my folks have passed away.) Grandpa rode horse back and often
rode on ahead and would pick out a good place to camp or a house to sleep in over night.
Before we got to the Illinois River, my little brother Thomas, took sick. He was
troubled with chronic diarrhea and Grandpa Joseph Blish had ridden on ahead as usual to a
town near where we had to cross the river and had engaged rooms for us and waited for us
until nearly noon the next day. Then he got uneasy about us and came back, but he had
left his medicine bag not thinking it would be needed. So by the time he could go back
and get it, night had fallen and brother Thomas was so much worse that the medicine did him
no good. He died the next morning about ten o'clock. They got a casket and
the next morning took him to town. There he was buried in a cemetery near the
Illinois River. Thomas had talked so much about crossing to the Illinois side.
He was a very bright child.
We then crossed the river and camped in a Pau Pau (Pawpaw) grove and the fruit was ripe.
We ate all we wanted. I remember stopping one day where a man, two daughters
and a son lived. The two young women were sick, in bed and Grandpa gave them some
medicine. We bought two dozen eggs from them and had the eggs for dinner. There
were five of us to eat them, our teamster was one, Grandpa, Father, Mother and me. I
always remember that time because I was allowed to eat as many eggs as I wanted. There
was only bread, butter and eggs to eat and they called it as egg lunch.
Another place we stopped for two or three days. I think they were some
acquaintances of the family for they had us eat with them. They had mutton, the first
I had ever eaten. When we got near the place where Uncle lived, Grandpa rode on ahead
a days ride. The next morning Father's brother, Joseph Blish, came and met us.
We stopped a few days with them until Father could rent a place. There was the first
time I ever saw a stove. They had no fireplace but sat by the stove. It was
cold at nights. It was about October.
We rented a farm not far from Uncle's place. Uncle lived in a village called
Earlville and the farm Father rented belonged to Mr. Carter. We had brought two
horses and two cows with us that winter. Mr. Foster, the teamster, had got a job in
the woods splitting rails.
After working awhile he took sick and nearly died. However, by good nursing and
Grandpa doctoring him, he finally got well. As soon as he was able to sit up he took
a chair and placed it before the door so he could sit down, rest a gun on the back and shoot
some prairie chickens he saw across the road. He trembled so, he could hardly stand
and begged Mother to let him have the gun. He shot two of them by taking rests in
between. Mother went and got them as he was still too weak to go outside. He
was so tickled that he talked about it for several days just like a child.
One day in January was the coldest I ever saw. We sat by the stove all day and
could hardly keep warm. I put a pan of water on the stove hearth and the side next
to the fire would simmer, and the side away from the fire had a thin skin of ice on it.
Father did only what was necessary to tend the stock and we left the stove red hot all the
time.
The next spring Father pre-empted 40 acres of prairie land and 10 acres of timber, the
two pieces of land were about a mile apart. It was near Indian Creek, a little town
near Earlville.
We lived on the Carter place one year and three months, then settled (rented) a place,
Wheeler place it was called, and was near our own land so Father would be near to build.
We were there a year and then moved onto our own place. I was nine years old then and
had been to school only three months, when I was 7 years. This country was so new so
there was no school house until I was 9. Then I started school and went two weeks at
which time scarlet fever broke out and school closed and was no more that summer.
The next spring father went to California to the mines. He rented his place and
mother and I and two little brothers went to Ohio to visit mother's brother, Carson Young.
He came for us and we went to LaSalle and went by boat on the Illinois River to St. Louis.
We stopped there a week to visit Uncle William and another brother of mothers. When
we got to Cincinnati we took the stage to Williamsburg where Uncle lived. I enjoyed
the trip on the boats very much. All the time we were in Williamsburg I went to school
and to church and Sunday school. This little town was built on the little Miami river
and we used to have great time boating on uncle's boat. We had picnics on the little
island several times. A lovely place for picnics. So many large beech trees
made it a nice shady place. We used to get the long limbs and tie them together with
bark and use them for a swing. The limbs drooped down.
One evening I went home from school with one of my cousins to stay all night. On
our way we came to where there was a long wild grape growing. It had run to the top
of a tree that grew on the edge of a deep gulch or ravine and some one had cut it off at the
bottom. It was crooked up so one could sit on it and swing out over the gulch.
We would take turns in swinging. The last time I swung, I felt it give way at the top
while I was swinging out and when I got back I stepped off and the whole vine came down.
I came near going down in the gulch about a hundred feet. I felt that it was a narrow
escape.
Father sent us some money so we could go back home again. It was the last of
September when we started for home. We rode in a wagon with one of our neighbors to
Cincinnati, stayed all night there and took the train to Cleveland and crossed Lake Erie
over to Detroit and took the train again to Buffalo, then crossed Lake Michigan to Chicago.
There we took a canal boat and went to LaSalle. We were on that boat about a
week for we traveled slow. It began to freeze at nights before we got back there.
We then went to Aunt Henrietta Sissons (my father's sister) stayed there a week and
cousin Charles Sisson took their covered hack and drove us out to Ferdinand Carters to get
mother's things. It snowed part of the day and it got so cold we stopped at a farm
house to warm up at noon and ate our lunch and fed the horses. We got to Carters just
at dusk. They were killing hogs that day and had just got through. One of Mrs.
Carters nieces was there helping her all day. After supper she went home and I went
with her and stayed all night. I had got so cold riding that I was chilly all night,
and all evening I sat before the fireplace. They had the cook stove just behind where
I sat so I was between two fires, but it seemed that I couldn't get thawed out or warmed
through.
In about a week mother moved to Mrs. Drews, near our place. She boarded with them
and I stayed with the Carters and went to school all winter. When school was out I
went over where mother was. It was then the first of April and the weather was fine.
Mrs. Gillet wanted a girl to stay with her awhile to take care of her two little
children. After I was there a week or two there came a heavy snow storm about three
feet deep and drifted in places to about four or five feet deep. Mrs. Gillet got very
blue and discouraged and grumbled about the weather. She said that they would all
starve etc...One day she sent me to the barn to gather eggs which were 12 cents a dozen and
she saved them all to sell. I had to climb up to get to the nests and in getting down
one day, I fell and broke one egg. She was vexed about it and said there was one cent
gone etc...I got tired of her growling and told her I would go over to the Drews where mother
was. She said "I'd like to see you go, you can't get through the snow." It was
very damp and melting off and the [draws] were running with water. There was one very
large one to cross. She said I could not cross it. I told her I would cross on
the fence and she said she would laugh to see me come back, but once I got started I kept
right on through drifts and water and was wet to the waist when I got there. It was
about 2 or 2 miles. When I saw I could not keep my feet dry I just plodded right
through snow and water. When I got there mother was gone. She had gone to
Carters to get her things and chickens to move home. She got back the next day, then
the day after we moved over to our home. She wanted to move while the snow was on so
we could use the sled. The folks that had our place rented had not moved out yet, so
mother had told them the month before. They got out in a few days after we moved in.
We were glad to get home again.
In about a month father got home, he had been to Oregon to visit my grandparents (my
mother's folks) who had crossed the plains in 1847. Their name was Young. [see ""On the Oregon Trail"]". They stopped at Whitman
Station at the time of the "Whitman massacre".
They were spared because they were English, but one of the boys, Uncle James Young was away
I think to some mill and in going back he met two Indians. One of them told him to
go back as there was trouble with the Indians. The other told him to go on as there
was no danger. So he didn't know which one to trust and went ahead. He had
not gone far until the one who said go on, shot him in the back and killed him. The
other Indian told of it to his folks. There was two boys with their parents who got
through to Oregon City, stayed there awhile then settled in the Tualitin Plains three miles
N.E. of Hillsboro, and that is where father came to visit them.
Father got home in May of 1851. He put in a field of corn and garden but no grain.
That year he bought forty acres more of land north of his, which formed the first
forty acres and reached out to the county road. The next spring we got a hundred
choice apple trees and set them out. We already had a choice peach orchard, we had
all the peaches we could use and sold them to our neighbors and gave away lots of them and
a good many went to waste too.
In the summer of 1853 father sold out everything he had, even a span of fillys which he
hated to part with, but father liked Oregon so well that he made quite a sacrifice to go.
We went by water as father said it was too much of a hardship by land. We
started from home in September. We went to Otoway [Ottawa] in a wagon. There
we took the train to Chicago then on to New York by train and was to get there by the time
the steamer "Prometheus" got in port. We got there a week sooner than the
steamer so had to wait. We got a private boarding house. While going along
the street up to the house a delivery wagon came around the corner as we were crossing the
street and the horse ran against my little brother Preston who was five that September and
knocked him down, struck him in the abdomen with his hoof and knocked him senseless.
When he came to, he was dreadful sick for a while. But in a few days was as well as
ever. He was deaf and ran ahead of us a little way and couldn't hear us call to him,
nor hear the wagon or he would not have been run over. He was all the brother I had.
While we were in Ohio, my brother Charles, five years old died with liver trouble in May of
1850. I had one sister three years old in November.
I don't know when we left on the steamer. We were three weeks going to the Isthmus of
Panama. We went by Nicaraguan route and crossed over the mountains on little burros.
It was twelve miles across. We stopped over one day before we crossed getting
our things ready to send over. We had lots of oranges, bananas, and plantains to eat.
We got them for five cents per dozen. I don't remember the name of the town
on either side of the Isthmus, but we stayed one night on each side. We went up the
San Juan River to the lake in small river boats. I think there were three of them
and in some places the bank was so close we could touch the branches of the trees.
In some places the monkeys were so thick in the trees chattering at us. We were a
part of the day and all night getting to the lake.
At this lake we took all day getting our things on board and then all night getting to
where we had to land. There were no wharves so had to land in life boats and be taken
to shore as the steamer could not go near shore. It took nearly all day for all hands
and the freight to land. We got to shore about noon. There were lots of natives
there and a few Americans. There was one black man that helped run the hotel.
He said his family were in Ohio and showed us pictures of his wife and children. He
said as soon as he made a good stake he was going home.
At night we slept in hammocks as it was too warm for beds there. We started as
early as we could get away which was about ten o'clock to cross the mountains. I had
a side saddle with the back horn broken off. They did not have any bridles. A
native driver was along to drive them. He carried my brother and my satchel and
father carried sister Sarah and another satchel. Brother carried a satchel also and
our dinner box. We had to furnish our grub while crossing or it would cost us quite
a bit to board all the time. We bought coffee and bread. While going over the
mountains, my burro started to feed along the way and turned down a deep canyon. The
driver was attending to some of the other animals so didn't see him at first for he had
twelve animals to drive and watch. While my burro was feeding I jumped over him and
my dress caught on the broken horn of the saddle and tore it pretty bad. Just then
the native saw him and of all the jabbering that little fellow got and a whipping too.
He tried to ask me if I was hurt but he could only talk Spanish. I shook my head and
he seemed to understand. I got back on the burro and we got there by evening.
There was only one big shed of a house to stay in and every one had there own bedding.
All the women and children slept on the floor I guess the men found some other sheds
to sleep in. Some slept on tables and benches. The next day early the people
began to go aboard the other boat on the Pacific Ocean. The name of the boat was
"Cortez" a very large double decker.
(When we first started out from New York there were five days of a stormy weather and
nearly everybody was seasick. I was seasick a very little. I did not miss a
meal and some times was the only one at the table. We passed the West Indian Islands.
I think we passed between Cuba and Haiti but I am not certain as we may have come
through the Yucatan Channel. I have forgotten which it was. I have lost my
diary of the trip but believe it was the first way.)
On the Pacific Ocean we had fine weather all the way. Only when we crossed the
Gulf of Tehuantepec and that was during the night. For a little while it seemed the
boat would go to pieces. First thing I knew a big wave struck her and it sounded
like she had struck a rock. A skylight broke and the water came pouring in and was
nearly knee-deep in the steerage.
At the time we went aboard the "Cortez" it took all day for everyone to get
aboard as we had to go out about a mile in life boats. The life boats could not
come very near the shore so the natives had to carry the passengers and freight out
through the surf to the life boats which then were rowed out to the ocean steamer.
It was afternoon before my folks got to go. We sat in the shade all forenoon on the
hull of a wrecked steamer that had been cast up on the shore. We sat there and
watched the young natives ride on the surf. They each had a little board and swam out
and rode in on the waves. It was fun to watch them and they kept it up nearly all day
while the tide was coming in.
The natives had shells for sale. Such pretty ones I had never seen. They
had stands of lemon aid, fruits and bread to sell. The weather was very warm though
they had been having rain which they called their winter.
We were about three weeks going to San Francisco and when we got there our boat which
we were going to take to Oregon had already gone so we had to wait for another one.
We stopped at the "Keystone House" for about five days before the steamer
"Columbia" came. We had a very nice time in San Francisco. The young
Mr. Herring who helped his mother run the hotel was a very nice man, he took me to a
panorama show one evening which I enjoyed very much. The scenery was called
"Swing the Elephant." It was crossing the plains from Council Bluff to California in
1849 for hunting gold showing the hardships and difficulties and many laughable incidents
on the trip. The last picture when they finally stopped was a small mining town
mostly of tents and a rough and mountainous country. The big white elephant painted
as standing on the side of a mountain representing toil, hardships and scarcity of
everything.
The greater part of San Francisco was tents and small board shacks. The streets
were planks with here and there a plank gone. And was mostly built over the bay on
pilings which made it dangerous to go over at night.
We got aboard the steamer Columbia the last day of November and landed in Portland
December 5, 1853. The trip was very pleasant and rough only one day. This
made us slide back and forth across the cabin on our chairs which made it quite laughable.
The steamer landed in Astoria and all the passengers got aboard small river steamers
to come to Portland. We were all night going to Portland. A pilot boat brought
us in over the Columbia river bar the morning of the 4th of December. The large
steamers could not then go up the river. Portland was then a small town with board
sidewalks where there were any, and all the streets were very muddy with a few stumps in
them here and there. The houses and hotels were just light frame buildings--weather
boarded outside, and cloth and paper inside with partitions. It wasn't long till
more substantial buildings were put up.
My uncle Samuel Young came for us the next day as father had gone after him as soon as
we landed. I think the hotel we stopped in was the "National". It was
run by William McMillen's mother and step father. I can't remember their names.
Uncle got in town the evening of the 6th with an ox team and the morning of the 7th we
started for the Tualitin Plains. We went out of Portland on the old Plank Road as it
was called then. It is now called the Canyon Road. We got to Grandpa's house
just before dark. Grandma had supper ready. We had chicken, milk, butter,
apple pie, warm biscuits and coffee. We were glad to eat and rest after our long
journey.
There were not very many Indians in this part of Oregon, only a few small tribes and they
were kept on the reservations. One old Indian, Mickye, used to get the deer hides
from the whites and tan them on shares. He lived to be over a hundred years old, was
quite blind and feeble when he died.
Father, mother and my little brother 5 years old and sister 3 years old, stayed with
Grandpa all winter, father and uncle John made shingles to sell and in the spring father
took up a claim about two miles back of the old Lennox place or West Union Church.
In March we moved on the place in a one room house and cooked over a fireplace all summer.
A neighbor of ours by the name of Everson had taken a place near us about one and a
half miles. The fourth of July we went to visit them. We were invited to
dinner and they had several of the neighbors there and we had a fine dinner and a good time.
Father was asked to go with the Hillsboro Band to Portland. That day he was
the Snare Drummer. We were all home by nine o'clock and the day was fine. That
evening I had a new sister arrive about eleven-fifteen. We named her Elizabeth.
Father did not like his place for he could not get water handily. He dug a well
but no water. So he left it that fall and bought another place near West Union a
little over a mile from where we were and bought the other man's improvements (name Lennox).
I got acquainted with a number of young folks that summer. I attended Sunday School
at the West Baptist Church.
The winter I stayed at Grandpa's I stayed with a Mr. Belknap and went to school with her
two little girls at Mr. Griffins school house where he also held church. He was a
Congregational Minister. He was sent to Oregon as a missionary in 1839.
Grandpa's folks all attended his church and so did my folks until they moved to West Union.
They then joined the Baptist Church. Mr. Eels was our school teacher.
He was a fine man and well liked.
Mr. Griffin had three hundred sixty acres of farm land, a nice large house, barn and
apple orchard. He also had pear and plum trees.
There was a family by the name of Pomeroy who lived on the plains N.E. of Hillsboro,
which was then a small village with one street. I got acquainted with the Pomeroys
the first winter I was in Oregon. Also with a family by the name of Zackary.
They had several nice girls, one near my own age. We girls were real good friends,
especially Katy the one near my own age. Mr. Pomeroy's older boy, Walter married in
October 1854 to Jane Tuttle of Forest Grove. Katie and I were invited. Nearly
every body rode horseback those days. Katie went with Henry Girty (he is a
step-brother to Calvin Pomeroy). I went with Calvin to the wedding. It was a
fine affair. I had been to a camp meeting in June with Calvin to a place that is now
called Cornelius but there was no town there then. The next morning after the wedding
we went to the Pomeroys (Walter's father) for dinner and a good time. They had
dancing in the evening and supper about midnight.
My folks lived in a large house with two windows and one door. They had no
stove yet. We had curtains to petition off for the bedrooms.
In November 1854 Calvin and I were married. We gave a wedding dinner to our
relatives and friends. We had quite a house full and a good dinner which was all
cooked on or over the fireplace. I've always been proud of this.
The next summer bought a new cook stove. Walter's father gave him and Calvin
eighty acres of farm land apiece and they both built themselves a house. The one
that Walter built is still standing but our house was moved because after the county roads
were surveyed our home was right in the center of the road so it was torn down. The
land was sold to a Mr. Gibson in 1865. We bought another place of 160 acres back of
West Union Church.
Our first child was born March 23, 1857. In 1858 we took a trip to San Francisco
on the "S.S. Cortez". We were there a week visiting friends. We came
back on the same steamer. The day before we came to the mouth of the Columbia River
there came a terrible storm which nearly wrecked the boat. The waves were mountainous.
One wave struck the boat so hard it made her tremble and tore away part of the wheel
house and part of the hurricane deck. It was so bad that only half the engines could
work, and we couldn't cross the bar, the waves being so high. We had to run into
Victoria B.C. and make repairs which took all the next day. We were in Victoria over
one day then ran back to the mouth of the Columbia River. By that time the sea was
not so rough but not very calm either. We crossed the bar the next morning early and
got back to Portland safely the next morning. One of our neighbors being in town
with his hack gave us a ride home. We found everything alright. We had left
the place in the care of Mr. Humphrey who slept in the house nights.
The next summer Calvin's father went to California to live as he was sick with inflammatory
rheumatism. He had been troubled with it for quite a while. He bought some property in
Petaluma, California and sold all but fifteen acres of his land in Oregon. The fifteen acres he kept
had a house, barn and orchard on it.
In 1859 we had another little son. In September or October, father Pomeroy died.
He was worth several thousand dollars, mostly in gold. His wife got all that
but the personal property was sold and divided amongst the heirs which amounted to about
$500.00 apiece. There was no will made that we know of. His wife was his third
one so her and her children had plenty of money as long as they lived. Her youngest
child was a Pomeroy. She was a widow (Girty) with two children, Henry and Catherine.
Her daughter married in 1849 or 50 to a man named Fournier and her son married in
1859 or 60 and settled on a part of a farm that belonged to his mother about three miles
from Hillsboro. The youngest son, Ebb. Pomeroy married before his father left Oregon
at the age of 17 or 18 to a Katie Monroe and settled on a piece of land. Katie's
father deeded the land to them and his heirs. They had three daughters. Annie
never married. The others are living in Portland. They were all very
attractive. Their mother died when Annie was only three years old, about 1872.
Then their grandmother took care of them for awhile. Then they moved to Deer Island.
While there, their father Ebb, was cleaning out a well and it caved in on him.
That was about 1870.
In August 22, 1861, we had a daughter and named her Henrietta Eunice. When she
was 23 years old she married W.A. Kirts of Greenville, Wash. They owned property in
Cedar Mill, sold that and bought a store, kept that for several years and then went to
Montana. Later on they went to Alaska, stayed there three years mining. They
had good claims, came back and bought city property in Portland. Mr. Kirts went
partners with Sam Young in a feed and grocery store. They kept that for several
years then sold out and went to Idaho. It was January 4, 1916 now.
My oldest son, Walter married at 23 to Mary Stump at Scapoose, Oregon. They have
lived there most of the time since. He owns a good farm and has mostly cattle and
dairy products. His son James is married and helps run the place and is now raising
fine registered Holstein stock. Walter is raising pure bred chickens.
My other son, Dwight, is on a farm near Hillsboro, he also owns property in St. Johns.
Walter has a daughter, Susie married to a Mr. Leonard of Scapoose. Dwight
raised two daughters, both married.
I have thirteen grandchildren and four great grandchildren, two boys and two girls.
I now have four boys and three girls all with families except Eunice who has no children.
One boy, Silas lives in Portland and has two children. My second girl, Lela, lives
in Salem, Oregon and is married to Ernest Blue. They have two boys, and own property
in Salem, and he is a lawyer. The youngest girl, Stella married William Pomeroy from
back east. They have two boys and a girl. They own property in Sandy, Scapoose
and on the Pacific Ocean. They live in Milwaukee now as he is a street car motor man.
My husband and I lived in Cedar Mill 7 years. He died on September 27, 1905.
Then I went to Salem to stay with my son Charles. He owns a jewelry store and has
been in that business ever since he married Elizabeth Cornelius. She has been a
doctor for 12 years. They have one boy, Ray who is studying to be a doctor.
He is nearly through now, studied nearly four years. I stayed with them all winter
then went and visited the other children. Then I went back and stayed another winter
with Charles.
It was too lonesome with the doctor gone to the office all day. So I went and
stayed with Stella my youngest girl. I go and stay awhile with each of my children
and am now with my daughter, Lela Blue. Will be here about three months (Salem),
then go back to Portland and Milwaukee.
My Grandpa Young fought in the war of 1812. He enlisted for three years but did
not serve the full time as he was wounded at battle of Lundy's Lane and had a silver plate
inserted, and sent home. A bomb shell burst and a piece struck him on the back of his
head. He was a long time recovering but lived to be over 60 years old.
(Note: Elam Young had no children named Carson and Samuel. I think that whoever first
typed the copies from Henrietta's hand written story either misread Carson for Orson and
Samuel for Daniel or couldn't decipher it as written.)
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