Greybeard
[pen-name of Isaiah J. Morris]
Chapter 4
A trader by the name of McCarthy, or McCarty, was, as far as can
be ascertained, the first white settler in the county who remained
and became one of its citizens. He came here for the purpose of
trading with the Indians in 1819 or 1820, and remained as a trader
until the Indians were moved west. Dominique Rousseau, before
referred to, was also a trader, and came from Canada, and was
the second settler. Thomas Hall was the first regular emigrant
who came to the county for the purpose of making it his permanent
home as a farmer. Anthony Woods, the Felkners, Harlans, Longs,
Stookeys, and others, located on Little Turkey Creek Prairie,
two or three years before the land became subject to entry, or
as it was usually termed, "before the land sales." The
Felkners, Woods, and others, upon their first arrival, immediately
set about staking out pre-emption claims. The Indians, who did
not relish the movement, would follow at a respectable distance
and pull up the stakes, causing considerable trouble and annoyance.
The first settlers, who were not of German descent, choose the
prairie and barrens as best suited to his taste, while those of
German descent took kindly to the "thick woods," where
heavy work and hard knocks were required to open up a farm. You
never could fill a Dutchman's eye, or satisfy his idea of what
land ought to be, unless you could point out a good crop of black
walnut, sugar, red elm, and wild cherry. In those days of the
prairie, oak openings and barren were viewed by our Dutch friends
as being too poor and thin to make a living on, but the heavy
timbered land, with its deep, rich soil, and giant walnut, sugar
and oak timber, had attractions and a beauty not found in the
prairie or barrens; on the contrary, the Yankee and semi-Yankee
choose the barrens and openings; the Dutchman preferred spending
the long winter evenings cracking walnuts and hickorynuts, while
the Yankee, true to his nature, chose strawberries in summer,
cranberries in the fall, and hazelnuts in the winter. Both classes
instinctively gravitated into their "normal sphere,"
each satisfying his taste, and securing such land as his idea
or genius pointed as the best, by which means the population has
been pretty evenly distributed over the county.
Emigrants soon began to arrive in large numbers. John Knowles,
Peter Warner, and William Kelley, were the first to settle south
of the Tippecanoe. Turkey Creek, Bone, and Little Prairies were
soon all taken up and occupied. Bone Prairie derived its name
from the immense quantity of human bones found upon it, both on
the surface and beneath the soil. When first plowed, human skulls,
arm and leg bones, in fact all the larger bones of the body, were
plowed up, and lay scattered over a large number of acres. The
cause of this extensive deposits of human bones never was positively
ascertained. One explanation comes through an Indian tradition
or history, to the effect that many years ago a large and populous
Indian village was situated near where Oswego now stands, which
was capable of mustering over three thousand warriors. This would
give the village a population of at least ten thousand souls.
When their village was the most populous and powerful, pale-face
visitors and traders came among them from Canada, from whom they
caught the small-pox, and from which nearly all the inhabitants
died, and died so rapidly that burial was impossible they were
hurriedly taken to the opposite side of the prairie and simply
laid side by side upon the ground. This was the explanation given
by an aged medicine man to several of the early settlers. Whether
it be true or not, the situation of the bones, their shallow covering,
and general surroundings, gives the story the coloring of truth.
Crosson's Mill, at Syracuse, was built in 1835, being a little
round log building, set squarely across the stream, and was known
as "Crosson's tub mill," or corn-cracker. This tub mill
was superceded in 1838, by a better structure, containing all
the requisite machinery of a regular custom mill. Up to this period
the citizens from all parts of the county, and from the north
part of Wabash, Huntington, and west part of Whitley counties,
of necessity had to go to Wyland's or Hawks' mills, on the Elkhart,
or to Logansport or Lafayette. Frequently two, three, or four
neighbors would go to mill in company, each riding one horse,
and leading a second, the first carrying the rider and about two
bushels, and the second about three and a half bushels of corn
or wheat. Such a jolly time as these mill boys would have, they
will never witness or enjoy again. Sometimes they would take three
or four yoke of oxen, put in their joint load, or go to the prairie
and buy a load, get it ground, and return the journey from Eel
river occupying from five to seven days. In 1836, the writer's
brother, with a friend named Zellers, started from near Claysville,
in Huntington County, for Wyland's mill with three horses, intending
to buy wheat and corn on the prairie. The first night they camped
on the west bank of Eel river. A terrible rain fell during the
night, which raised the river and creeks far over their banks.
In going forward, near where John Fisher now lives, they came
to a creek forty or fifty rods in width. They pushed boldly forward,
my brother taking the lead. When the water was well up the saddle
skirts, the horse, with a sudden plunge, disappeared under the
water, nearly unseating his rider. After some sharp plunging and
floundering, he gained the other shore. Zellers followed safely
at a point higher up, but not without a regular immersion. The
creek, from the plunging affair, received and still bears the
name of Plunge Creek.
In 1836 the wheat crop was a serious drawback on the settlers.
It was not exactly a failure that would have been a blessing compared
to what it was. The crop of 1837 was not so bad as that of 1836,
yet it was bad enough. The crops of both years yielded well in
the bushel, but it was that much to be dreaded kind, known in
that day as "sick wheat." It made splendid looking
flour, and under the manipulations of a good housekeeper, as good
bread was produced as you would desire to see; but to eat of it
was the first movement, the second was to go for your boots or
moccasins. The result of eating bread made from sick wheat is
immediate pains in the stomach, followed by continual hard vomiting,
faintness, a deathlike sickness, and not unfrequently convulsions.
The cause of this poisonous element in the wheat, and the form
of its presence, or its exact constituent, has never been satisfactorily
determined. Many of the settlers, during the two years mentioned,
were brought near unto death from eating bread from the sick wheat.
Nothing was left but johnny-cake, and johnny-cake it was for two
years, except when wheat flour was brought from a great distance,
which was seldom done. If our kid-gloved, cigar-puffing, tobacco-grinding
young men, or gate-supporting, bustle-wearing, gum-chewing young
misses were put upon a corn bread diet, with spice-wood or wild
ginger tea, or parched acorn coffee for a change, for two years,
and a pioneer life, how many would survive the ordeal? One
thing is certain, all who did survive would need no white-wash
or rouge to give them a beautiful color, for nature would do it
much more perfect, and render them far more loveable.
During these two years, the pioneers often had rather slim living,
but a pioneer's heart, hand, purse, crib, and potatoe bin were
always open to the necessities of his less fortunate neighbor,
and as long as a potatoe or grist of corn remained, they were
ready to divide. The world has grown a mite more selfish since
the people have become less dependent upon one another. Want and
hunger, like famished wolves, stood in front of many a cabin,
and had it not been for the abundance of wild game, many persons
would have gone to bed supperless. In 1837 Philip Lash, who run
a blacksmith shop on the Boydston farm, made a trip to Wyland's
mill, which took him seven days. Before he returned, his family
were forced to dig up the potatoes they had planted two weeks
before to preserve their lives until Lash returned. In 1836 Jacob
Losure, with four yoke of oxen and wagon, went to Lafayette for
corn. The trip consumed some twelve or fourteen days, and his
return was hailed with universal satisfaction; indeed so great
were the necessities of the people, that quite a number of the
men went to meet him and were rejoiced to get meal at $1.75 per
bushel. Daniel Webb, and John Pittenger made a trip the same season
to Logansport for corn. The primitive corn cake was nothing like
the present light and highly seasoned corn bread. Eggs, sour milk,
butter, salaratus and "sich", did not enter into its
composition, but corn meal, water, and salt this, and nothing
else. Could you go it? If you feel as though it would be
poor living, shoulder your rifle, go hunting in a strip of woods
bounded by the Wabash on the south, Eel river on the north, Aboite
on the east, and the old Michigan road on the west; run all day,
get most woefully lost, camp out in this wilderness, get frightened
half to death a dozen or twenty times during the night, come near
freezing, wend your way next you know not whither, accidently
strike a trail, follow it to a cabin, humbly ask for a morsel,
closely watch the good hostess stirring, patting, and baking a
dodger or two for you, sit down, and for the first time in forty
hours partake of corn dodger, venison and coffee, and if you have
a soul even if it is dead to the sweet sounds of music it will
flow out and gush with thankfulness to the person who invented
the corn cake. You will be fully prepared, as the writer hereof
knows by practical experience, to judge of its intrinsic virtues,
and unrivaled excellencies. Maybe you never hunted, or aspired
to capture anything larger than a quail or rabbit; if so you are
not competent to appreciate the keen appetite and powerful digestive
capacities of old hunters, or the beauties of jerk, or lusciousness
of venison broiled in true hunter's style. Many a hearty meal
was eaten with a relish and thankfulness by the early settlers,
consisting of nothing but corn dodger and jerk, or potatoes and
venison, and sometimes nothing but potatoes alone. Sometimes,
in the proper season, crab-apple or wild gooseberry dumplings
(if the flour was good) was indulged in as a rarity; but it may
be parenthetically remarked in this connection that but few, if
any, of the old settlers have any particular hankering after the
corn dodger, crab-apple dumplings, slapjacks, spice-wood tea,
etc., and would vote against their introduction into the family,
preferring the improved method of cookery, even if they can't
endorse all the whims and foolishness of custom, dress, and fashion.
Northern Indianian March 12, 1874
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