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There was at one time a small army of Indians who came into town to trade and some to consume fire- water. They camped in the woods where Clay Street school now stands, hobbled their horses and turned them loose to find their food. They could not wander far.
Here the tents were pitched. I saw an Indian woman on a pony carry a bucket of whiskey from a trading house on Columbia street to the camp without spilling a drop and the pony ran all the way. I have seen Indians camp in the woods where the old Berry Street Church stands. There were woods all around the town. Bloomingdale, on the north side of the river, was covered with fine timber. Here I saw the first full display of Indians, their manner of living and dress.
Women wore moccasins and leggins of buckskin, skirt and waist of blue Merimac calico and a blanket. The men dressed in the same way, any more than "skirt" could be spelled with an "h" instead of a "k." The squaws wore no ornaments, except the silver band that bound their hair which was drawn straight back. The men, however, painted their faces, wore rings in their ears, some in their noses and feathers on their heads. All is changed now, women wear the paint and feathers.
There were timbers of the fort stockade standing in 1830. They were about a foot square, eight or ten feet high, pointed at the top ; the stump of the flag pole was also in front of the two block houses which occu- pied the high ground at the east end of Main street northside-both built of hewed logs. These buildings were two stories high, consisting of two large rooms below, same above, both lengthwise north and south.
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The one farthest from the street was taken down when the canal was dug. The others stood many years after occupied by tenants. A block house for storing arms and ammunition, with an all-around overjet second story, stood about seventy-five feet west of the two- aforementioned.
The Council House, a well constructed building of smooth hewn logs, two stories, two large rooms and hall in the middle, stood about the middle of the lot where James Robinson's residence now is, the old Hedekin residence.
There were only two public buildings in the town, one was the school house, brick about 18 by 20 feet square, windows in front and west, large chimney in east end. One window on the northeast corner over- looking the river. This building stood where the coun- ty jail now is. The furniture was very simple, benches without backs. Writing desks were boards pinned to the wall. It served for a number of years.
Rankin, Requa, Achibaugh, Barber, Ward and David Hoover taught successfully and successively. The price of tuition was according to the branches studied. The price of fuel was added with the bill of each pupil. The branches taught were spelling, read- ing, writing, and arithmetic. If the holidays came dur- ing the term of a teacher he was expected to treat. One teacher refused and two of the larger scholars came to the schoolhouse carrying a large rail. The teacher saw it and rather than ride it, consented to treat.
The other public building was a log jail situated on the southwest corner of the Public Square. This was for confining thieves and debtors who could not or would not pay their debts. A miserable law to im- prison for debt to take from a man his only chance to pay. Thanks to the wisdom of later legislation, that relic of barbarism was rescinded.
In 1832 and 1833 the stumps were cleared from the center of the Public Square and a good-sized brick building was erected for a court house. The lower room was used for court, the upper room intended for
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offices was never divided by partitions and was used for a school room and store room. Public meetings, mock legislatures, amateur theatricals were held in the lower rooms.
The first cook stoves brought to Fort Wayne were unloaded in front of the court house and I believe stored in it for a short time. They were rotary stoves. The top was round, turned on a center pin with a crank to turn the top till the openings with the cooking vessels came over the fire.
The furniture for the stoves was packed in crates of straw. When these were opened, rats were found in them which escaped. These pioneer rats established the first colony of rats and we have never been out of rats since.
The first bridge to span a river here was built by subscription just above the present Clinton Street bridge. It was a toll bridge tended by an old gentle- man named Simonton.
The first church erected and completed was the Presbyterian on the second lot from the southwest cor- ner of Berry and Lafayette streets. There was a base- ment for school and church or audience room above.
Jesse Hoover, a Lutheran preacher, was the first teacher to open school in this basement room. After- wards Miss Mann and Miss Hubbell, two finely equipped teachers from the East, taught in this school room under the church. Miss Mann afterwards be- came the wife of Honorable Hugh Mccullough and Miss Hubbell became the wife of Mr. Royal Taylor. Mr. McJunkin and William S. Stevens also taught in the basement. Mr. McJunkin afterward built a house on Lafayette street and opened school there. The house still stands on the north end of Mr. C. C. Schlatter's lot. Here we attended school for many years.
Mr. McJunken was capable of teaching any branch of a college curriculum. A noble man, re- spected and held in fond remembrance by the many who went out from his school fitted to engage in any profession or business. He deserves a more lasting
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and conspicuous monument to his memory than the eulogies of his students.
The court house becoming unfit, the authorities secured the privilege of holding court in the Presby- terian church until suitable buildings could be built on the square.
One day court being in session and a large crowd present, a rumor gained currency that the steeple of the church was not securely supported and would come crashing down to the destruction of all below. Well, at this session when the room was crowded, there came a crash and roar and the people rushed to the doors and windows to escape the ruins. One man clasped the Bible in his arms and crawled under a bench. Dis- covering that the steeple was still in place, the crowd came back to find that the long stove pipe which stretched from front to back had fallen. Only that, and nothing more.
An eccentric man, by name of John Chapman, came to Fort Wayne in the early 30's during the land sales. He was simply clad; in truth, clad like a beg- gar. His refined features seen through the gray stubble that covered his face ( for he cut his hair and beard with scissors-yet he was not a Nazarite-) told of his intelligence. He was serious, his speech was clean, free from slang or profanity. He traveled on foot, went about seeking the small fractions of land that oc- curred in the surveys of public lands. These he pur- chased and later cleared patches, fenced them with brush and planted apple seeds which when grown to sufficient size were bought by the settlers. These frac- tions became valuable and were bought by owners of adjoining lands.
This was not his sole business. He was a con- vert of the great spiritualist, Emanuel Swedenbourg and a self appointed missionary. He broke the vol- umes of a Swedenbourg library and separating them into convenient sizes loaned them to such as would take and read them. When he could find hearers, he would read them; inspired by their spirit, his voice would rise to the heroic. He believed in communica-
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tion with spirits, a first, second and third heaven, and marriages in heaven.
Like his great leader, his diet was bread and milk. He would not sleep in a bed but on the floor or on the ground. He must have had money but never exhibited any or looked as though he had any. For undershirts he wore coffee sacks. He died near here at a farm house. If he did not find his affinity in heaven, he was disappointed. He was commonly called "Johnny Appleseed."
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-George W. Brackenridge.
M. CYRUS FAIRFIELD.
Mrs. Chairman, Ladies and Gentlemen :-
I don't know whether I can say very much to in- terest you as I came here at a great deal later date than the others who have preceded me and they have told you about all.
I can remember when there were more Indians in Fort Wayne than white people. I do not remember a great deal about the old fort. I remember of seeing it but I was a pretty young traveler at that time. In 1832 I arrived here and I was six months old. We were two months on the way. Of course the canal was not completed then and the company came up the Maumee River. I can remember since '42. I was then ten years old but I can remember a great many things which happened about that time.
I can not tell you a great deal about the old fort but there are some things that I remember that might interest you.
Over where the Electric Light Works now stands, when I went to school in the spring of the year-say in April and May-it was not uncommon to see squaws wrapped up in their blankets lying in the thicket. I was not so much afraid of them, just passed by them and went on my way.
My father had the first boat built-the first pas-
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senger and freight boat that ran on the canal-and it was called the "Indiana." I remember they went to Huntington to celebrate the Fourth of July. Among the crowd were Hugh Mccullough, my father's brother and my father, who was captain of the boat for that occasion, Allen Hamilton, Judge Hanna, Major Lewis and a dozen or so of the early settlers. They had a pretty big time of it-dancing on the boat, etc., and they thought they were going some. I often think that if it were posible for them to come back and see how we go today, they would think they were not going so fast then.
The tract of land that lies between DeWald street and Taylor street, from Broadway east to Oakley street, we called "hog pasture." My father built a pen of round logs twelve or fifteen feet high. He had a so-called trap door called "a figure four," which gave entrance into the pen. We used to catch a good many hogs in this pen. It was almost impossible to get through this place as it was a swamp. There were a great many wolves around there. We tried to raise sheep but the wolves destroyed too many for us.
My father came here in '32 and Mrs. Dr. Thomp- son was his banker; there being no regular bank at that time. My father brought more money here than any other man. He was an old sea captain and had with him when he came here $30,000. Mrs. Thomp- son told him several times that he ought to be careful about the money so he gave it to her for safe keeping. She sewed the money up in one of her mattresses, where she kept it until father looked around to see where he could best invest it.
He came here to look around for.a site and then returned and brought his family back with him. Mrs. Thompson often told father that she never slept very well with all that money in the bed for she never knew what might happen to it.
David Colerick and F. P. Randall were also among some of the early settlers.
My father, Asa Fairfield, came here with his brother, Oliver Fairfield. Oliver Fairfield was the
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father of Mrs. Jenkins, who is now living at the age of eighty-four, with her daughter, Mrs. W. L. Carnahan. When my father and uncle were on the way here from the East, they stopped in Pittsburg and each bought a carriage. These were loaded on the boat and we sat in them as we rode along in the boat. These were the first carriages ever brought to Fort Wayne. Oliver Fairfield sold his to Col. Wines, who lived where Con- cordia College now stands. My father and uncle were both sea captains.
I believe I cannot tell you much more about the history of old Fort Wayne. I thank you for the time and attention which you have given me.
-Mr. Cyrus Fairfield.
MR. CHARLES KISER;
SON OF HON. PETER KISER, DECEASED
Mrs. President, Ladies and Gentlemen :-
With pleasure I greet you. I am no orator but my father was. I have had a few notes reduced to writing which I will read to you.
My father, the Honorable Peter Kiser, was born in Grant County, Ohio, August 6, 1810. Our family Bible, that was the record from his good mother, says father was born on that date. He was a man who stood over six feet high and weighed over three hun- dred pounds. He was married to Rebecca Snyder on October 2, 1842. To them were born eight children, all boys. Richard Kiser, the father of Peter Kiser, was a soldier in the War of 1812 and served under General Hull. He was with him at the surrender of Detroit in 1812.
Father said his first visit to Fort Wayne was in 1822, when he brought a drove of hogs here. There were here at that time forty Indians to one white per- son. Father was then about twelve years of age. In 1832 he located in Fort Wayne permanently. In 1844 he commenced the mercantile business in a general
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way. His store is now known as No. 617 Calhoun street. He continued in business there until 1885 or I886.
My father was first a butcher by occupation. The old settlers will remember the kind of cleaver used in those days. (Exhibited the kind of cleaver used then and presented it to the relic room.) You can judge that my father had great strength to be able to use a cleaver of this size. I have often seen him lift a barrel of flour or salt into the rear of a wagon and think nothing of it.
Father had no education; could neither read nor write, but he had a remarkable memory. He was able to scrawl his own signature which I will show you later. He was a member of the Legislature for two terms. He was a member at the time our school laws were made now giving us our free schools.
A great many stories were told about Peter Kiser, such as the one about the cheese and grindstone, and they are true to life. He kept no books but had a sys- tem of marks by which he indicated what his custom- ers bought. In the instance referred to, he had made a circle indicating that he had sold a cheese. When the customer came to pay the bill he insisted that he had not bought a cheese but a grindstone. Father said, "Yes, that is so, I forgot to put the hole in it."
Father entered into the sports of the times and en- joyed the practical jokes that men at that time were ac- customed to practice on one another.
I will now tell you about some of my personal life, from 1852 up to a few years ago.
I remember well when old Joe Richardville with his two squaw sisters came to the city of Fort Wayne and made my father's store their rendezvous. They would sit there all day long and smoke and chew and drink whiskey for it was then sold for 15 cents a gallon. Prior to 1860 it was 1212 cents a gallon.
In going out to the reservation, these Indians would go down Main street to Broadway and then out to the Bluffton Plank Road, each following the other in single file.
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I can remember when the old Spencer House stood where the Shields Clothing House now stands. It was used as Government Headquarters. Where the court house stands the lot was fenced in with a board fence five feet high. - Inside this fence we often would see Indians lying sleeping off their drunks. These Indians had been paid off the night before by the Government and had spent at least a portion of their money for "firewater."
I can well remember when the packets used to run here on the canal and I recall my great anxiety to have a chance to ride on one of them. They seemed grand to us then. Talk about your Pullman packets, they had them in those days, but they were pulled by mules. They made on an average about three miles an hour, depending upon the stages of water. If the water was low, they could not go fast. The packets had a bell on them and a tin horn. They would ring the bell on com- ing into the city. The lock and bridge tenders were notified of the coming of the boat by means of the horn.
I remember well the first locomotive that came in on the Wabash road. The first locomotive on the Ohio & Indiana railroad, now called the Pennsylvania, came here from Toledo on a flat boat. It was unloaded near the railroad track at a point close to the old City Woolen Mills. The old Woolen Mills building is still standing and is occupied at present by Schlatter & Co. for a hardware store-room.
My father, as many of you know, kept a scrap book, and it was noted for the many wonderful and curious things it contained. I have brought it with me and shall exhibit it here tonight.
-Charles Kiser.
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MISS EMMA JENKINSON.
The following is an extract from a paper on His- toric Points in Fort Wayne, read before the Unity Club, by Miss Emma Jenkinson.
Joseph Jenkinson, youngest son of John and Elizabeth Jenkinson, was commandant at the Fort for a period of eight months of the year of 1814. One of the relics of the family is a letter to his wife written from the Fort, dated March 19, 1814, mostly filled with regret for his absence from his wife and children, and the trouble he was having with his body servant Zeb, a negro slave. It was sent by a Mr. Swain to his wife in Franklin, Ohio. His commission was from Gabriel Slaughter, governor of Kentucky, and gave him rank as major in the regular army. It is said that he brought three companies of men from Cincinnati to reinforce the fort here, marching overland through swamps and trackless forests, menaced on all sides by the hostile Indians.
At a point near Decatur the men embarked in large canoes floating down the St. Mary's River. All went well until a point just back of the McCulloch homestead, where there was a dangerous place in the river. The commander of the expedition, Major Jenkinson, himself manned each boat, taking it through the treacherous waters, walking from a point below the bend in a narrow pathway to a point above, each time passing a thicket of bushes concealing a small party of Indians. He thought the last boat crew more competent than the others and bade them follow. While this boat was passing, the ambushed Indians, having been silent as all the other boats passed, know- ing they were outnumbered, opened fire and killed the entire boat crew. Major Jenkinson died in New Or- leans of yellow fever, at the early age of thirty-six years. He left one son, Moses Vail Jenkinson, a prom- inent member of the Fort Wayne bar from 1844 until his death in October, 1865.
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My brother, Joseph James Jenkinson, a member of the Fort Wayne bar until his death in 1893, was named for his grandfather, Major Jenkinson.
HENRY COLERICK.
Ladies and Friends :-
Unlike my friend Kiser, this is not my first appearance and it only goes to show what a man will do for his wife.
I am here at her instigation. I knew it was a mis- take. I knew that my friends had not called upon me to tell about the long dim past, because a man is just as old as he feels, and I will be nineteen tomor- row. My hair is silvered over somewhat and white, but that is on account of the profound shock in the defeat of Bryan in 1896.
In 1831 my father, David H. Colerick, was mar- ried in Indianapolis. They came here on horseback all the way through the woods, the road now being known as "The National Road," located somewhere in the neighborhood of Wabash or Muncie. Father took his bride to what is called the Schwieter's bakery, a two-story building which stands out about six feet on Clinton street and that was their bridal chamber for five or six years.
One after another brought their brides there.
One thing which brought much pleasure to my young heart was the arrival of the first steamboat here. It had been constructed at Crestline. It came in on the north side of Columbia street, the canal boat landing for many years before. There were soon two boats for Terre Haute and two for Toledo. I could see the men come in with these boats and bring in dressed chickens, rich butter and solid substantial food which are now regarded as rareties.
The front portion of the boat would hold about
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twenty or thirty persons and curtained off would be a department for the ladies. The packet boats in those days would have a long extenison table that would be fitted up for breakfast. I was then almost as little as I am now and I was in the lady's cabin. We would gather there and what I would call today a good meal was set before us. In those days they would set back the dining room table, and then bring out the little tables, and with a melodian in the one end of the boat, the old gentlemen, finely dressed, would be a telling scene. I don't believe I ever turned State's evidence and told anybody but I would see the lawyers go down in the far end of the boat and mix something together, some good, strong, simple stuff called pep- permint. They would take long straws and they would have a great time getting to Terre Haute and other places on those packets. But leaving aside little forget- fulness it was a pleasure rather than a trouble or labor to travel in those boats.
Had I though of it I would have prepared myself to give you something which would be entertaining. Those whom you meet here tonight are the real fathers of your country and it is the greatest country that has ever bloomed and blossomed under the blessings of God. True happiness remains in the worship of those in the protection of this country, and it is grand to teach your children and have them teach their children. Never in the history of man, under power of man's sway has such an empire existed. Look upon the bright side and remember that as America gives to you such men as President Roosevelt and Wm. Jennings Bryan, you shall never despair of your country's grandeur.
-Henry Colerick.
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PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH.
MARTHA BRANDRIFF HANNA.
EARLY DAYS.
My earliest recollection of Fort Wayne is coming here in June, 1852, on a packet on the canal and stop- ping at the Hedekin House; Mr. Calvin Anderson then being the proprietor.
My first party was at Eliza Hanna's, to which I went in an omnibus in company with Theresa Ander- son, now known as Mrs. George Ely.
Shortly after we moved to the brick house, re- membered as Samuel Shoaff's residence, next the mar- ket space, only a block from the home of Mr. F. P. Randall. Mr. Randall's beautiful garden full of old- fashioned flowers and rare plants and fruits-the fig, pomegranite, orange and lemon, with hedges of roses -such roses-the fragrant hundred leaf, cabbage, vel- vet, eglantine, tea roses and the sweet scented lemon- verbena, were the admiration of all fifty years ago.
Delia Randall, an older sister of Mrs. Fairbank, was one of my playmates and many a pretty posey did she give me. One of our pastimes was to see how often we could cross Lafayette street in front of the locomotive and to place crossed pins on the track to make our doll's scissors. Another was to jump off the steps of the old First Church built by the Presby- terians in 1831, but at that time used by the English Lutherans. (Two of the first members of the First Presbyterian Church were half-breeds and were nieces of "Little Turtle.") I have a photograph given me by Amelia Rudisill of this church. A short distance away was the ruins of the old block house which had a mys- terious and awesome look to us.
One of my first callers was Sue Barnett, now Mrs. John Shoaff, who climbed up the fence and sat down socially beside me. She said, "I'm awful mad I've got red hair. I don't like red hair."
We all, little and big, attended school in the base- ment of the First Presbyterian Church, where the post- office now stands. I believe our first teacher's name
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was Miss McFadden. At playtime we sometimes near- ly scared the wits out of the new pupils by our pranks of playing ghost in the furnace room. We had play- houses in all the deep-seated windows at which the pastor and elders benevolently smiled on at the weekly prayer meeting. Occasionally a doll would be left in a pew, but it caused no reprimand.
I must not forget to mention "Old Gibeau," who daily made his appearance with a basket full of brown and yellow taffy and even after it was said of him that "he spits on his hands when he pulls taffy," it con- tinued to be eaten.
In the springtime, one of our picnics was at Rudi- sill Grove, where Phoebe Taber was crowned "Queen of May;" another, in the beautiful maple grove at the Hamilton homestead; and still another out in the country in the woods nearly surrounding the home of Kittie Wilt, where now are factories, depots and tracks of many railroads.
There came a time when our young hearts were saddened by one of our youthful companions, Emerine Hamilton, being taken from our midst and gathered into the arms of her Heavenly Father, and later win- some Sue Rudisill passed away.
For a short time we attended Miss Day's (mother of Mrs. George Wall) select school. After that Rev. S. H. Battin's school-the morning session lasting un- til I o'clock. The afternoon was given to recreation and instructive jaunts through the foundry, mills, etc., and to rowing on the St. Mary's River in the row boat "Kekionga." Nell Edgerton, Docia Nelson and Clara Sweetzer excelled at the oar.
In our class at Sunday School, taught by Miss Sarah Dawkins (Mrs. John Hough), were Mary Hamilton, "Wig" Cheney, Alida Sturgis, Amanda Freeman, Rosetta Bowen, Margaret Cochrane, Belle Kirk, Cornie Orbison and others. I still have the Bible presented to me by the superintendent, Dr. H. P. Ayres, for committing the Shorter Catechism.
Another event many of us attended was the dedi- cation of our beautiful Lindenwood Cemetery, which
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was then in a state of tangled wildness with the ex- ception of one western section, where many of those in attendance that day are now resting.
Later, we were neighbors of Dr. B. S. Woodworth and family. Dr. Woodworth loved books, and one evening, upon going over, I found him cutting the leaves of a new book with his pen knife. He remarked "it is a great pleasure to have an uncut book, cut the leaves and read as you go along."
Recently, among a boxful of old invitations, I found a black bordered invitation addressed to my father and mother, inviting them to the funeral ser- vices of Mrs. Katherine Lewis, of Lewis street. An- other invitation was for myself to a party at the Rock- hill House, now St. Joseph's Hospital, given by Henry Rumsey.
Dancing was forbidden by the church in early days; nevertheless we made our first attempts at the homes of Mrs. Hugh McCulloch and Mrs. Watson Wall. Going through the grassy lane one evening to a party at the Swinney home an amusing occurrence was the encounter of a frog with one of the boys, the frog crawling up his trouser leg and causing great con- sternation and fun.
I will relate an incident that Mrs. Elizabeth Wines once told me in her enjoyable way and gusto. Their home, that of Colonel and Mr. Wines, was a log house containing one large room, part of which was divided off for a bedroom by curtains of bed quilts and cover- lids, and when guests were entertained another bed- room would be improvised in the same manner.
This incident was upon the occasion, Mrs. Wines told me, of the arrival of Mr. and Mrs. Jesse L. Will- iams, who came on horseback to settle in Fort Wayne. It was shortly after their marriage and they stopped with Mrs. Wines. In those primitive days cooking utensils were necessarily few owing to the difficulty of transportation over the mountains. She told of the first meal that she prepared for her guests. She hung the kettle with water on the crane which swung in the large fireplace over the glowing logs. That was for
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the tea, the potatoes were put to bake in the hot ashes. She then took her one skillet provided with three feet and a tightly fitted cover and stood it over the hot coals. She first made and baked her biscuits, took them out and set them aside on the hearth to keep warm; next she cooked the corn and lastly the meat, which was venison. The meal was then ready to serve, and we know it was served with the sauce of that ge- nial hospitality so well known of Mrs. Wines.
In 1861, when returning from a trip to Pittsburg, when we reached Alliance there flashed the news like a thunderbolt from a clear sky: "They have fired on Fort Sumpter!" In a second the cars were emptied. I remember well how my hoop skirt caught on the seat and I came near leaving it in the car in my hurry.
Talking over old times with Mrs. Eliza Hanna Hayden, she said the real founders of Fort Wayne were substantial men and women of culture and edu- cation and they brought with them their chests of linen, silver and china. Their tables were as inviting in those days with game and wild fruits as those of today. They enjoyed themselves spending many after- noons and taking tea with each other. Tea in those days was a scarce article and it was the custom of Mr. Allen Hamilton and Judge Hanna to each buy a box of tea in New York or Cincinnati.
Mrs. Hayden also told me of the "great doings" at the time of the completion here of the Pittsburg, Fort Wayne & Chicago Railroad. The day wound up with an illumination of Fort Wayne. The Hanna homestead (the basement windows of which are on a level with the steeples of the churches and court house) was so brilliantly lighted that it could be seen for six miles. It was also the occasion of an "Infair" given for Mr. Henry Hania and bride. There were three hundred guests, among them many prominent men connected with the railroad-Samuel J. Tilden, J. F. D. Lanier and others. While the gala doings were going on here, Judge Hanna with a party were celebrating elsewhere. On the way home he spied a deer hanging up. He remarked: "I must have some
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of that venison." While getting it the train left him behind. After going several miles, Mr. Jesse Straughn missed him and inquired, "Where is the Judge?" They sent an engine and the Judge came back with his game in time for the celebrated illumination.
Mrs. Laura Suttenfield, a sister of Mrs. Judge Hanna, lived with her husband in the fort where one child-Mrs. M. F. Barbour-was born. They lived there at the same time that Major Whistler and wife occupied the fort, where their son George Washington Whistler was born. The well-known artist, James Mc- Neil Whistler-was a son of this G. W. Whistler.
Mr. and Mrs. Suttenfield built the first house in Fort Wayne just outside the fort at what would now be the middle of the street at the intersection of Co- lumbia and Barr streets.
Mrs. Elvira Dubois was also a sister of Mrs. Hanna and Mrs. Suttenfield, whose daughter is Mrs. Ophelia Bourie.
Nancy, a sister of Judge Hanna, married Mr. James Barnett and they erected the first brick build- ing for their home, now known as Schwieter's bakery, where Mrs. Mary Wall, sister of Mrs. Susan Shoaff, was born.
Mr. Barnett and Judge Hanna built the first mill in 1827, known as "Beaver's Mill."
-Martha Brandriff Hanna.
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