tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311530567685352202024-03-13T23:44:24.865-04:00Night before Noon<b>Embracing history and genealogy before they whiz past forever.</b>
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<i>"How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?"...Theodor Seuss Geisel</i>Julia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731153056768535220.post-77469496805784663492010-03-12T21:22:00.019-05:002010-03-12T23:38:28.564-05:00Report for the Williams School in Virginia, filed September 1867, by Sam'l. C. Windsor - Freedmen's Bureau Teacher<object style="height: 315px; width: 420px;"><param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&viewMode=presentation&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fdark%2Flayout.xml&showFlipBtn=true&documentId=100313024723-eca0cae7f4a64e4ca2d2c09ce07cd5f8&docName=report_for_the_williams_school_in_virginia&username=seekerJay&loadingInfoText=Report%20for%20the%20Williams%20School%20in%20Virginia&et=1268448506105&er=87" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/><param name="menu" value="false"/><embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:420px;height:315px" flashvars="mode=embed&viewMode=presentation&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fdark%2Flayout.xml&showFlipBtn=true&documentId=100313024723-eca0cae7f4a64e4ca2d2c09ce07cd5f8&docName=report_for_the_williams_school_in_virginia&username=seekerJay&loadingInfoText=Report%20for%20the%20Williams%20School%20in%20Virginia&et=1268448506105&er=87" /></embed></object><br />
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National Archives [United States]<br />
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<i>Prologue</i><br />
<a href="http://www.archives.gov/publications/prologue/1997/summer/freedmens-bureau-records.html"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Freedmen's Bureau Records: An Overview</b></a><br />
By Elaine C. Everly<br />
Special Issue: Federal Records and African American History<br />
Summer 1997, Volume 29, Number 2<br />
Publisher: National ArchivesJulia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731153056768535220.post-61003354720345533362010-01-27T01:22:00.009-05:002010-03-07T15:54:53.291-05:00WordlessWednesday: A Radium Economy<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/S1_c3GCD_QI/AAAAAAAAARM/RS7SVeKcgmQ/s1600-h/The+Evening+World+-+NYC+-+9+Sep+1903+Night+Edition+-+image10+c3+-+radium+economy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431302514702286082" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/S1_c3GCD_QI/AAAAAAAAARM/RS7SVeKcgmQ/s320/The+Evening+World+-+NYC+-+9+Sep+1903+Night+Edition+-+image10+c3+-+radium+economy.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 276px;" /></a><br />
<div align="center"><align><span style="font-size: 78%;"><i>The Evening World</i>; </span><align><span style="font-size: 78%;">New York NY; </span><align><span style="font-size: 78%;">9 Sep 1903, Night Edition; </span><align><span style="font-size: 78%;">Image10 (possibly page 10), Column 3.</span></align></align></align></align></div>Julia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731153056768535220.post-7776919205223569862009-10-20T23:15:00.006-04:002010-03-07T14:52:33.799-05:00Wordless Wednesday: Joseph Brant (after George Romney)<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/St59i2owoEI/AAAAAAAAARE/DhScT5_0hwM/s1600-h/Joseph+Brant+after+George+Romney.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394887441371930690" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/St59i2owoEI/AAAAAAAAARE/DhScT5_0hwM/s400/Joseph+Brant+after+George+Romney.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 316px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Joseph_Brant_after_George_Romney.jpg">Joseph Brant (after George Romney) c. 1776</a>Julia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731153056768535220.post-60583106342738362532009-09-09T11:49:00.009-04:002010-03-07T15:57:48.881-05:00Wordless Wednesday: Missing at Sea - a relative I never had the chance to meet<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SqfO-FfxHNI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/68V3P1OW7UM/s1600-h/Harris+Kamis+WW2+Honor+Roll+page,+ABMC.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379495845939977426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SqfO-FfxHNI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/68V3P1OW7UM/s400/Harris+Kamis+WW2+Honor+Roll+page,+ABMC.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 252px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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These tender children never knew what it was like to be a happy, worry-free child. Instead, they knew pain, both emotional and physical, at the hands of their caregivers. Only one of these children had an advocate, her big brother. In another's girl's case, her big brother was her harshest perputrator. <br />
<i>Please be aware that these are very distressing stories.</i><br />
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I can't locate a newspaper online that tells me the end of Aggie's story or the disposition of James Flemming. Did Della's brain trauma slowly heal after she was removed from her tormentors? Was Marvie better cared for after the court appointed him a guardian? So many fearful questions! <br />
If anyone comes across any of these answers, please let me know what you've discovered. Meanwhile, I'll hope for the best.<br />
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PATHETIC STORY OF A WAIF WHO WAS ABANDONED BY HER BRUTAL GUARDIAN.<br />
<i><b>Oakland Tribune</b></i><br />
7 Oct 1905<br />
page 1, column 4<br />
A BRUTAL FATHER.<br />
<i><b>The Brooklyn Daily Eagle</b></i><br />
24 Jan 1873<br />
page 4, column 6<br />
SON LOCKED IN A CAGE.<br />
<b><i>The Washington Herald</i></b><br />
13 Aug 1910<br />
page 1, column 3<br />
CRUELLY BEAT LITTLE GIRL. [in two sections]<br />
<b><i>Waterloo Daily Courier</i></b> [Iowa]<br />
2 Apr 1903<br />
page 1, column 4Julia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731153056768535220.post-35934641443932257882009-08-29T06:53:00.007-04:002010-03-07T16:04:01.814-05:00Henderson v. Rockwell: Biography of a cemetery plot<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SpkP1AVLC9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/_K9gERakLWE/s1600-h/Green-Wood+Cemetery+by+David+Shankbone.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375345033539685330" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SpkP1AVLC9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/_K9gERakLWE/s400/Green-Wood+Cemetery+by+David+Shankbone.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><i>A small portion of the Green-Wood Cemetery in Brooklyn, Kings County, New York.</i></span><br />
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</div><div align="left">The <a href="http://www.green-wood.com/">Green-Wood Cemetery</a> (it's actual spelling), founded in 1838, is located in Brooklyn, New York. According to it's website, it is currently a spacious 478 acres of history, sculpture garden, and wildlife with 560,000 permanent residents. "By 1860, Green-Wood was attracting 500,000 visitors a year, rivaling Niagara Falls as the country’s greatest tourist attraction."<br />
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"A magnet for history buffs and bird watchers, Green-Wood is a Revolutionary War historic site (the Battle of Long Island was fought in 1776 across what is now its grounds), a designated site on the Civil War Discovery Trail and a registered member of the Audubon Cooperative Sanctuary System.<br />
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On September 27, 2006, Green-Wood was designated a National Historic Landmark by the United States Department of the Interior, which recognized its national significance in art, architecture, landscaping and history." <br />
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The biography of the William Henderson burial plot, located in the Green-Wood Cemetery, is given in detail in this newspaper article: from Mr. Henderson's purchase in 1855 through to the Supreme Court of New York's ruling in 1887. The case is similar to any real estate tug-of-war with the added wrinkle of being the resting place of two bodies. </div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SpkPsk_yMnI/AAAAAAAAAP8/fc-prNjZsrU/s1600-h/The+Brooklyn+Daily+Eagle+-+1+October+1887+-+Henderson+v+Russell+-+A.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375344888763265650" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SpkPsk_yMnI/AAAAAAAAAP8/fc-prNjZsrU/s400/The+Brooklyn+Daily+Eagle+-+1+October+1887+-+Henderson+v+Russell+-+A.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /></a><br />
The decision is given by Judge Ingraham:<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><i>Green-Wood is well known for this extraordinary view of New York harbor in which the statue of Minerva seems to be waving to the Statue of Liberty.</i></span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="left"><i><b><a href="http://eagle.brooklynpubliclibrary.org/Default/Skins/BEagle/Client.asp?Skin=BEagle">The Brooklyn Daily Eagle</a></b></i> and <a href="http://www.fultonhistory.com/Fulton.html"><b><i>Here</i></b></a></div><div align="left">Brooklyn, New York</div><div align="left">1 October 1887</div><div align="left">page 1, column 2</div><div align="left"></div><br />
<div align="left"><i><a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Green-Wood_Cemetery_by_David_Shankbone.jpg"><b>Green-Wood Cemetery</b></a></i> by David Shankbone, cr 2007, Creative Commons Attribution 2.5 License</div><br />
<div align="left"></div><div align="left"><b><i><a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Minerva_in_Green-wood_Cemetery_waving_to_Lady_Liberty.JPG">Minerva in Green-wood Cemetery waving to Lady Liberty</a></i></b> by Russell Bittner, cr 2009, Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 License</div>Julia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731153056768535220.post-67385172325855622442009-08-19T22:58:00.003-04:002010-03-07T16:04:22.875-05:00Wordless Wednesday: Ads from the 2 Jan 1898 issue of The Brooklyn Daily Eagle, Section 2<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/Soy83zdd7yI/AAAAAAAAAPM/98OXNJCPFWI/s1600-h/The+Brooklyn+Daily+Eagle+-+2+Jan+1898+-+Section+2,+page+6,+col+4+-+coal+delivery.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371876122438790946" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/Soy83zdd7yI/AAAAAAAAAPM/98OXNJCPFWI/s400/The+Brooklyn+Daily+Eagle+-+2+Jan+1898+-+Section+2,+page+6,+col+4+-+coal+delivery.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 238px;" /></a><br />
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<a href="http://eagle.brooklynpubliclibrary.org/Default/Skins/BEagle/Client.asp?Skin=BEagle"><i><b>The Brooklyn Daily Eagle</b></i></a><br />
<i>2 Jan 1898, Section 2</i><br />
<b>Coal</b> - <i>page 6, col 4</i><br />
<b>Bicycle</b> - <i>page 7, col 4</i><br />
<b>Invalid Coach</b> - <i>page 8, col 2</i>Julia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731153056768535220.post-40390803364931642432009-08-11T21:36:00.006-04:002010-03-07T16:01:30.114-05:00Wordless Wednesday: William C. Hopson, U.S. Mail Service pilot, models his open-cockpit winter flying clothing, ca. 1926<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SoIdI7_9ydI/AAAAAAAAAO0/JLolpakykAI/s1600-h/William+C.+Hopson.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368885745161193938" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SoIdI7_9ydI/AAAAAAAAAO0/JLolpakykAI/s400/William+C.+Hopson.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 317px;" /></a><br />
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<div align="center"><a href="http://www.digitalvaults.org/record/2808.html"><span style="font-size: 85%;">The National Archives Experience - Digital Vaults</span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">National Archives, Records of the Post Office Department</span></div>Julia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731153056768535220.post-40330335444764623012009-07-28T01:04:00.003-04:002010-03-07T14:50:28.043-05:00Wordless Wednesday: Diagram of a British Warship<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/Sm6KENJCPcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YlRzIHKoFNw/s1600-h/A+Ship+of+War+of+the+third+rate.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363376011096505794" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/Sm6KENJCPcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YlRzIHKoFNw/s400/A+Ship+of+War+of+the+third+rate.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 372px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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<a href="http://digital.library.wisc.edu/1711.dl/HistSciTech.Cyclopaedia"><i><span style="font-size: 78%;"><b>Chambers, Ephraim, 1680 (ca.)-1740 / Cyclopædia, or, An universal dictionary of arts and sciences : containing the definitions of the terms, and accounts of the things signify'd thereby, in the several arts, both liberal and mechanical, and the several sciences, human and divine : the figures, kinds, properties, productions, preparations, and uses, of things natural and artificial : the rise, progress, and state of things ecclesiastical, civil, military, and commercial : with the several systems, sects, opinions, &c : among philosophers, divines, mathematicians, physicians, antiquaries, criticks, &c : the whole intended as a course of antient and modern learning, The Second Volume </b>(1728)</span></i></a><br />
<i><span style="font-size: 78%;">Chambers, Ephraim, 1680 (ca.)-1740</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: 78%;">London: Printed for J. and J. Knapton [and 18 others], 1728 </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: 78%;">2 v. : ill. (some folded) ; 41 cm.</span></i><br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">Repository: University of Wisconsin Digital Collections</span><br />
<align><i><span style="font-size: 78%;">Sermologies - simony, pp. 68a</span></i></align>Julia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731153056768535220.post-85156544448617905242009-07-21T03:31:00.007-04:002010-03-07T15:56:48.734-05:00Working for a Living: US Army c.WW2<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SmV4dZ6n7-I/AAAAAAAAAOU/K-h8GjvHNbw/s1600-h/p00+Cover.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360823378022756322" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SmV4dZ6n7-I/AAAAAAAAAOU/K-h8GjvHNbw/s400/p00+Cover.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 255px;" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">United States. Adjutant-General's Office</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Adjutant General's Office; U.S. Government Printing Office </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Date 1943</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><i>Historic Government Publications from World War II</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Newspapers: Kentucky, Louisville, 1890-1900</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Letterpress.</span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Published: 1895 March 27</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: 85%;"></span>Julia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731153056768535220.post-75101566981225096652009-07-11T00:40:00.003-04:002010-03-07T16:01:59.266-05:00Black Sheep Sunday: Memories of Sally Hamilton's Murder<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/Slm3agtupOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2Q1Zu-6Dlvg/s1600-h/Athens.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357514897820132578" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/Slm3agtupOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2Q1Zu-6Dlvg/s320/Athens.gif" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<div align="center"><i><span style="font-size: 85%;">The blue stars indicate the locations that Lent's testimony placed he and Sickler in their flight south.</span></i></div>August, 1813, in the town of Athens, on the west shore of the Hudson River, Greene County, Sally Hamilton disappeared.<br />
Sally, the popular twenty year old daughter of Samuel Hamilton, Esq., had walked approximately one half mile to visit either her sister or a neighbor for the afternoon (accounts vary). Sally left around 8 o'clock to return home. She walked with some friends until only 20 rods from her house (about 330 feet), but never reached safety. After she was missed, the whole town searched for her with great anxiety until two or three days later, when her body was found under a bridge in a creek. In his memoir, <b>Remininscences of Catskill, Local Sketches</b><b>,</b> James D. Pinckney wrote that the creek has been known as "Murders Creek" ever since.<br />
In an 1854 newspaper item from the <i>Times and Journal</i>, Oswego, NY, Sally's body was described as mutilated with a broken skull, "but a medical examination proved that the murder was but a sequel to outrage." The implication of a sexual component to the crime, if not the very motive, cannot be dismissed.<br />
In both Pinckney's account and the newspaper item, several citizens near the Hamiltons' house and near the creek, approximately one quarter mile away, reported hearing screaming that night, but the sounds weren't taken seriously and therefore no action was taken.<br />
Mr. Pinckney remembers that several arrests were made, but a man called Kavanaugh was tried. He was acquitted and "drummed out of town, probably as a punishment for his ill-looks, for he had the most villainous countenance I have ever seen." The newspaper item differs on this point: two years later, Patrick Cavanagh confessed to Sally's murder. However, during his trial, he proved himself to be "insane" with no knowledge of the crime.<br />
Several years later, a U. S. soldier named Sickler was indicted for the murder based on the testimony of his comrade-in-arms, a Mr. Lent. Lent described a chain of events in detail. <br />
* Lent, Sickler, and two other soldiers deserted from Greenbush barracks, not far from Albany on the east shore of the Hudson River. (Neither account mentions what became of the purported un-named companions.)<br />
* The men stole a small boat and thereby reached the western shore of the Hudson. <br />
* According to Lent, he and Sickler traveled on foot where, at one point, they passed a village where general military exercises were in progress. <br />
* It was after this that the pair reached Athens. Lent testified that Sickler was the one who seized Sally Hamilton and abused her. Apparently, when she screamed for help, she was killed and her body dragged to a bridge. They pried up a board and threw her body into the water.<br />
* After the murder, the men arrived at Catskill, NY where they spent two nights in a barn before boarding a sloop bound for New York City. <br />
Pinckney wrote in his memoir that the prosecution corroborated Lent's testimony in every detail. <br />
* Testimony from the owners stated that a small boat was stolen from the eastern shore of the Hudson on the night of the desertion. <br />
* A Militia exercise had taken place in Coxsackie, NY on the day Lent claimed. <br />
* Employees of William Brandow of Catskill testified that they saw the two men creeping from the barn before daybreak. <br />
* Curtiss Graham of Catskill, standing in a doorway in town, saw two men resembling the prisoner and the witness hurrying down Main Street. <br />
* Capt. Van Loan testified to two "rough-looking characters" boarding his boat in Catskill as described by Lent. <br />
The result of all this testimony, however, was negated by that of U. S. Military Officers from Greenbush barracks. According to the testimony of the Officers, both Lent and Sickler were present at 9 o'clock PM the night Sally was murdered and present again in the morning at reveille. Due to this testimony, Sickler was acquitted of the murder and released. Lent, though, was convicted of perjury and sentenced for two years at New York State Prison.<br />
Pinckney recalled that both the judge in the case, Wm. W. Van Ness, and the defending attorney, Elisha Williams, believed Lent and Sickler to be guilty of the crime, though he doesn't say how he knew this.<br />
There are problems with both the memoir and the newspaper accounts of this story. Even though he had the help of friends and relatives, Mr. Pinckney was recalling the events after a distance of about fifty years. The same is true with the newspaper item from the <i>Times and Journal</i>; after a local woman disappeared, the events of Sally Hamilton's abduction and death forty years before were recalled.<br />
However, it seems that the case may have been solved after all. Pinckney's friend, and Sally's brother-in-law, Judge Nichols, stated that some years before the memoir was written, Sickler made a full death-bed confession of his role in the murder. How the Judge came to know of this confession isn't mentioned. <br />
Even more telling, however, is the wrtiting of W. A. Coffey. An ex-convict, Coffey, in his 1823 book, <b>Inside out, or an interior view of the New York State Prison, by one who knows</b>, wrote about his experiences while incarcerated.<br />
After a conviction for forgery, Coffey was sent to prison and thrown, horrified and frightened, into a cell with eleven other convicts. One of his cell-mates was Lent, who continued to claim his innocence for perjury. Coffey wrote, "...I beheld myself the secluded companion...and the bed-fellow of a murderer, who had testified to his own guilt;...priding himself on his innocence, although that very innocence, if proved, made him deserving of a gibbet." <br />
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<a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=ksgXAAAAYAAJ&source=gbs_navlinks_s">Inside Out; Or, An Interior View of the New-York State Prison: Together with Biographical Sketches of the Lives of Several of the Convicts</a><br />
W. A. Coffey<br />
Harvard University<br />
J. Costigan, 1823<br />
<a href="http://digital.library.cornell.edu/cgi/t/text/text-idx?c=moamono;idno=pinc0071">Reminiscences of Catskill. Local sketches</a><br />
James D. Pinckney<br />
Ithaca, New York: Cornell University Library<br />
Catskill, N.Y: J.B. Hall, 1868<br />
<i>Times and Journal</i><br />
Oswego, NY<br />
27 Dec 1854<br />
[page number illegible], col 1<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/Slm9wX97VwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-rjLHUbep-4/s1600-h/Times+and+Journal+Oswego+NY+-+27+Dec+1854+c1.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357521870499043074" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/Slm9wX97VwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-rjLHUbep-4/s400/Times+and+Journal+Oswego+NY+-+27+Dec+1854+c1.gif" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 84px;" /></a>Julia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731153056768535220.post-50380697606581767992009-07-07T00:28:00.004-04:002010-03-13T20:58:00.046-05:00Wordless Wednesday: 1905 Caricatures of Cincinnatians<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLRVJGhKSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jsnWez8CWY0/s1600-h/Harry+Appel+-+milliner+-+p7.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355573068047657250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLRVJGhKSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jsnWez8CWY0/s400/Harry+Appel+-+milliner+-+p7.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 313px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLRU_jLLbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nC6EOkzKCyI/s1600-h/Leland+Banning+-+lumber+-+p18.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355573065483496882" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLRU_jLLbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nC6EOkzKCyI/s400/Leland+Banning+-+lumber+-+p18.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 313px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLRUiZqbgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uk-wWCSCKb8/s1600-h/FA+Britton+-+manager+-+p43.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355573057658973698" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLRUiZqbgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uk-wWCSCKb8/s400/FA+Britton+-+manager+-+p43.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 313px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLRUac0QuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dTSdvUWKesM/s1600-h/PJ+Cadwalader+-+lawyer+-+p56.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355573055524717282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLRUac0QuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dTSdvUWKesM/s400/PJ+Cadwalader+-+lawyer+-+p56.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 313px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLQzbMx3nI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qldeqX6Tz5o/s1600-h/GW+Drach+-+architect+-+116.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355572488790204018" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLQzbMx3nI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qldeqX6Tz5o/s400/GW+Drach+-+architect+-+116.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 313px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLQzO2QfNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-VfgaELSbak/s1600-h/AE+Emminger+-+dentist+-+p132.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355572485474516178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLQzO2QfNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-VfgaELSbak/s400/AE+Emminger+-+dentist+-+p132.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 313px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLQy6dDvwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZmLfsIbj-eY/s1600-h/AN+Fries+-+laundry+-+153.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355572480000114434" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLQy6dDvwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZmLfsIbj-eY/s400/AN+Fries+-+laundry+-+153.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 313px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLQylbWRWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KqmB5d3SuW8/s1600-h/AM+Jordan+-+optician+-+p239.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355572474355795298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLQylbWRWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KqmB5d3SuW8/s400/AM+Jordan+-+optician+-+p239.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 313px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLQybuckeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6BW11HEAFZE/s1600-h/Vivian+Harcourt+-+accoutant+-+p192.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355572471751545314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLQybuckeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6BW11HEAFZE/s400/Vivian+Harcourt+-+accoutant+-+p192.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 313px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLP8MxoSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/OCFb_6PwKw8/s1600-h/Henkel+%26+Sullivan+-+contractors+-+p204.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355571540025428354" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLP8MxoSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/OCFb_6PwKw8/s400/Henkel+%26+Sullivan+-+contractors+-+p204.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 313px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLP72DvtoI/AAAAAAAAAH0/oKq9kEMMRPE/s1600-h/NDC+Hodges+-+librarian+-+p215.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355571533927396994" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLP72DvtoI/AAAAAAAAAH0/oKq9kEMMRPE/s400/NDC+Hodges+-+librarian+-+p215.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 313px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLP7gQF6YI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Ihm1S67B0hw/s1600-h/Ren+Mulford+Jr+-+sports+writer+-+p308.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355571528073603458" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLP7gQF6YI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Ihm1S67B0hw/s400/Ren+Mulford+Jr+-+sports+writer+-+p308.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 313px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLP7SeIelI/AAAAAAAAAHk/BkcDIYnPm8A/s1600-h/John+Ryling+-+awnings+-+p364.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355571524374395474" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLP7SeIelI/AAAAAAAAAHk/BkcDIYnPm8A/s400/John+Ryling+-+awnings+-+p364.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 313px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLP7Jp6OUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ApooQKob5m0/s1600-h/WS+Teasdale+-+cleaning+-+p406.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355571522007873858" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlLP7Jp6OUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ApooQKob5m0/s400/WS+Teasdale+-+cleaning+-+p406.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 313px;" /></a><br />
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<div align="left"><span style="font-size: 78%;">...and many more!</span></div><div align="left"><b><i><a href="http://www.archive.org/details/galleryofpensket00bush"><span style="font-size: 78%;">A gallery of pen sketches in black and white of "Cincinnatians as we see 'em"</span></a></i></b><br />
<align><span style="font-size: 78%;">by Bushnell, E. A; McNeill, Angus; Newspaper Cartoonists Association of Cincinnati</span><br />
<align><span style="font-size: 78%;">A. McNeill</span><span style="font-size: 78%;">; Cincinnati; </span><span style="font-size: 78%;">1905</span><span style="font-size: 78%;"><br />
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</span></align></align></div>Julia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731153056768535220.post-37536675734285356252009-07-05T21:52:00.003-04:002010-03-07T15:57:19.530-05:00Black Sheep Sunday: Execution of a Deserter in 1814<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlFaN3R9w8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/_xo35xsLXMY/s1600-h/execution+of+a+deserter+at+Greenbush+p383.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355160626144330690" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlFaN3R9w8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/_xo35xsLXMY/s400/execution+of+a+deserter+at+Greenbush+p383.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 78%;">"The United States cantonment, now in ruins, was erected here during the</span><span style="font-size: 78%;">late war, on a commanding eminence 2 miles SSE. of Albany. It consisted of very extensive wooden barracks for soldiers, officers’ quarters, &c., &c., calculated for the accommodation in winter quarters of 5,000 men."<br />
<b><a href="http://cdl.library.cornell.edu/cgi-bin/moa/moa-cgi?notisid=ANW1475">Historical collections of the state of New York...,</a></b> by John Warner Barber, p383</span></div>I found several versions of this account in books and on a website, "<a href="http://history.rays-place.com/ny/ren-greenbush-ny.htm">History of Greenbush, New York</a>". There are only slight changes between the versions. The events take place in 1814 during the War of 1812. The details may provide insight into the executions of other military men in U. S. genealogical history.<br />
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The writer is unidentified except to say that he was a Surgeon stationed at Greenbush Barracks 1812-1814. The Commander is identied only as "Col. L___". The executed deserter is completely unidentified. In spite of the vaugue attribution, the following supposed eye-witness account of the execution of a deserter from the Greenbush Barracks is vivid and may be difficult for some readers.<br />
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Here, the author is writing about the details of military discipline:<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlFaNsGmVNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/pWL5MDdHHX8/s1600-h/p73.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355160623143867602" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlFaNsGmVNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/pWL5MDdHHX8/s400/p73.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 280px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlFaM4byBQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1LkxBpstox0/s1600-h/p74.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355160609274070274" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlFaM4byBQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1LkxBpstox0/s400/p74.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 358px;" /></a><br />
<div align="center"><a href="http://books.google.com/books/download/The_Book_of_peace.pdf?id=aZmjmYTtZAgC&hl=en&capid=AFLRE70xI3MB2bKmI_7gAbD7L9fHs_hC5KNjF2Rwgko3gFzS-h82PitXAAuDUyCBkl9RDpC_TjGo__ZNINoPTxhAP_CiG8ou0Q"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><b>The Book of Peace</b>,</span></a><span style="font-size: 78%;"> by George Cone Beckwith, American Peace Society</span></div>This last sentence is from another version of this account:<br />
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<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlFaLQ0GS6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Rb4Q_RaC1LU/s1600-h/p385+-+last+sentence.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355160581458774946" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SlFaLQ0GS6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Rb4Q_RaC1LU/s400/p385+-+last+sentence.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 56px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 78%;"><b><a href="http://cdl.library.cornell.edu/cgi-bin/moa/moa-cgi?notisid=ANW1475">Historical collections of the state of New York...,</a></b> by John Warner Barber, p383</span></div><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><b>TRANSCRIPT</b> [taken from the <a href="http://cdl.library.cornell.edu/cgi-bin/moa/moa-cgi?notisid=ANW1475">Historical Collections of the State of New York...</a> account]:</span><br />
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<i>"In 1814, I was stationed with a detachment of United States troops at Greenbush, in the state of New York. One morning several prisoners, confined in the provost guardhouse, were brought out to hear the sentence which a court-martial had annexed to their delinquencies read on parade. Their appearance indicated that their lot had already been sufficiently hard. Some wore marks of long confinement, and on all, the severity of the prison-house had enstamped its impression. They looked dejected at this public exposure, and anxious to learn their fate. I had never seen the face of any of them before, and only knew that a single one of them had been adjudged to death. Soon as their names were called and their sentences announced, I discerned by his agony and gestures the miserable man on whom that sentence was to fall; a man in the bloom of youth and the fulness of health and vigor.</i><i><br />
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</i><i>"Prompted by feelings of sympathy, I called next morning to see him in prison. There, chained by the leg to the beam of the guard-house, he was reading the bible[sic - Bible], trying to prepare himself, as he said, for the fatal hour. I learned from him the circumstances of his case. He was the father of a family; having a wife and three young children, thirty or forty miles distant from the camp. His crime was desertion, of which he had been three times guilty. His only object in leaving the camp, in the last instance, was to visit his wife and children. Having seen that all was well with them, it was his intention to return. But whatever was his intention, he was a deserter, and as such taken and brought into the camp; manacled, and under the guard of his fellow-soldiers. The time between the sentence and its execution was brief; the authority in whom alone was vested the power of reprieve or pardon, distant. Thus he had no hope, and only requested the attendance of a minister of the gospel, and permission to see his wife and children. The first part of his request was granted, but whether he was permitted or not to see his family, I do not now remember.</i><i><br />
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<i>"Dreading the hour of his execution, I resolved, if possible, to avoid being present at the scene. But the commander of the post, Col. L—, sent me an express order to attend, that agreeably to the usages of the army I might, in my official capacity of surgeon, see the sentence fully executed. </i><i><br />
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</i><i>"The poor fellow was taken from the guard-house to be escorted to the fatal spot. Before him was his coffin; a box of rough pine boards—borne on the shoulders of two men. The prisoner stood with his arms pinioned, between two clergymen; a white cotton gown, or windingsheet, reached to his feet. It was trimmed with black, and had attached to it over ihe place of the real heart, the black image of a heart; the mark at which the executioners were to aim. On his head was a cap of white, also trimmed with black. His countenance was blanched to the hue of his winding.sheet, and his frame trembled with agony. He seemed resolved, however, to suffer like a soldier. Behind him were a number of pris0ners, confined for various offences; next to them was a strong guard of soldiers, with fixed bayonets and loaded muskets. My station was in the rear of the whole. </i><i><br />
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</i><i>"Our procession thus formed, and with much feeling and in low voices on the part of the officers, we moved forward with slow and measured steps to the tune of the death march, (Roslin Castle,) played with muffled drums and mourning fifes. The scene was solemn beyond the powers of description. A man in the vigor of life walking to his grave; to the tune of his own death-march, clothed in his burial robes, surrounded by friends assembled to perform the last sad offices of affection, and to weep over him in the last sad hour: no, not by these, but by soldiers with bristling bayonets and loaded muskets, urged by stern command to do the violence of death to a fellow-soldier; as he surveys the niultitude, he beholds no look of tenderness, no tear of sensibility; he hears no plaint of grief; all, all is stern as the iron rigor of the law which decrees his death. </i><i><br />
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</i><i>"....Amid reflections like these, we arrived at the place of execution, a large open field, in whose centre a heap of earth, freshly thrown up, marked the spot of the deserter’s grave. On this field the whole force then at the cantonment, amounting to many hundred men, was drawn up in the form of a hollow square, with the side beyond the grave vacant. The executioners, eight in number, had been drawn by lot. No soldier would volunteer for such a duty. Their muskets had been charged by the officer of the day; seven of them with ball, the eighth with powder alone. Thus prepared they were placed together, and each executioner takes his choice. Thus each may believe that he has the blank cartridge, and therefore has no hand in the death of his brother soldier; striking indications of the nature of the service. </i><i><br />
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</i><i>"The coffin was placed parallel with the grave, and about two feet distant. In the intervening space the prisoner was directed to stand. He desired permission to say a word to his fellow-soldiers; and thus standing between his coffin and his grave, warned them against desertion, continuing to speak until the officer on duty, with his watch in his hand, announced to him in a low voice, ‘Two o’clock, your last moment is at hand; you must kneel upon your coffin.’ This done, the officer drew down the white cap, so as to cover the eyes and most of the face of the prisoner—still continuing to speak in a hurried, loud and agitated voice. The kneeling was the signal for the executioners to advance. They had before, to avoid being distinguished by the prisoner, stood intermingled with the soldiers who formed the line. They now came forward, marching abreast, and took their stand a little to the left, about two rods distant from their living mark. The officer raised his sword. At this signal, the executioners took aim. He then gave a blow on a drum which was at hand; the executioners all fired at the same instant. The miserable man, with a horrid scream, leaped from the earth, and fell between his coffin and his grave. The sergeant of the guard, a moment after, shot him through the head with a musket reserved for this purpose in case the executioners failed to produce instant death. The sergeant, from motives of humanity, held the muzzle of his musket near the head; so near that the cap took fire; and there the body lay upon the face; the head emitting the mingled fumes of burning cotton and burning hair. O war, dreadful even in thy tenderness; horrible even in thy compassion!</i><i><br />
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</i><i>"I was desired to perform my part of the ceremony; and placing my hand where just before the pulse beat full, and the life flowed warm, and finding no symptom of either, I affirmed, he is dead. The line then marched by the body, as it lay upon the earth, the head still smoking; that every man might behold for himself the fate of a deserter. </i><i><br />
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</i><i>"Thus far, all had been dreadful indeed, but solemn, as it became the sending of a spirit to its dread account; but now the scene changes. The whole band struck up, and with uncommon animation, our national air (Yankee Doodle,) and to its lively measures we were hurried back to our parade ground. Having been dismissed, the commander of the post sent an invitation to all the officers to meet at his quarters, whither we repaired, and were treated to a glass of gin and water. Thus this melancholy tragedy ended in what seemed little better than a farce; a fair specimen, the former of the dread severity—the latter of the moral sensibilities which prevail in the camp."</i>Julia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731153056768535220.post-58675009077503077672009-06-30T05:22:00.003-04:002010-03-07T15:52:51.142-05:00Wordless Wednesday: Fitness in America<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SknZvMYgasI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0JtxxWxmAYU/s1600-h/Velocipede+tobacco+-+bicycle+post.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353049036907637442" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SknZvMYgasI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0JtxxWxmAYU/s400/Velocipede+tobacco+-+bicycle+post.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 215px;" /></a><br />
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<a href="http://hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/cph.3g04307"><span style="font-size: 78%;">Velocipede tobacco</span></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">Manufactured by Harris, Beebe & Co. Qunicy, Ill. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">The Hatch Lith. Co. 32 & 34 Vesey St. N.Y.; c1874</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">REPOSITORY: </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division Washington, D.C. 20540 USA </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 78%;"><a href="http://cdl.library.cornell.edu/cgi-bin/moa/moa-cgi?notisid=ABP2287-0050&byte=52067199">Ivory Soap advertisement</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">The Century / Volume 50, Issue 6, Page 1066</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">Publisher: The Century Company Publication; Date: Oct 1895</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">Making of America Collection, Cornell University Library</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 78%;">Electro-Vigor advertisement</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">The San Francisco Call</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">San Francisco, California</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">Sunday, 7 Jan 1906</span><br />
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He claimed his name was Acharat and that his parents were a Christian Prince and Princess of the Anatolian Christian Kingdom of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trebizond">Trebizond</a>, who left him orphaned. He was raised by the Grand Master of the Knights of Malta, Althotas who gave him the name of Cagliostro.</p><p>At age twelve, Althotas took the boy with him on a grand journey into Arabia. Acharat claimed to have lived for three years in Mecca, in the palace of the Cherif, then wandered another three years in Egypt, Africa, and Asia. Upon arriving in Malta, he was initiated by Althotas into the ancient esoteric mysteries of the Knights. After Althotas' death, Cagliostro traveled in Greece, Sicily, and finally Rome. </p><p>On April 20, 1768, while still living in Rome, he married the beautiful fourteen year old Lorenza Seraphina Feliciani. Seraphina's parents were offended by Cagliostro's crudely lustful ways and would not allow the couple to stay with them. They set off on their own, parleying Cagliostro's winning charm and Seraphina's beauty and sexuality into steps up the social ladder.</p><p>For about 30 years, Alessandro, Count di Cagliostro traveled throughout Europe, selling potions, amulets, seances, and his mystic, psychic gifts to the wealthy and noble. Because the Egyptian Masonic movement tied in so handily with his growing reputation as a occultist, he advocated the society and founded several branches. He became very rich with his activities, living lavishly in Paris. In a city known for the elaborate decoration of it's civic and royal dwellings, Cagliostro's 1785 home left an impression.</p><p>Unfortunately for him, a political scandal surfaced in which he was implicated, the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affair_of_the_Diamond_Necklace">Affair of the Diamond Necklace</a>. He was arrested August 23, 1785. After spending nine months in the Bastille, he was acquitted, but pointedly told to leave France, partly from his flirtatious behavior and partly because of the background that came to light.</p><p>In preparation for this trial, his past was researched by Goethe of Weimar himself, who wrote in his <em>Italian Journey</em>, that Cagliostro's identification as Giuseppe Balsamo was made by a lawyer from Palermo who provided copies of pertinent documents. In 1787, Goethe interviewed Balsamo's mother and sister. Afterward, he called all of the Count's claims, "silly fairy-tales". From the research, it seems that Cagliostro wasn't titled or even a Trebizondian citizen.</p><p>He was born Giuseppe Balsamo in Palermo, Sicily in the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/okthomassen/3585427708/">Albergheria</a> or Jewish Quarter, on 8 June 1743.<strong>* </strong> His family struggled with money, but tried to provide their son with a good education. He was tutored, then placed as a novice in the Catholic Order of St. John of God. However, with his habit of being expelled from every school he attended, he never completed an formal education.</p><p>Instead, he joined vagabond bands of highwaymen, bilking, stealing, and assaulting his way through his teens. He was jailed several times, gaining a notorious reputation in the process.</p><p>Balsamo fled Sicily and actually did go to Malta where he joined the Sovereign Military Order of Malta and also became a skilled pharmacist. This background gave him the skills he needed to ply his mysticism and elixir trade through Europe. He was fortunate enough to meet other rogues along the way that added to his resume with forgery skills and helped him increase his charismatic manipulation of his wealthy marks.</p><p> In 1769, Giuseppe and Serafina Balsamo even tried to dupe the ultimate manipulator, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giacomo_Casanova">Giacomo Girolamo Casanova</a>, as the seducer documented in his diary. However, he recognized that they weren't the pious pilgrims they claimed to be, gave them some alms, and sent them on their way. Since Casanova was recovering from pneumonia at the time, it gave him an uncharacteristic will to resist Seraphina's sexual advances.</p><p>In 1776, the couple was now the Count and Countess Cagliostro with nowhere to go but up. Between then and 1786, they traveled, claiming to be physicians and the discovers of an elixir that stopped aging. Balsamo claimed to be adept in magic and alchemy. It seemed that wealthy European royalty couldn't enrich the Balsamos fast enough.</p><p>On a 1789 trip to Rome, as the mystic attempted to found yet another Egyptian Freemasonry group under the Pope's nose, he was arrested on 27 December 1789 as part of an inquisition on Freemasonry. He was sentenced to death for being a Mason. Although the sentence was commuted to life imprisonment by the Pope, he lived only until 26 August 1795.</p><p>There are two paths of thought in the history of Alessandro, Count di Cagliostro. One believes that he was extraordinary medium who was misunderstood, libeled, and betrayed. They offer a sympathetic view of the man as a martyr to Masonry and deny that he was Giuseppe Balsamo. The other camp considers him a consummate con artist, a quack's quack, capable of great hypnotic charm and quick violence, who was the re-packaged Giuseppe Balsamo.</p><p>*<span style="font-size:85%;"> <em>Balsamo's great grandfather was Matteo Martello. Martello had two daughters, Vincenza (married Giuseppe Cagliostro from whom Balsamo would "borrow" his surname), and Maria (married Giuseppe Bracconeri). Maria had three children: Matteo, Antonia, and Felicitá. Felicitá married Pietro Balsamo, son of bookseller Antonino Balsamo. Before Pietro died bankrupt at age 44, they had son Giuseppe Balsamo and a daughter, "Signora Capitummino". The Signora had two daughters and a son. Felicitá was still alive in Palermo in 1787 when Gothe visited her.</em></span></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SkdxJ9d87zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Zk194FvnO70/s1600-h/clipping.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 63px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SkdxJ9d87zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Zk194FvnO70/s400/clipping.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352371098086076210" /></a></p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">The Washington Post<br /></span></em><span style="font-size:85%;">Monday, February 12, 1910</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">page 4, col 3</span><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Transcription:</strong></span></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">KING OF ALL FAKERS<br />------------------------------------------------------------------<br />Cagilostro Asserted He Was Present At Crucifiction<br />------------------------------------------------------------------<br />DUPED The WHOLE WORLD<br />------------------------------------------------------------------<br />Spurious Count Became Fabulously Wealthy Through Sale of Elixir of Youth--Performed Many "Miracles"--Actually Did Foretell Fall of Bastile--Sentenced to Prison by Pope.<br /><br />From the New York Evening World.<br />------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />"A liar of the first magnitude. Thoroughpaced in all the provinces of lying. What one may call the King of Liars."<br /><br />Thus wrote grim old Thomas Carlyle. And the victim on whom he showered such abuse was Count Alessandro di Cagliostro, master of a thousand brilliant fakes. Even the man's high-sounding name was a fake. He was really Giuseppe Balsama, a Sicilian peasant's son. <br /><br />Cagilostro as a mere child was expelled from the local charity school for some abominable bit of mischief. Next he went into a Palermo monastery where h found work in the monk's apothecary shop. There he showed a positive genius for medicine and soon knew more about chemistry and the use of drugs than did any one else in the whole brotherhood. Incidently he learned a few tricks, too, a few great truths that always proved invaluable to doctors and showmen alike. He found out that many people trust physicians as they trust no one else. Also that a large percentage of the public are really fooled by any nonsense that is cleaver enough to attract them. On these teo human failings the lad built his future career of gigantic swindling.<br />---------------------------------------------------------------<br />Sold Mythical Treasure<br />---------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />So when a feat of audacious blasphemy on his part led the monks to kick him out, Cagilostro was quite ready to start upon his career. To provide himself with ready money for a tour of Italy, he tricked a rich Sicilian into buying from him at a large price, the secret of a treasure cave that did not exist. Driven out of Sicily, he wandered through Europe and the orient perfecting himself in the best art of all the fakers he met on the way and swindling every simple minded traveler he met. Then with a gloriously beautiful young girl whom ha had married in Rome, he launched forth as the discoverer of a miraculous liquor which he asserted would prolong life and restore youth. Pointing to his lovely young wife he related that she had recently been a whithered old crone of 80 and had been made a girl again by one draught of wine of Eygpt.<br /><br />He himself he said had already lived for 2,000 years by constantly drinking this wine. He told as an eyewitness about events that had happened many centuries before and described the spiritual marriage feast at Canna in Galilee at which, he said he had been an honored guest. He also declared he had been present at the Cricifixion, and he used to burst into reminiscent tears at the sight of a crucifix. <br />---------------------------------------------------------------<br />Traveled in Gilded Chariot<br />---------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />People listened greedily to Cagliostro's absurd lies. Through the sale of his wine of Egypt, he grew fabulously rich. He traveled from place to place in a gilded chariot with a retinue of servants. Princes and other notables vied with one another to do him honor. He speedily became one of the foremost men of Europe. Not content with claiming to have discovered the secret of perpetual life, Cagliostro proceeded to found a sort of masonic order with himself as its high priest. Thousands of people in all stations of life joined the cult and the man's wealth and fame still further increased. He next obtained favor and more money by establishing Masonic lodges for women.<br /><br />Not were these the greatest of Cagliostro's impostures. He claimed to be of semidivine birth, said he had power of rendering himself invisible and added the information that he could not only make diamonds and other precious stones but could transform all metals into gold. The wonder was less that he should make such assertions than that nearly all _____ should believe him. By clever spiritualistic seances he apparently raised the ghosts of the great dead. He persuaded some of the craftiest noblemen of the day that they had actually seen him make diamonds and turn iron bars into gold nuggests. He was a brilliant hypnotist, too, at an age when hypnotism was thought to be a miraculous power.<br />--------------------------------------------------------------<br />Foretold Fall of Bastile<br />--------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />He went to Paris. There his vast charities made him popular. His boundless wealth backed his assertion that he could make gold. The neat, hand made miracles that he performed astounded the wisest Frenchmen. Prince Cardinal de Rohan, grand almoner of France and shrewdest of statesmen was utterly hood winked by him. In fact, Cagliostro has always been suspected of using the Cardinal as a dupe of the famous--or infamous--affair of the queen's necklace. As a matter of fact, some of the miracles performed by the archfaker still defy detection. He foretold many great events that actually occured. He readily announced the lucky numbers of the government lotteries. When temporarily locked in the Bastile prison in 1786 on suspicion of having shared Rohan's supposed guilt in the theft of the diamond necklace, he wrote on his cell wall "The Bastile shall be destroyed and the people shall dance on the [site?]". In three years his prophecy was fulfilled.<br /><br />After a luxurious life in Paris, Cagliostro went to Rome. There the Pope condemned him to life imprisonment as an enemy to the Christian religion. He died in his cell August 26, 1795 having for years duped the whole world. </span></em><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></p><p>The depths of Balsamo's outrageous behavior and claims are only hinted at here. For more information, pro and con, consult the above newspaper article about him and the links below. </p><p><strong>Internet articles:</strong></p><p>This article on Cagliostro has an extensive bibliography: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alessandro_Cagliostro">Wikipedia</a></p><p><a href="http://www.themystica.com/mystica/articles/c/cagliostro.html">Alessandro, Count di Cagliostro</a></p><p><a href="http://www.djmcadam.com/cagliostro-tarot.html">Cagliostro</a></p><p><a href="http://www.wisdomworld.org/setting/cagliostro.html">Great Theosophists: Cagliostro</a></p><p>The aptly named: <a href="http://www.wilsonsalmanac.com/count_cagliostro.html">Count Cogliostro[sic]: Alchemist who could turn people into gold</a></p><p><strong>Downloadable book:</strong></p><p><a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=AEsDAAAAYAAJ">The Life of Joseph Balsamo, Commonly Called Count Cagliostro</a> [1791]</p><strong>Engraving of Joseph Balsamo [Giuseppe Balsamo]:</strong><br />Frontpiece [no artist or engraver attributed, undated],<br /><strong>The Life of Joseph Balsamo, Commonly Called Count Cagliostro</strong>Barberi, Alessandro Cagliostro, Apostolic Chamber, Catholic Church. Camera Apostolica<br />C. & C. Kearsley, 1791<br /><p><strong>30 June 2009 Addendum added:</strong></p><p>- Some dates corrected.<br /></p><p>- Additional tidbits were found:<br /></p>- This is the only mention of any possible children of The Balsamos that I've found, so far:<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">It is said, though with what truth cannot be stated, that "she occasionally spoke of a son who was a captain in the service of the dutch government."</span><br /><p><a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=Ke00AAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&dq=Cagliostro&lr=">Cagliostro</a>, By William Rutherford Hayes Trowbridge, page 205.<br /></p><strong>- </strong>What became of Seraphina? Around the time in 1789 when Balsamos was condemned to death, then had his sentence commuted to life imprisonment, "<span style="font-style:italic;">His wife was shut up in a convent, and died soon after."</span><br /><p><a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=mGhCAAAAIAAJ&pg=PA78&dq=Cagliostro&lr=">The Secret Societies of All Ages and Countries</a> By Charles William Heckethorn, page 79.</p><p><strong>- </strong>Additional genealogical details of Giuseppe Balsamo's Palermo family was found in </p><p><a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=dYOTwNLDV7EC&printsec=frontcover&dq=Cagliostro&lr=">Count Cagliostro: An Authentic Story of a Mysterious Life</a> By Constantin Photiades on page 58. </p>Julia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731153056768535220.post-40463603875458272762009-06-21T20:44:00.000-04:002009-06-21T20:48:59.557-04:00Wordless Wednesday: Barbara Jean Everett & Sibling-ettes, 19 Dec 1957, Miami<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/Sj7UbCN3ClI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8Yoq71zmWxo/s1600-h/Julia,+Barbara,+%26+Walter+Everett,+siblings,+December+1957,+Little+River,+Florida.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/Sj7UbCN3ClI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8Yoq71zmWxo/s400/Julia,+Barbara,+%26+Walter+Everett,+siblings,+December+1957,+Little+River,+Florida.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349946968279288402" /></a><br /></p><p align="center"><em>Please contact me.</em></p>Julia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731153056768535220.post-58179446428709869812009-06-21T19:46:00.004-04:002010-03-07T16:05:20.016-05:00Black Sheep Sunday: Just Another Day in Brooklyn<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/Sj7Gtv3oiCI/AAAAAAAAADg/oGb0_ILiud4/s1600-h/banner.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349931896608950306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/Sj7Gtv3oiCI/AAAAAAAAADg/oGb0_ILiud4/s400/banner.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 44px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">The Brooklyn Daily Eagle</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Brooklyn, NY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Tuesday, June 28, 1853</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">one cent.</span><br />
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HOUSE BREAKING AND ROBBERY. [p 3, col 1]<br />
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Last evening, about 9 o'clock, during the severe rain shower, the house 112 Henry street, occupied by Mr. George COGGESHALL, was entered by a thief or thieves by the way of the back piazza, and sundry things stolen therefrom. Among others a valuable shawl was taken. This depradation was committed while the family were in the parlor below. The thieves had the precaution to lock the doors, and decamped by the same way they came in before the family retired to rest.<br />
ALLEGED BIGAMY [p2, col 2]<br />
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A man named John ALDSWORTH, formerly of Boston, was on Saturday arrested by Constable MUNDELL, on the charge of bigamy prefered by his first wife, who came on here from that city. It is alleged that he was married to a girl in this city [Brooklyn, NY] some months since with whom he lived up to the time of his arrest. He was held for examination.<br />
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RIOTOUS PROCEEDINGS IN THE EIGHTH WARD. [p2, col 2]<br />
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On Saturday evening some of the officers recently appointed in this ward to preserve the peace of the Sabbath, heard a disturbance in a house in Eighteenth street. They entered for the purpose of stopping violence when the fury of the party was turned upon them, and they were driven into the street. There over a hundred others joined in the melee, and another officer from the fourth district police came to the assistance of the attacked, and made captive one who appeared to be the ringleader of the mob; he was attacked in turn and the prisoner rescued. These officers then had to beat a retreat to Twenty First street, to which point they were persued, and made their escape without any prisoners.<br />
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ASSAULT UPON OFFICERS. [p2, col 3]<br />
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On Saturday morning officers FROST and MCLAUGHLIN, while proceeding to search some apartments in a house in State street, on the authority of a warrant issued by Justice SMITH, were attacked by one of the occupants of the premises, named John SHANNON, and considerably beaten. Some half a dozen women held the officers while SHANNON pummeled them. He was eventually arrested, however, and locked up.<br />
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RUFFIANLY ASSAULT. [p2, col 1]<br />
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Yesterday a lad, by the name of Michael KELLY, who is employes[sic] on board of the Kinckerbocker steamboat that runs up the East River and Long Island to Norwich, Connecticut, was the victim of a ruffianly assault, committed by a colored[sic] man, known as CHARLEY, who is employed on board of the same steamboat, as an under cook. It appears that the boy KELLY had been in the cookhouse, and had taken some peas out of a plate, which was seen by the cook, who attempted to snatch the plate out of his hand. A scuffle ensued, during which the colored under cook laid hold of an axe and inflicted a blow across the eyelid of KELLY. The latter was conveyed to the Hospital, and the colored fellow ran off from the dock at the foot of Cortland street, where the steamboat lay, and has not since been heard of. It is supposed by Dr. MCCOMB, who attends the case, that KELLY will lose the sight of his eye.Julia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731153056768535220.post-39865774257179625472009-06-17T13:27:00.003-04:002010-03-07T15:42:43.688-05:00Wordless Wedesday: Fashion - Headwear Critiques<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/Sjk_cUEo3cI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NwNRFgrX3B4/s1600-h/Punchinello+hairnet+cartoon+-+higher+res.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348375788136226242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/Sjk_cUEo3cI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NwNRFgrX3B4/s400/Punchinello+hairnet+cartoon+-+higher+res.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 274px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/Sjkp2zbhiyI/AAAAAAAAADA/4aQG2VjMK4M/s1600-h/Modes+%26+manners+19th+C+vol+1+-+hats+1810.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348352053974502178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/Sjkp2zbhiyI/AAAAAAAAADA/4aQG2VjMK4M/s400/Modes+%26+manners+19th+C+vol+1+-+hats+1810.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 284px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<i><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />
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</span><i><span style="font-size: 85%;"><b>Punchinello</b> [magazine]<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Volume 2, Issue 36</span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Punchinello Pub. Co. Publication </span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: 85%;">New York</span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dec. 3, 1870<br />
</span></i><span style="font-size: 85%;">p 152 </span><span style="font-size: 85%;">[artist un-named]<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Transcription: "Fashion correspondants report that "nets are to be worn much longer." Punchinello suggests, then, that they might be profitably adapted for catching fish as well as beaux." </span><br />
<div align="left"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Available for download at:<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Cornell University Library<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><i>Making of America</i><br />
</span><span style="font-size: 85%;">http://cdl.library.cornell.edu/cgi-bin/moa/moa-cgi?notisid=AEZ8069-0002&byte=15177292</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><i><b>Modes & manners of the nineteenth century, as represented in the pictures and engravings of the time, Vol. 1. 1790-1817.<br />
</b></i></span><i><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fischel, Oskar, 1870-1939; Boehn, Max von, 1860-1932; Translated by M. Edwardes; Introduction by Grace Rhys<br />
Publisher: London : J. M. Dent & Co.; New York: E. P. Dutton & Co.<br />
1909<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 85%;">"The Hats of 1810</span></i><span style="font-size: 85%;">"<br />
</span><i><span style="font-size: 85%;">Haller v. Hallerstein<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 85%;">p 118</span></i></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Available for download at:<br />
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</span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><i>Texts<br />
</i></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">http://www.archive.org/details/modesmannersofni00fiscuoft</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><i><b>Modes & manners of the nineteenth century, as represented in the pictures and engravings of the time, Vol. 2. 1818-1842.</b></i></span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><i><br />
</i></span><i><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fischel, Oskar, 1870-1939; Boehn, Max von, 1860-1932; Translated by M. Edwardes; Introduction by Grace Rhys<br />
Publisher: London : J. M. Dent & Co.; New York: E. P. Dutton & Co.<br />
1909<br />
"Chapellerie"<br />
Grandville<br />
Page heading: Nineteenth Century<br />
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<div align="center"><i><span style="font-size: 85%;">Captain Kidd and his crew capture a merchant vessel. </span></i></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 78%;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: 100%;">From </span><b>A History of the City of Brooklyn and Kings County, Vol 1. </b><span style="font-size: 100%;">page 146-152:</span></div>During this period a system of privateering came into vogue, which in a great measure received encouragement from the authorities. The entire coast was infested by daring buccaneers and pirates, who plundered the shipping, making serious depredations upon the commerce of the country. The province suffered greatly from these freebooters, and, although complaint was made from time to time to the constituted authorities, no redress or protection was received. The officials themselves were corrupt, and participated in the profits derived from the nefarious and infamous business. Governor Fletcher fell under strong suspicion of complicity. Legitimate trade was destroyed, and many embarked in the new calling who under other circumstances could not have been induced to pollute themselves by engaging in so vile a traffic.<br />
The English government at last became alarmed. Trade was suspended and merchants were afraid to send their vessels and wares over the ocean. They were unwilling to risk their property in so dangerous and hazardous an enterprise. It became necessary to adopt active means to suppress piracy. The Governor could not be trusted, and, in order to break up this evil, Governor Fletcher was recalled in 1695, and Lord Bellomont appointed in his stead.<br />
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Lord Bellomont did not enter upon the discharge of his duties until 1698. He was a man of quick perception, and was convinced that active measures were necessary. To carry out his views he urged the Government to equip an armed naval force to cruise in the western waters and capture the human sharks who were pillaging vessels and destroying the commerce of the nation. England at that time was engaged in a war with France, and had not the means or equipments to respond to the appeal. She required all her naval vessels to defend herself against her neighbor. Bellomont was determined to accomplish his laudable undertaking to destroy piracy in American waters, and, as he could receive no aid from the Crown, resolved to organize a stock company for the purpose. He was encouraged in his effort by the King, who approved the plan, and, with the Duke of Shrewsbury and others of the nobility, became a shareholder in the company thus formed. The object of the company was to build and man vessels to capture the pirates. A sum of money amounting to about $30,000 was raised. A fine and strong vessel called the <i>Adventure Galley</i> was placed in commission. She carried sixty sailors and mounted thirty guns.<br />
Captain William Kidd, a bold and adventurous officer, was placed in command of the ship thus equipped. In order to encourage him in his labor, it was provided that his share in the enterprise should be one fifth of the proceeds. He was a man of large experience, having been engaged in the West Indian and New York trade for many years, and having at various times been employed as captain of packet ships. His experience and knowledge of the coast preeminently fitted him for the undertaking. He had lived in New York a long time, owned considerable property, and was looked upon as a man in every way worthy to discharge the duties assigned him. Bellomont and Robert Livingston had the utmost confidence in him, and gave him a warm recommendation for the position. He married a lady of high social rank in New York, and was privileged to move in the best circles of the city.<br />
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The vessel sailed under flattering auspices in April, 1699, from Plymouth, England, for New York. Arriving at the latter port, Captain Kidd shipped ninety additional men, and proceeded to the Indian seas in search of pirates. Kidd soon found that his own seamen sympathized with the buccaneers, and were far from unwilling to assume the role of pirates. It will never be known what arguments induced him to turn aside from the path of duty, and join the band of pirates he was sent to destroy. The fact is that he was led to abandon his enterprise, and became the most daring and bold robber on the sea that ever trod the quarter deck. Reckless and energetic, he soon enriched himself with booty taken from merchantmen upon the high seas. It is said that he would often return to the shores of New York and Long Island, and bury his ill-gotten gains for future use.<br />
Kidd not only buried treasure on Long Island, but, if romantic traditions are to be believed, visited the island under certain sentimental conditions. He is credited with having made early visits to Bushwick in attendance upon a pretty young woman whose family resided in that region, and with having sought hospitality at the “Kiekout,” on the way to and from the home of the lady.<br />
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Even after the character of his undertakings became known, Kidd ventured to return to Long Island. After capturing a large frigate he landed at Gardiner’s Island, and buried a quantity of treasure. After dividing some of the ill-gotten gains with his crew, he discharged them, and went to Boston to reside, under an assumed name, hoping that he would not be discovered. In this expectation he made a great mistake. A man like him could not pass long unnoticed. His past career rendered his detection sure. Bellomont was in Boston attending to certain affairs of state, and, meeting Kidd in the street, at once recognized him, and speedily caused his arrest. It was a proud and happy day for Bellomont, and proved to be a crowning effort in his life. His wish was accomplished! He had found and with his own hand arrested the notorious pirate. The prisoner was at once sent to England on a charge of murder and piracy, was tried, found guilty, and sentenced to death, and executed on the 12th of May, 1701. Kidd’s family continued to reside in New York, feeling keenly the disgrace which had been brought uponthem. 1<br />
Diligent search was now made for his buried treasures. A large quantity of valuable jewels and gold and silver was found at Gardiner’s Island. The excitement on the subject became intense. Bellomont and Livingston, having recommended Kidd for appointment as commander of the expedition against the pirates, and in consequence of their former friendliness for Kidd, were accused unjustly of having connived at and participated in his spoils. Had this charge been true, Bellomont would hardly have been so ungrateful or imprudent as to arrest him in the streets of Boston and transport him to England for trial and execution.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">1 There are varying views of Kidd’s character and career. Thus Berthold Fernow writes in the Narrative and Critical History of America (vol. v. p. 195): “To-day that which was meted out to Kidd might hardly be called justice; for it seems questionable if he had ever been guilty of piracy.”</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;"> </span><br />
<i>A History of the City of Brooklyn and Kings County, Vol. 1<br />
By Stephen M. Ostrander, Alexander Black<br />
Published by Pub. by subscription, 1894<br />
Published in part in a series of articles in the Brooklyn "Eagle" during 1879-80. cf. Pref.</i><br />
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Available for download online from various sites. Also look for Vol. 2:<br />
http://books.google.com/books?id=VI0gbOxPd4UC<br />
http://www.archive.org/details/historyofcityofb00ostriala<br />
http://cdl.library.cornell.edu/cgi-bin/moa/moa-cgi?notisid=ANY7406-0001<br />
Illustration, page 315:<br />
<i>Buccaneers and pirates of our coasts<br />
By Frank Richard Stockton<br />
Published by The Macmillan Company, 1898</i><br />
Available for download online:<br />
http://books.google.com/books?id=eiQCAAAAYAAJJulia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731153056768535220.post-19716178964401050802009-05-30T17:05:00.007-04:002010-03-07T16:00:13.545-05:00BlackSheepSunday: First "Train-Wreckers"<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SiGwXFOw57I/AAAAAAAAACA/YeYmpPKY3Y8/s1600-h/DL%26W+wreck+in+Apalachin,+NY+-+cloned.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341744543625701298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/SiGwXFOw57I/AAAAAAAAACA/YeYmpPKY3Y8/s320/DL%26W+wreck+in+Apalachin,+NY+-+cloned.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><i><span style="font-family: "lucida grande";"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Although this wreck isn't an Erie train and probably not due to a "train-wrecker", it's easy to see where even less dramatic wrecks are capable of causing severe bodily harm and even death to passengers and crew. </span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "lucida grande";"><span style="font-size: 85%;"> (Image taken from an ebay auction; date and photographer unknown.)</span></span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: "lucida grande";"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Wrecking railroad trains by putting debris on the tracks in order to steal any valuables aboard was a common plot point in films and perhaps less so in life. However, bandits weren't the only ones to deliberately cause train wrecks. </span></span><span style="font-family: "lucida grande";"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Vandals did so, too. This is an account of the first "train-wreckers"; unfortunately, they weren't the last.</span></span><br />
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<b>Transcription:</b><br />
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FIRST TRAIN-WRECKERS [page 430]<br />
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During the last week in November, 1862, the track-walker on the section of railroad near Andover, N. Y., on the Western Division, found obstructions on the track, so placed and at such an hour that it was eveident they had been put there to wreck a passenger-train. This being reported, a watch was set, and about 9 o'clock on the night of Friday, November 26th, a few minutes before the express train, moving east, was due, two persons were discovered going on to the railroad, one of them carrying a log-chain. Near the track was a portion of the wrecked gravel car, having one pair of wheels attached. The men placed this on the track over a culvert, on a curve in the road, and fastened it to the ties with this log-chain. The citizens who were on the watch pounced upon the men and arrested them at once. They were committed to jail at Angelica. They proved to be <b>George Palmer</b>, a cabinet-maker, and <b>Samuel Allen</b>, a blacksmith. Palmer and Allen were tried and convicted on the charge of train-wrecking, Feburary 3, 1853 [sic], before <b>County Judge Lucien P. Wetherby</b>. They were sentenced to four years in the Auburn Penitentiary. Palmer was twenty-five years old, and Allen, twenty-one. This is the first attempt at deliberate train-wrecking on record in this country.<br />
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<i><b>Between the Ocean and the Lakes: The Story of Erie</b><br />
Edward Harold Mott<br />
Ticker Publishing Co.<br />
45 Exchange Place, New York<br />
1908<br />
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</i>Available for downloading: Google Book Search<br />
1908 Edition: http://bit.ly/4qemv<br />
1899 Edition: http://bit.ly/jioFBJulia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731153056768535220.post-28816771695331383912009-05-24T23:03:00.002-04:002010-03-07T15:13:56.573-05:00Black Sheep Sunday: VictimsReading about black sheep in the family trees of other people can be amusing, compelling, and frequently repugnant, depending on the details of "who did what and why." Finding a black sheep in <span style="font-style: italic;">your own</span> family tree can be suddenly sobering when you are forced to confront victims as people and there's always at least one victim.<br />
The following news items focus mainly on victims because without victims, there would be no black sheep.<br />
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It's safe to say that Ted Ehrhardt had a bad day, but although his property was damaged and goods stolen, he was unharmed. I wonder, though, how they knew so certainly that the same black sheep committed both crimes? And why weren't drugs taken? Perhaps this was a crime of vengeance.<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/ShoLg4ZGrpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bzP4ccFLHww/s1600-h/Ted+Ehrhardt+1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339592967722544786" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/ShoLg4ZGrpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bzP4ccFLHww/s320/Ted+Ehrhardt+1.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 199px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/ShoLxVzTH9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/86N5j7C_VFw/s1600-h/Ted+Ehrhardt+2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339593250494947282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/ShoLxVzTH9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/86N5j7C_VFw/s320/Ted+Ehrhardt+2.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 85px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><br />
<b>Transcription:</b><br />
THIEVES ROB STORE THEN LOOT DRUGGIST'S AUTO<br />
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Ted Ehrhardt, Main street druggist, got it "coming and going" Thursday, according to a report he made to police.<br />
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Thieves entered his drug store and stole an 8 mm. camera valued at $34 and at about the same time his car was entered and a $5 defroster taken. The car was parked in the rear of the postoffice. In neither case were there any clues.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">The Kokomo Tribune<br />
Kokomo, Indiana<br />
Friday December 2, 1937<br />
Page 10, Column 6</span><br />
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2<br />
In spite of the satirical tone of this item, Peter Phillips irrevocably changed the lives of his wife and children, whether they were able to land on their feet or not.<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/ShoNcnM6BeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/N8-1Se973T4/s1600-h/Peter+Phillips.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339595093411759586" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/ShoNcnM6BeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/N8-1Se973T4/s320/Peter+Phillips.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 110px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<b>Transcription:</b><br />
Peter Phillips, one of Hanover's gentry, eloped with a young girl named Courtwright a few days ago. He leaves a wife and three children to mourn his loss.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">The Ohio Democrat<br />
New Philadelphia, Ohio<br />
Thursday, February 22 1877</span><br />
Page 2; Column 4; Below the fold.<br />
3<br />
Rose Hess' situation was not enviable for the 19th century; how imprisoned she much have felt.<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/ShoOTnuJS2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GlBaAKVMJQ4/s1600-h/Rose+Hess.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339596038443977570" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO4Unn89y5Q/ShoOTnuJS2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GlBaAKVMJQ4/s320/Rose+Hess.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 145px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<b>Transcription:</b><br />
Pretty Rose Wishes to Die.<br />
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New York, April 13.--Rose Hess, a pretty girl of Cincinnati, who was ruined and deserted here by E. O. Goodwin, a commercial traveler in the employ of V. Henry Rothschild, of this city, attempted to end her sorrows by shooting herself in the breast. There is no chance for her recovery.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Middletown Daily Times<br />
Middletown, New York<br />
Wednesday Evening, April 13 1892<br />
Page 1, Column 4, below the fold.</span><br />
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Though victim Harry Beam and his friends may bear some responsibility in this event, Harry didn't deserve the outcome.<br />
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Killed by a Cowboy<br />
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Flemington, N. J., April 13.---Two weeks ago a troop of cowboys gave a exhibition in Collinsville. They got into a row with some of the local young men. One of the cowboys picked up Harry Beam, a young man twenty-two years old, and threw him so violently against a partition that he died Monday.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Middletown Daily Times<br />
Middletown, New York<br />
Wednesday Evening, April 13, 1892<br />
Page 1, Column 5, below the fold.</span><br />
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This is a harrowing tale of desperation and throat-clutching fear. I grieve for what this child went through and wonder if there's yet more to the nightmare left unsaid between the lines.<br />
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Kidnapped by a Tramp<br />
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Anniston, Ala., April 13.---The eight-year-old son of Joseph Swayne, a wealthy resident, was stolen from his home by a tramp and carried into the mountains, where he was found unconscious by some hunters. He had been badly beaten and was tied to a tree.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Middletown Daily Times<br />
Middletown, New York<br />
Wednesday Evening, April 13, 1892<br />
Page 1, Column 6, below the fold.</span>Julia, IBSSGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860121049753322677noreply@blogger.com1