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CHAPTER I

 

 

                                “THE HOUSE OF FOWLER”                                                      A History of the Fowler Families of the South                       

Compiled and published                                                                                 

by Grover Parson Fowler                                                                               

Hickory, North Carolina.                                                                       

1940

Excerpted and condensed

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John Fowler the first in America

John Fowler the First,  (in America) had established himself in the Virginia colony, thus being among those famous colonials known had the first families of Virginia. Just when he came to America is not known. Perhaps between 1650 and 1660. In 1662 he received grants of land on the Appomattox River. Evidently an industrious man, he received another grant of land in 1673 from Sir William Berkeley, Governor, for the transportation of eight persons to the colony. The territory in which John Fowler settled was then on the border of civilization. When the first colonists sought a site for a settlement in the vicinity in 1607, they found an Indian town near the mouth of the Appomattox, present site of Petersburg, and nearby was the village of Matoax, home of the Pocahontas, one of Virginia’s most romantic figures. Fort Henry was built by Governor Berkeley in 1646 and many exploring expeditions went out from this frontier post. The nearby Indian trading post called Peter's Point established by Major Peter Jones, later grew into the present city of Petersburg.

John Fowler settled just across the Appomattox from Fort Henry and there laid the foundation in America for the House of Fowler. Not far away, near James River, lived the founders of the Byrd family in America. William Byrd II son of the founder of that house, moved across the James to Westover and it was he who surveyed and established the line between North Carolina and Virginia.

While descended from one of the First Families in Virginia, the Fowlers were not Tidewater aristocrats who endeavored to rule the colony with an iron hand and at times persecuted the less fortunate settlers.

John Fowler was no doubt a member of the Society of Friends before he came to America and perhaps he knew George Fox, a Puritan silk weaver who at the age of 25 established the Society of Friends, who later came to be known as Quakers. Fox has left this interesting version of how the name Quaker came to be applied while on trial. Fox was being ridiculed by Judge Bennett and becoming angry, pointed at the judge and warned him, “The time has come for even judges to quake and tremble before the Lord.”  “Ah,” replied the judge. “So you are Quakers, are you?” George Fox visited John Fowler at home on a visit to America in 1672 and it was from the vicinity in which John Fowler lived that so many of the members of that day went forth to establish the Society of Friends in other sections. Godfrey Fowler, the youngest son of John Fowler, was also a Quaker and was prominent in their councils.

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Note I:  John Fowler 390 Acres Volume six Page 485 two All al naive at the Sir William Markley Night Governor given grant unto John Fowler 390 acres of land 200 wherefore lying on the north side of the Appomattocks River in Henrico County.  

The said land to said Fowler to have and have and to hold for the transportation of eight passengers to it. John Baxter. Mary Poolan, Robert C_____,  Thomas Woolley, Mary. His wife. Paul Varden, Claire Varden and Anne Welle. on October 30th, 1673.” Now we know beyond a doubt that this is our John the First in the evidence of subsequent deeds and wills. We know that John Fowler, the First was dead before 1683.

Note 2: Henrico Deed page 379, February 1st 1692. Deed of Godfrey Fowler, planter, to John Wilson both of Bristol Parish. Henrico County 100 acres on the south side of Old Town Creek “being part of a patent To John Fowler, Father of Godfrey. September 12th, 1662. James Cittie.”

Note 3. Page 47, Henrico Deed Book October 1st, 1687. “Mark Fowler, son and heir of John Fowler, deceased of Henrico County, 200 acres lying on Old Town Creek and devised by him the said John Fowler to his son Mark, transferred by deed to Thomas Batt, October first, 1687.” Thus we know that John Fowler, the first was dead before 1683.

Note D: Item number 34 -  at an Orphan’s Court held in Varina August 21st, 1693. It is ordered that Godfrey Fowler be summoned to ye next court to show cause if any bee why the court should not be discharged from what estate was left him by his father, John Fowler.”

From Chucktuck Monthly Meeting of Friends, Nansemond County, Virginia. This record book was begun in the year 1673 by the order of George Fox, founder of Quakerism who was in America on a missionary journey. This letter, dated ten month 1672, was sent from Elizabeth River to friends at Nansemond. “Friend William Dennison. William Garnett. John Porter. George Kemp. Thomas Jordan. Edward Perbin William Pope, Robert Lavr. Thomas Hollowell. William Buffkin. Friends ye above mentioned to keep a man’s meeting once a quarter according to paper that William Denson hath whose paper declared friends had appointed the man's meeting and if John Fowler’s house be too far off, then he may appoint it at Thomas Hollowell’s or any other place that ye may see more convenient…..” This letter continues to direct them as to the organization of the meeting and how they are to keep their register, etc.

From Southern Quakers and Slavery Weeks Page 15: Robert Fowler, owner of the vessel “Wood-house”, about 1658, brought the Quaker missionaries William Robinson, Robert Hodgson and Christopher Holder, to Virginia. Since at this time the migration of Friends was contrary to the laws of Virginia Colony it would indicate that Fowler himself was a Quaker and in sympathy with their journey and teachings.

Note: on Godfrey Fowler I (For whom Edward Chilton isattoney) having an accusation against Mr. Thom. Batt Sr. declared that he hath a good right and title in and to 398 acres of land lying in this county and Thomas Batt about ye first day of May last and several days…. For which he prays judgment and to be put in possession of ye said land and to ye do said by force of a conveyance of or deed of bargain and sales made by Mark Fowler, elder brother of the plaintiff, and acknowledged in this Court A.D. of October 1687 by the said defendant is lawfully possessed and seized by Ye plaintiff of 200 acres of land, part of the plaintiff's demand and that wherefore ye plaintiff hath no claim against him whereof John Ye Plaintiff in court produced a copy of the last will of John Fowler, Ye elder deceased father to John, Mark and Godfrey Fowler, and plead that by Ye ad will of Ye John, Mark and Godfrey had each of them

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an estate for life in Ye 398 acres of land in equal proportions and that his two elder brothers, John and Mark, are now dead so court issue ordered division of ye said land by which means the plaintiff as being the only surviving son and heir at law of rightfully and justly belong unto him and therefore prays judgment. All which coming before ye said court. Considered They are of the opinion that ye plaintiff hath a good estate and right and title to ye said 398 acres of land and half have wherefore ordered that ye Sheriff of this county do put him into quiet and peaceful possession where of the eject the defendant therefrom.”

Deed and Will Book No. 3, page 89 – “ Godfrey Fowler in court acknowledged a convey for 50 acres of land to John Wilson….. Susanna, the wife Godfrey Fowler (being first privately examined, according to law) did this day in court relinquish and surrender unto John Wilson and heirs all her estate, right and title interes, etc. February 1st, 1695”.

Note. Henrico County Records Orphan's Court Page 383 1683 John Davis appointed guardian of Orphans of John Fowler deceased also appraiser of cattle. “Orphans named John, Godfrey and Mark. On April 4th, 1685, Mark released John Davis of all claims he had on the estate of John Fowler, his father, deceased, Godfrey Fowler, was ordered to appear at the next term of court to show cause why the court should not be discharged from the estate his father, John Fowler, deceased, had left him. Cork was discharged October 2nd, 1693”. Thus, we know that John Fowler was dead before or in 1683 and that Mark had attained his majority in 1685.

Note. Godfrey Fowler versus Thomas Batt June 1st, 1691. “A copy of The Will of John Fowler, the elder deceased, was produced in court which will give each of his sons John, Mark and Godfrey an interest in the estate of 398 acres. The said Godfrey Fowler's two elder brothers, John and Mark being dead, leaving no issue the said Godfrey Fowler was declared the only heir at law. This shows that Godfrey Fowler I was of age by 1691. If correct in this surmise, he was born in Virginia, in Henrico County, 1670.

Note: Henrico County Deeds, page 6,  February 1695. “Deed from Godfrey Fowler, planter, (and signed by his wife Susanna) to John Wilson Sr., 50 acres. All parties to the transfer were of Bristol Parish, Henrico County. This is proof that Godfrey was married by the year 1695.

Note 4: “To Godfrey Fowler and George Archer 500 acres of land, January 22nd 1717. Henrico Land Grants, Volume 10 page 347. To all whom it may concern know ye that for a good cause in consideration but especially in the importation of ten persons to dwell within our colony and Dominion of Virginia, to wit John Ironmonger, Philip Donaldson. William Stiles. Matthew Ford. John Ellington. Margaret Brooke. Sue Fowler. Francis Merryman. Sarah Green. Flionoy Dawson, we are given and granted and confirmed and by these presents do give and grant unto Godfrey Fowler and George Archer one certain tract of land containing 500 acres lying and being on the north side of the Appomattox River in the Parish of Bristol in the county of Henrico. Signed A. Spotswood.

Note 6: “To Godfrey Fowler 400 acres on the north side of the Appomattox River County. Henrico, August 17th, 1725”. These entries go to establish the fact that Godfrey Fowler, the youngest and only surviving son of John, the first of our line of whom we have positive proof recorded very materially added by importation of colonists and moneyed purchased to the land inherited from his father. The first patent granted to John Fowler was in 1662 in James City, later in Henrico and lastly to Godfrey in Chesterfield County. Old Town Creek is between Richmond and Petersburg. The old Fowler Homestead

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being situated near the latter place, the scene of horrible carnage in the war between the States when Petersburg and Richmond fell.

 

The will of Godfrey Fowler, the First of Henrico County, Virginia. June 29th, 1743.

In the name of God, Amen. I, Godfrey Fowler of Henrico County, Virginia being a perfect health and sound memory -  Thanks be to God! -  But knowing the uncertainty of this life do make, constitute, and ordain this to be my last will and testament in manner and form following:

“First, I desire that my son John Fowler may have the whole use and benefit and advantage of a plantation on which he now lives with all the land on the south side of the Spring Branch during his natural life or his abode upon said plantation. After his death or removal I give and bequeath the aforesaid plantation and tract of land to my grandson Godfrey Fowler, son of Mark Fowler, “to his heirs forever”. (This is the second Mark Fowler.) Then I give my son Godfrey Fowler, the plantation and tract of land where on he now lives lying on the south side of the aforesaid Spring Branch crossing Cattail Creek to William Dunifents to Spring Branch. Keeping that Branch to the line to him and his heirs forever.

“Then I desire that my daughter in law Phoebe, widow of my deceased son Thomas Fowler, may have the whole use and benefit and advantage of the tract of land and plantation, whereupon my deceased son dwelt containing 200 acres the same more or less as it is already laid off by Mark’t Trees and during her natural life or widowhood and after her death or marriage I give the aforesaid plantation and tract of land to my two grandsons, William and Josiah Fowler, sons of my aforesaid Thomas Fowler to them and their heirs forever to be equally divided between them…...

…...I desire that my estate may not be appraised.   All of the rest of my estate of what nature or kind soever I give unto my son, Godfrey Fowler and I do constitute and appoint him, my son, said Godfrey Fowler, my whole and sole executor of my last will and testament in witness whereof I have appeared unto set my hand and affixed My seal this 29th day of June 1743.       

                                                                

Godfrey Fowler                                                                         

“Signed. Sealed, published and declared by the said Godfrey Fowler to be his last will and testament in the presence of us John Parkenson, Henry Danc, Allick Moore at court held in Henrico County the first Monday in May 1747”. This will was presented by the executor and upon his solemn affirmation he being a Quaker and proved by John Parkenson and Henry Dance, two of the witnesses thereto was admitted to record. Test Bowler Cocke, C.C.”

Therefore, Godfrey Fowler, the First was dead by May 1747, as inventory of his estate was presented by the court held. August 1747 by William Blacky on behalf of Godfrey Fowler Executor. Joseph Fowler the First had taken his apportionment of land by 1743 and removed from it.

Godfrey Fowler the First of Henrico County, Virginia.

Godfrey Fowler I was born in Henrico County in 1670 and died in 1747. To Godfrey and Susanna Fowler was born the following:

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1.  John Fowler, who married Judith Hobson.                               

2.  Mark Fowler, whose wife was Marguerite Fowler.                                                                               3. Godfrey Fowler II “The Quaker” Whose wife was Sarah Fowler.                                                         

4. Thomas Fowler Whose wife was Phebe Fowler.                 

5. Joseph Fowler who moved to Wake County, North Carolina.                                                             6. Anne Hill Fowler, who married Thomas Simmons and John Chappell.                                              7. Margaret Fowler, who married Henry Vaden.

To Godfrey Fowler the First of Henrico County, Virginia. Most of the Fowlers in the south and west can claim parenthood.

Thomas Fowler I, son of Godfrey Fowler II “The Quaker” embracing descendants in Tennessee and Texas.

The children of Dr. Thomas Fowler of Parrottsville, Tennessee, including Isaac C. Fowler family of Bristol, Tennessee. Mary Ann Fowler Alexander, Levi Fowler Family of Johnson County, Texas. Abijah Fowler Family of Knoxville, Tennessee. Josiah Fowler of Marble Falls, Texas. Dr. Francis T. Fowler of Greene County, Tennessee.

Tomas Fowler the First was born in Virginia around 1727. He was the son of Godfrey Fowler II of Dinwiddie County, Virginia. He came to North Carolina as we find record of him in Granville County in 1763 when he was granted a tract of land containing certain boundaries by his cousin Richard Fowler, who was granted 680 acres in 1660 by the Earl of Granville. Another record we have of Thomas was when he deeded 74 acres of this same land to John Craig on September 12th, 1787. The State of North Carolina granted to Thomas Fowler 150 acres in Greene County, Tennessee, on Clay Creek. And in 1779 he was granted 200 acres on the same creek by the state of Tennessee. Thomas Fowler was born in 1727 and died in October 1826 at the age of 99 years.

Thomas Fowler had children. Abijah Fowler, who was married on February 12th, 1787, to Eleanor Watkins of Greene County, Tennessee. Dan Kennedy was possibly a son. We also have record of John Fowler who was deeded land from Samuel Morrison October 21st, 1801, in Greene County, Tennessee. However, we do have the record of his son, Dr. Thomas Fowler, the first Dr. Thomas Fowler. His son is buried in Parrottsville, Tennessee, and his gravestone bears the inscription “In memory of Dr. Thomas Fowler. Born April 11th, 1770, died October 28th, 1840. For 50 years he was a worthy member of the Methodist Episcopal Church”, and to his wife, Mary Baldridge Fowler, who lies beside him, In memory of Mary Fowler, who died November 10th, 1854, age 54 years, ten months and 21 days. A member of the Methodist Episcopal Church 50 odd years and died in great peace and her works do follow her. Farewell, my dear mother. We will meet again in the resurrection Morn.”  Dr. Thomas Fowler and Mary Baldridge Fowler had nine children.

Editor’s Note:  Only two children will be listed here, Dr. Thomas Fowler II and John Faris Fowler

1. Dr. Thomas Fowler the second was the oldest son of Dr. Thomas Fowler and Mary Baldridge. He was born July 1798 at Parrottsville, Tennessee and was educated at Washington College, Tennessee. He studied medicine under Dr. Elkinah Dulaney at Blountville, Tennessee and attended medical lectures at Transylvania University, Kentucky in 1824. He then went to Tazewell Courthouse, Virginia, where he was married in 1826 to Priscilla Chapman of Ripplemead, Giles County, Virginia. In September 1835, they

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moved to Monroe County, Virginia, where they lived until their respective deaths. He having died in 1858 and his wife in 1876. To this unit were born eight children.

(Of whom Later)

2. John F Fowler was the second child of Dr. Thomas I and Mary Walter Fowler. He was born about 1800. He married Sallie Davis of Tennessee, the only other record we have of this family is the 1840 census of Cocke County, Tennessee. He is listed as being between 40 and 50 years of age, being born between 1800 and 1810. His wife was listed as being between 30 and 50 years of age. His children - one male between 5 and 10 years of age and one son and being under five years old. Also, one daughter being between 5 and 10 years of age. His family is not listed in the 1850 census of Cocke County. Therefore, he must have moved elsewhere by this time.

Editor’s Note:  John and Sallie died relatively young and are buried in Sevierville, Tennessee.  They  left as orphans, their children.  Their only daughter, Mary Priscilla Fowler, who upon the death of her parents went to live with her uncle and aunt, Dr. Thomas and Priscilla Fowler up at Indian – Mouth of Indian Creek. 

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LINE OF DESCENT

1.  John Fowler  “The Immigrant”

2.  Godfrey Fowler I

3.  Godfrey Fowler II “The Quaker”

4.  Dr. Thomas Fowler I

5.  Dr. Thomas Fowler II

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CHAPTER II

 

ALLIED FAMILIES

 

JOHNSTON

CHAPMAN

PEARIS

McDONALD

 

 

 

Family Histories Excerpted From

 

“A History of The Middle New River Settlements and Contiguous Territory “                                                                                                                                          

By David E.  Johnston (1906).

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About the author of the following family histories:

David Emmons Johnston, the son of  Oscar Fitzalen Johnston and Elizabeth French, grandson of David Johnston Jr. and Sally Chapman, was a lawyer and Democratic politician from West Virginia who served as a United States Representative. Congressman Johnston was born near Pearisburg, Virginia in Giles County April 10, 1845. He was elected in 1888 to the 56th United States Congress. He died July 7, 1917.

He attended the common schools. In April 1861, he enlisted in the Confederate Army and served four years in the Seventh Virginia Regiment of Infantry, Kemper’s brigade of Pickett’s division. He studied law and was admitted to the bar in Giles County in 1867. He began practicing in Pearisburg, Virginia. He moved to Mercer County, West Virginia. in 1870. He served as prosecuting attorney from 1872 to 1876. He became a State Senator in 1878 but resigned;. From 1880 to 1888, he was a judge on the Ninth Judicial Circuit Court. He was elected as a Democrat to the Fifty-sixth Congress (March 4, 1899 – March 4, 1901). His candidacy in 1900 for re-election was unsuccessful. He moved to Portland, Oregon in 1908 and resumed the practice of law. He died in Portland on July 7, 1917 and was buried in Mount Scott Park Cemetery, which is now Lincoln Memorial Park Cemetery.

He was married to Sarah Elizabeth Pearis (a first cousin), the daughter of Daniel Howe Pearis and Louisa Adeline Johnston (daughter of David Johnston, Jr. and Sally Chapman (daughter of Pioneer John Chapman and Sally Abbott) and granddaughter of David Johnston “The Settler”  Sally Abbott was the sister of “Nannie Abbott” – wife of David “The Settler”

Author of

A History of The Middle  New River Settlements and Contiguous Territory

And

The Story of a Confederate Boy in the Civil War

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A History of The Middle New River Settlements and Contiguous Territory.

By David E. Johnston (1906).

The Johnstons.

In the 13th century, says Lieutenant Charles Johnston in his history of this family, "There lived in the mountainous district of Annandale, Dumbriesshire, Scotland, just north of Firth of Solway, a small but hardy clan of borderers, whose chief was called John.   They were doubtless of Saxon origin, and up to this time were little known.  Their clan badge was the Red Hawthorne.  As the clan grew stronger their Chieftain became ambitious to take his place among the chiefs of the larger clans. Their motto was:  "Viva ut vivas."  A little after the middle of the 13th century of chief of the clan applied to the Earl of Annandale, who was the grandfather of Robert Bruce, to purchase a tract of land near the center of the district; the deal was consummated, and it thereupon became necessary to give name to the tract in question; Bruce, in the charter, called it Jonistourn (or Johnston), and this chieftain, now Lord Jonistoun, was called Sir John de Jonistoun.   His clan was thereafter known as Jonistoun, or Johnistouns, the name now being spelled Johnstone or Johnston.  Some writers have fallen into the error that the name is synonymous with Johnson, but a glance at the derivation of the names easily discloses the error; Johnson is derived from and means the son of John, while Johnston signifies John's Town; the one shows locality, the other indicates descent.

"The Johnstons were a prolific clan as well as hardy, and in the next two centuries after adopting the name, they became strong enough to excite the jealousy of their neighbors, the much stronger clan of Maxwell of Nithsdale, and many a bloody fight took place before the Johnstons established their supremacy at the battle of Dyfe-Sands, in 1593, in which the Maxwells were completely routed, leaving their chief, Lord John Maxwell, dead on the field.  At this time the chief of the Johnstons was Sir James, who was succeeded by his son James, who was created Lord Johnston in 1633; both were of the Peerage and served in the English House of Lords.  The Johnstons and Scotts, it seems, were near neighbors in Scotland. Sir Walter Scott, in his "Fair Maid of Perth," gives considerable prominence to the Johnston Clan, and adds some verses which run as follows:

Within the bounds of Annandale

The gentle Johnstons ride,

They have been here a thousand years

And a thousand more they'll bide.

The seat of the Johnston Clan was at Lockerby, near the center of the district of Annondale."

After the fall of Londonderry, and religious persecution continuing in their country, a large number of the Johnstons migrated to Ireland, settling in County Antrim and near Eniskillen, in County Fermanagh, mostly in the latter county.  As early as 1700 several of these Fermanagh Johnstons came to America,

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locating in Piedmont, Virginia, along the base of the Blue Ridge, in what is now the Counties of Culpeper and Rappahannock, then probably Essex County.

James Johnston, of Fermanagh, had two sons, James and David, the latter born about 1726.  The father having died and the estate under the laws belonging to the older brother, James, the younger son David, seeing nothing favorable to his remaining in Ireland, at the age of about ten years, viz:  about 1736 or 1737 sought an opportunity to join his kinsfolk in America and succeeded in hiring himself to a ship captain as a cabin boy, and finally landed at Norfolk, Virginia, and made his way across the country to his relations on the waters of the Rappahannock.  He became the ancestor of the New River Johnstons.  When about twenty-five years of age (1751), he fell in love and married a pretty Irish girl by the name of Nannie (or Annie) Abbott, a daughter of Richard Abbott of Culpeper, and selected his home on Hazel River, near old Gourd Vine Church, in that county.

John Chapman and his brother Richard, had also married daughters of Richard Abbott.  Moredock O. McKensey, from Glasgow, Scotland, had married Jemima, the only sister of the Chapmans.  In November, 1768, the Chapmans and McKensey sold out their holdings in Culpeper, and crossed the Blue Ridge and settled on the Shenandoah, where they remained until the year of 1771, when they removed to the New River Valley, locating at the mouth of Walker's Creek, in the then County of Botetourt, now Giles.    The peculiar spelling of McKensey's name will be noted; the author examined the record of deeds in the clerk's office of the County Court of Culpeper County, finding a deed made by Mr. McKensey and wife in November, 1768, conveying a tract of land on Burgess's River, to which deed the name of McKensey is spelled "Moredock O. McKensey."  Burgess's River has disappeared from all the maps, if it ever had a place thereon, and diligent inquiry of the Culpeper people failed to disclose its locality; it is believed however, that the name has been changed to "Hedges' River."

In September, 1758, Hennings' Virginia Statutes, the House of Burgesses made an appropriation to pay David Johnston, of Culpeper, a sum of money for food furnished by him to friendly Indians.  David Johnston remained in Culpeper until 1778, and then came across the Alleghanies, settling on the plateau or territory between Big Stoney Creek and Little Stoney Creek at what is now known as the John Phleger farm, where he died in 1786, his wife in 1813, and they are both buried on this farm.  The house which he built in1778 is still standing and forms a part of the residence of the late John Phleger, and is no doubt the oldest structure in the County of Giles.  David Johnston and his wife, Nannie, or Annie, Abbott Johnston, had eight children, three sons and five daughters, all born in Culpeper, the eldest; Sallie, had married Thomas Marshall before the family left Culpeper.

James Johnston, the eldest son of David, had visited the New River Valley in 1775, no doubt on a visit to the Chapmans and McKensey, and on his return to Culpeper, and in January, 1776, he enlisted in a volunteer company commanded by Captain George Slaughter, which company was attached to the 8th Regiment of Virginia Infantry com- manded by Colonel Muhlenberg.  James Johnston served two years in the American Army; his first service or a part thereof was in South Carolina and Georgia; his command then marched north and was under the immediate command of General Washington. James was in the battles of Brandywine and Germantown, marched through the Jerseys, and spent the winter at Valley Forge.

David Johnston and Nannie Abbott Johnston had the following children:    James, who married Miss Copley; Sallie, who married Thomas Marshall; Elian, who married Isaac Chapman; Jemima, who married John Chapman, of Wolf Creek; Virginia, who married Isaac McKensey; David, born in 1768, married Mrs.

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Sallie Chapman Miller, the widow of Jacob Miller; Andrew, born in 1770, married Jane Henderson of Montgomery County; Annie, the youngest daughter, married George Fry, Jr.

This George Fry, Jr., was a son of George Fry who married the widow of the elder David Johnston, the Settler.  Captain George W. Caldwell, of Mercer, is the grandson of Annie Johnston Fry, and the great grandson of the elder David Johnston.    James Johnston and his wife, ....... Copley, had several children; sons, Reuben and David.  The family, except David, went to Indiana about the time of its admission into the Union.  David married a Miss Peck, of Botetourt County, and resided on Sinking Creek, where his descendants still live.  Thomas Marshall and his wife, Sallie Johnston Marshall, who settled near the present dwelling house of George L. Snidow, Esq., in Giles County, had four sons and two daughters; the sons:   John, David, James and Thomas; the daughters, Nancy and Aggie.  The family of Thomas Marshall removed at an early date to Powell's Valley, Virginia.

John Chapman, of Wolf Creek, the son of Richard and Jemima Johnston Chapman, had quite a numerous family; one grandson, J. W. Chapman, residing on Wolf Creek, in Bland County, is the only one of that family now bearing that name that lives in this country. John Chapman and wife had a daughter who married William Wilburn, of Sugar Run, and Boston and John Howard Wilburn are her sons.  The late John Chapman Wilburn was also a grandson to the said John Chapman.

Isaac McKensey and family went to Kentucky quite a hundred years ago.   George Fry and his wife, Annie Johnston Fry, had a number of children, among them two sons, David and James, who went to Cabell County, Virginia, as early as 1820, and their descendants live in Cabell and Wayne, some of whom were men of prominence, among them Chapman Fry, grandson of James, was long Clerk of the County Court of Wayne;    William, another grandson, is a lawyer and now the Prosecuting Attorney of Wayne County;  Johnston Fry, a son of James, was for many years Deputy Sheriff of Wayne County.  Some members of this family settled in Boone and Logan Counties, and their descendants still live there.

Sallie, a daughter of George Fry, Jr., and Annie Johnston Fry, married David Croy; another daughter of George and Annie Fry, Eliza, married John Caldwell, who resided for many years in Mercer County, where he and his wife both died and are buried.  They left a number of children, among them Captain George W. Caldwell, who was a faithful and brave Confederate soldier, and was for a number of years surveyor of Mercer County.

The children of Isaac and Elian Johnston Chapman and who they married, will be seen by reference to the biographical sketch of the Chapmans.

David Johnston and his wife, Mrs. Sallie Chapman Miller Johnston, had two sons and three daughters; the sons:  Oscar Fitzalan Johnston, was born June, 1807, married Elizabeth French, daughter of Isaac and Sallie Straley French; had three children, David E., who married Sarah E. Pearis; Sallie V. (Note: Died December 2d, 1905.) who married, first, Jesse N. Simmons, second, George O'Rayburn;    Oscar H., who died in 1879, unmarried.  Chapman Isaac Johnston, born January, 1809, died December, 1891, married Elian Chapman Snidow, daughter of John and Rachel Chapman Snidow; they had sons, David Andrew, who married Fannie Shumate; J. Raleigh, who married Nona Peck; Sarah Ellen, who married William Augustus French; Annie Chapman, who married Charles Dingess French; Rachel Snidow, who married, first, ......... Daugherty, second, Joseph H. Alvis.  Olivia Johnston married William M. Gillespie of Tazewell County; had three sons, David Johnston, who married Elizabeth Saunders, Joseph Stras, who married Mary Higginbotham; Albert Pendleton, who married Nannie Higginbotham; the daughters, Sarah, who

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married Clinton Barnes; Margaret, who married Colonel Joseph Harrison; Louisa, who married Captain Henry Bowen; Mary, who married Oscar Barnes; Barbara, who married George W. Gillispie; Ella, who married Dr. J. L. Painter.  Louisa Adeline Johnston married Colonel Daniel H. Pearis; they had three children, two daughters and one son:  Virginia, who died in 1860, unmarried; George Daniel, who when little above the age of sixteen years, joined Bryan's Virginia Battery and was killed in the battle of Cloyd's Farm, May 9th, 1864; and Sarah E., who married David E. Johnston.  Sallie Chapman Johnston died unmarried.

Colonel Andrew Johnston and his wife, Jane Henderson Johnston, had five children; three sons and two daughters:  James D., a lawyer of great prominence, married Mary A. Fowler, daughter of Dr. Thomas Fowler and his wife, Priscilla Chapman Fowler.   Andrew Henderson Johnston married Mary McDaniel, and they had two children, Walter McDaniel, who married Annie Hays; Jennie, who married Honorable Thomas H. Dennis. Dr. Harvey Green Johnston married, first, Annie Snidow, by whom he had four children; secondly, he married Mrs. Mary Fowler Halsey, by whom he had four children.  Mary Johnston married James M. Carper; they had two sons and three daughters.  Eliza Jane Johnston married James Hoge, of Montgomery County; they had a large family of children.

The children of James D. Johnston and his wife, Mary Fowler Johnston, were:     Roberta, who married Dr. John Izard; Allene, who died unmarried; Sydney F. (now dead), who married miss Hattie Carey; Mamie, who married Mason Jamison, and James D., a brilliant young lawyer of Roanoke, Virginia.

The children of Dr. Harvey Green Johnston are:  Dr. William A., who married Mrs. Dennis; Carrie, who married Mr. J. E. Triplett; Jennie, who married Mr. William Black; Loula, who married Mr. B. E. Bransford; Fowler, who died young; Harvey, Vivian and Ada are unmarried.

Annie Hoge, daughter of James Hoge and Eliza Jane Johnston Hoge, married Major John Chapman Snidow; had two sons and two daughters; the sons, William and Walter; daughters, Florence, who married John T. S. Hoge; Annie C., who married John W. Williams, who was Clerk of the Virginia House of delegates.  The sons of James Hoge and Eliza Jane Johnston Hoge are Dr. Robert, James, Joseph, Rev. B. Lacey and Tyler, and a daughter, Jane Nellie.

The descendants of the settler David Johnston, or many of them, together with the descendants of the settlers John and Richard Chapman, have not only been prominent and influential people in both civil and military affairs in the New River Valley, but even in other sections of the country.  In every constitutional convention held in Virginia, except those of 1776, and the "Black and Tan," of 1869, this Johnston-Chapman blood has had representatives.  Henley Chapman was in the Convention of 1829-30; his son, General Augustus A. Chapman, was a member of the Convention of 1850-1; his son, Mannilius, a member of the Secession Convention of 1861; a great- grandson of David Johnston and John Chapman was a member of the late Constitutional Convention of Virginia in the person of Honorable Albert Pendleton Gillespie, of Tazewell.  The second David Johnston, Andrew Johnston, Isaac Chapman, and his son, John, were frequently in the Legislature of Virginia; and later, Oscar F. Johnston, Augustus A. Chapman, and Manilius Chapman were members of the Virginia Legislature.   A grandson and great- grandson of the settler, John Chapman, together with a great nephew, were members of the House of Representatives of the United States, in the persons of General A. A. Chapman, David E. Johnston, and Honorable Reuben Chapman, the latter of Alabama. Two great-grandsons of the elder David Johnston and John Chapman have been Circuit Judges in West Virginia, and one of them, Honorable Joseph M. Sanders, has recently been elevated to the bench of the Supreme Court of Appeals

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of West Virginia.   Honorable James French Strother, a great-great-grandson of John Chapman, is now a judge in West Virginia.   Major Samuel E. Lybrook and William A. French, great-grandsons of John Chapman, represented Giles County in the Legislature of Virginia; and Samuel Lucas, a great-grandson of the elder David Johnston, was also a member of the Virginia Legislature.

GRAVE SITE OF DAVID “The Settler” AND ANNIE JOHNSTON. Near Ripplemead, Giles County, Virginia

Editor’s Note: In 2011, made the trek to find David and Annie's graves and after a lot of questioning I found out where it lies.  It is actually on private property next to the Pflegar family farm (David's original farm) Ripplemead near Pem-broke Virginia off of Hwy 460.  It is way back up in the woods and hills – down dirt roads. The graves sit at the top of a ridge in a pasture.  I stopped by a farmhouse where I talked with the owner who gave me directions (sort of). That particular weekend – the owner (with whom I had conversed previously by phone) was hosting a bluegrass party.  I parked my car at his house and proceeded to walk down the lonely one-lane dirt road – a bit creepy to be honest.  One side of the road was a steep, treed, rocky wall of stone, while the other side fell sharply into a small creek.  While walking down the road I heard some major commotion coming down the steep side through the trees.  I hid behind a tree and saw this large black bust through the trees and stumble upon the road – I thought I was about to be attacked by Bigfoot! – Nowhere to run except to jump down to the creek.  Turned out it was only a bull – small consolation.  He looked at me – I looked at him.  Fortunately, he took little interest and plodded on down the road away from me.  I followed him (at a reasonable distance) a little farther down the road where we came upon pastures on both sides of the road.  At this point (following the vague directions given to me)  I carefully hopped a barb-wire fence (No Trespassing) and of course, snagged myself – I still have the scar! - climbed to the top of a ridge hoping to see something.

Incredibly, there was a patch of rock about 100 feet from where I rested (Yes, rested.  I had just climbed up a ridge in 95-degree heat in the middle of a shin-high grass in a cow pasture).  I went over (avoiding and casting side glances at cows that were meandering about) and looked at the site and saw that it

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certainly did not look as nature had made it.  The large stones were sort of set in a circle.  There was one stone that was a different color and I looked at it very closely.  Imagine my surprise to see the letters D, A, and V with the letter J below.  They were very faint and were block letters about an in high.  Just imagine my surprise...I do think I was guided there, every decision and turn I made was the correct one.  I took pictures of the stone but unfortunately, the faint images of those 4 letters did not show up in the pictures.  They should be right near the cracks in the center of that rusty-colored stone.  When I returned home, I posted the photos on Find A Grave and Ancestry.com. 

The original homestead of David stood until the mid-1980s.  At that time it was considered the oldest structure still standing in Giles County.  I got a call from my uncle, Fowler Woolwine Johnston, one fall night that he had been informed that the old log house had burned to the ground.  Apparently, some vagrants had started a fire in the cabin to get warm with tragic results, burning the place down.  Fowler, at that time, was looking to get the homestead listed on the National Record. 

GLORIOUS VIEW FROM THE GARVESITE – PICTURE DOES NOT DO IT JUSTICE

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History of The Middle  New River Settlements and Contiguous Territory.     

By David E. Johnston (1906)

The Chapmans.

The Chapmans (Note:  It appears that the first place of settlement of this family, after leaving England, was in the state of Connecticut.)  were English people, and some of those who emigrated to this country came from Connecticut to Charles County, Maryland, long prior to the American Revolution.  After the settlement in Maryland, and before the beginning of the Revolution, some of them came to Culpeper County, Virginia, and settled.  Among those who came was Isaac Chapman, who married, in Culpeper County, Miss Sara Cole, by whom he had three sons and one daughter.  The sons were Isaac, John, and Richard, the daughter, Jemima.  Isaac went South, and finally located in Alabama, where his descendants still reside.  His grandson, Honorable Reuben Chapman, was a member of Congress from Alabama in 1841.    John married Sallie Abbott and Richard married Margaret Abbott, daughters of Richard Abbott of Culpeper County, Virginia; the daughter, Jemima, married Moredock O. McKensey, (Note: McKensey died on Five Mile Fork of East River, in the year 1805.)  a Scotsman from the city of Glasgow, Scotland.  Richard Abbott having died, his widow married a man by the name of Tracey, by whom she had two children, Bettie, who married James Rowe, and a son, William Tracey, the ancestor of the Traceys of Wolf Creek of New River Valley.

(Image:  Home of George Chapman, son of pioneer Jahn and brother of Isaac. 

Typical home of the allied families of early Giles county.  In close proximity to David Johnston, the Snidow families and related Chapman kin.  David Johnston’s log home was the last log cabin standing when it was burned down in the 1980s by vagrants who thought it was a good idea to set a fire in the great room.)

In November 1768, John Chapman, Richard Chapman, and Moredock O. McKensey removed from Culpeper County to the Shenandoah, in the Valley of Virginia, and from thence, in 1771, came to the New River Valley and settled at the mouth of Walker's Creek, where John Chapman had two dwelling houses destroyed by the Indians; his family being forced to flee to the Snidow Fort for protection.  In the spring of 1778 McKensey removed to the mouth of Wolf Creek., where his family, in May of that year, was attacked by the Indians, and a portion of them killed and another portion carried into

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captivity.  Some years afterward, time not definitely known, Richard Chapman removed from Walker's Creek to Wolf Creek.

The children of John Chapman were Isaac, who married Elian Johnston; George, who married Patience Clay; John, who married Miss Napier; Henley, who married Mary Alexander; Sallie, who married, first, Jacob Miller of Franklin County, Virginia, and by whom she had a daughter and three sons:   Jacob, who married Mrs. Polly Harman; John, who married Sallie Peck; Tobias, who married Elizabeth Bane; Barbara, who married Morton P. Emmons.   After the death of the elder Jacob Miller, his widow Sallie, married David Johnston, and they had the following children: Oscar F., who married Elizabeth French; Chapman I., who married Elian C. Snidow; Olivia, who married William M. Gillespie, of Tazewell County, Virginia; Louisa A., who married Colonel Daniel H. Pearis, of Mercer, and Sallie C., who died unmarried.

Jemima Chapman married Charles Hall and had the following children:    Benjamin, who went to Cook County, Illinois, at an early date, and Chloe, who married John Brian.

Annie Chapman, who married John Lybrook, had a numerous family, of whom was Philip Lybrook, the father of the present Major Samuel E. Lybrook, a great-grandson of Philip, the settler.

Isaac Chapman and his wife, Elian Johnston Chapman, had the following children:  John, a lawyer of distinction and often a representative of Giles County in the Senate and House of Delegates, who married Ann Freel;  Doctor David Johnston Chapman, who married Sallie Pepper;  William Chapman, who married Nancy McDonald;    Rachael, who married John Snidow;  Priscilla, who married Doctor Thomas Fowler;  Polly, who married John Bane;  Nancy, who married Joseph McDonald;    Sallie, who married William Kyle, and Rebecca, who married Samuel P. Pearis.

John Chapman, the son of Isaac, had one daughter, Adeline, who married Colonel William H. Snidow, by whom she had three children, viz:  John C., who married Anne Hoge; James P., who married Fannie Hale; Annie, who married Dr. Harvey G. Johnston.

Doctor David J. Chapman had the following children, Viz: John, drowned in his youth; William, who married Miss Mather; James, who went west many years ago; David J., Jr., who now lives in Giles County and is unmarried, and who is the only Chapman in Giles County; Annie, who married Colonel James W. English; Jennie, who married Major Samuel E. Lybrook, and Malinda, who married Samuel S. Dinwiddie.

William Chapman, who married Nancy McDonald, had the following    children:  Isaac E., who married Eliza Gillespie; John who went to Texas and was drowned; Louisa, who married Rev. Mr. Chanceleum; and Keziah, who married Isaac Chapman Fowler.

John Snidow and Rachael, his wife, had the following children:    Christian, who married Sylistine Goodrich;  they had no children;   James H., who married Elvina Lucas and had the following children:  John D., William R., Cornelia, who married Eugene Angel, and some daughters who are not married;   David J. L., who married Malinda Pepper, but left no children;  Elizabeth, who married John Tiffany, and had the following children: Captain Hugh S., killed in the first battle of Manasses; Charles C., who lives in Kansas, and Elizabeth, who married Andrew B. Symns;   Mary B., who married John S. Peck, and had the following children:  James P., killed in the battle of Cold Harbor in 1864;  Hugh T., who lives in the State of Maryland;  Chapman I., who lives in Giles County;  John, who died a few years ago;  Annie, who married John P. Peck;  Elizabeth, who married Harvey Snidow, and Eliza, who married ...........Williams.

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Elian Chapman Snidow, who married Chapman I. Johnston, had the following children:  David Andrew, John Raleigh, Sarah Ellen, who married Honorable William A. French; Annie C., who married Charles D. French; Rachael S., who is now dead, and who first married ........Daugherty, and secondly Joseph Alvis.  Ellen J. Snidow, daughter of John and Rachael Chapman Snidow, is unmarried.

Samuel P. Pearis and Rebecca Chapman Pearis, his wife, had three children:    Dr. Robert A., who married Amanda Fowler; Dr. Charles W., who married Electra Pearis; and Rebecca, who married honorable Frank Hereford.

The children of Joseph McDonald and Nancy Chapman McDonald, his wife, were W. W. McDonald, of Logan; John C. McDonald, Isaac E. McDonald, Lewis McDonald, Floyd McDonald; Sallie, who married John Sanders; Nancy, who married Lewis McDonald, Elizabeth, who married John Anderson; John C., Isaac E. and Floyd, who died unmarried.

Dr. Thomas Fowler and wife had the following children:  Thomas, Isaac C., Allen, Elbert; Mary, who married Captain James D. Johnston; and Amanda, who married Dr. Robert A. Pearis.

Henley Chapman and his wife, Mary Alexander Chapman, had two sons and three daughters.  The sons were General Augustus A. Chapman, who married Mary R. Bierne, and Manilius, who married Susan Bierne; the daughters, Araminta D., married Captain Guy D. French; Elvina married Colonel Albert G. Pendleton, and Isabella married Major William P. Cecil.

John Chapman, son of the settler, and brother to Isaac, George, and Henley, married Miss Napier; was killed by a horse, and his widow and children removed to Cabell County about the year of 1800, where his descendants now reside.  Captain John Chapman, who was a son of Andrew Johnston Chapman, son of the above John, was a distinguished Confederate soldier, and died only a few years ago at his home in Lincoln County, West Virginia.

Colonel Albert G. Pendleton and his wife, Elvina Chapman Pendleton, had three children:  Nannie, who married Judge Philip W. Strother; Sallie, who married Van B. Taliaferro, and Alberta, who married Samuel Crockett.

Major William P. Cecil and his wife Isabella Chapman Cecil, had one child, Mary, who married Charles Painter.

Captain Guy D. French and wife, Araminta Chapman French, had four sons:    Henley C., who married Harriet Easley; Captain David A., who married, first Miss Williams, second Miss Jennie C. Easley; William A., who married Nellie Johnston; Charles D., who married Annie C. Johnston; they had daughters Sarah M., who first married Dr. W. W. McComas, second, Captain F. G. Thrasher; Mary, who married William B. Mason; Fannie, who married J. H. D. Smoot, and Susan, who married Dr. R. T. Ellett.

John Chapman, son of Richard, married Jemima, a daughter of the Elder David Johnston, and they had a daughter who married William Wilburn, of Sugar Run; and James H. Wilburn, is a grandson of the said John Chapman, and a great-grandson to the first William Wilburn, who came in 1780 to what is now Giles County, Virginia.

James W. Chapman, a grandson of John, of Wolf Creek, is the only descendant of John Chapman bearing that name who now resides in this section of the country; the remaining members of the Richard Chapman family went at an early date to the Big Sandy and Eastern Kentucky region, some of them

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removing to the State of Ohio.    Some of the descendants of Richard Chapman still reside in the Counties of Lincoln, Logan, Mingo, and Wayne, West Virginia.

The Elder John Chapman, and his son, Isaac, were soldiers during the Indian wars on the border and were stationed during the years of 1774 to 1779 in Snidow's, Hatfield's, and Barger's Forts.

The family of George Chapman, who married Patience Clay, consisted of three daughters and two sons.  Sallie Chapman married Hugh Jordan, Elizabeth Chapman married Joseph Peck, and Lucretia Chapman married William McClure; the sons, Isaac and Archer, went to the state of Ohio at an early day. 

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History of The Middle  New River Settlements and Contiguous Territory.     

By David E. Johnston (1906)

The Pearis Family.

The ancestors of this family were Huguenots, who fled from France, stopping temporarily in Barbadoes, thence about 1710, to South Carolina, locating on an island about five miles from Port Royal, to which they gave the name "Paris Island."  This name is sometimes spelled "Pearris," again “Paris”;the modern spelling being Pearis.  The settler was Alexander Pearis (Parris), who became quite a distinguished man in the early days of the history of South Carolina. 

Judge McCrady, in his History of South Carolina under the Proprietary Government, 1670-1719, gives considerable prominence to Colonel Alexander Pearis, whom he shows to have been Commissioner of Free Schools, Commissioner for Building Churches, Member of House of Commons, of which Colonel William Rhett was Speaker; as a military officer and one of the judges to try pirates, and as commander of militia in the Revolution of 1719.  Colonel Alexander Pearis had a son, Alexander, who made some conveyance of property in 1722-26.  Alexander Pearis, Jr., had a son, John Alexander, who likewise had a son, John Alexander, as shown by his will probated August, 1752.   

The last mentioned, John Alexander, had a son, Robert, who spelled his name as did his father, John Alexander "Pearis."  This Robert Pearis died about 1781; he had a daughter, Malinda, who married Samuel Pepper, who removed to the New River Valley prior to 1770, and located at the place where, about 1780, he established a ferry, and which place has since been known as Peppers.  His two brothers-in-law, George and Robert Alexander Pearis, sons of the preceding Robert, came with him, or about the same time.  At the date of the coming of Pepper and the Pearises, in fact, before that date, there lived in the neighborhood where Pepper located, a gentleman by the name of Joseph Howe, who had some pretty daughters, and it did not take long for these young Huguenots to fall in love with these girls, at least with two of them.  An examination of the Pearis Bible discloses that George Paris was born February 16th, 1746, and was married to Eleanor Howe February 26th, 1771.  Robert Alexander Pearis was probably two years younger than his brother George.  He married also a daughter of Joseph Howe, and about 1790 removed with his family to Kentucky and settled in what is now Bourbon County, and from whom it is said the town of Paris, in that county, is named.   He had a son who in the early history of that state was a member of its Legislature.  George Pearis remained in the vicinity of Pepper's Ferry until the spring of 1782; prior to this time, he had been made a Captain of one of the militia companies of the County of Montgomery.

On the advance of the British Army into the Carolinas, in the fall of 1780, there was a Tory uprising in Surry County, North Carolina, of such formidable proportion as to impel General Martin Armstrong, commanding that military district, to call on Major Joseph Cloyd, of the Montgomery County Militia, to aid in its suppression.    About the 1st day of October 1780, Major Cloyd with three companies of mounted men, one of which was commanded by Captain George Pearis, marched to the State of North Carolina, where he was joined by some of  the militia of that state, augmenting his force to about 160 men, with which he, on the 14th day of the month, attacked the Tories at Shallow Ford of the Yadkin, defeating them with a loss of fifteen killed and a number wounded;  Major Cloyd had one killed and a

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few wounded, among them Captain Pearis, severely, through the shoulder.  This fight cleared the way for the crossing of General Green's Army at this ford, which the Tories were seeking to obstruct.  

 

Captain Pearis returned home wounded, and in addition to his suffering from his wound had the misfortune to lose his wife by death in a few days after his return, she dying on November 14th.  Captain Pearis' wound disabled him from performing further military service, and having purchased from Captain William Ingles, about the year of 1779, for seventy pounds sterling (about $350.00), the tract of 204 acres of land on New River--whereon is now situated Pearisburg Station on the line of the Norfolk & Western Railway, and which land was known for years as the Hale and Charleton tract--he, in the spring of 1782, removed thereto, erecting his dwelling house at a point nearly due south of the residence of Mr. Edward C. Hale, and a little to the southeast of where the road from Mr. Hale's house unites with the turnpike.  Two or three years after Captain Pearis made his location, he had a ferry established across the New River, and kept a small stock of goods, and later kept public entertainment.  On October 5th, 1784, he married Rebecca Clay, daughter of Mitchell Clay.  The children of Colonel George Pearis and his wife, Rebecca Clay Pearis, were:  George N., Robert Alexander, Samuel Pepper, Charles Lewis; their daughters, Rebecca, Julia, Rhoda, Sallie and Eleanor.

Colonel George N. Pearis married Elizabeth Howe, daughter of Major Daniel Howe;  Robert Alexander Pearis married Miss Arbuckle, of Greenbrier County;    Samuel Pepper Pearis married Rebecca Chapman, daughter of Isaac and Elian Johnston Chapman;  Charles Lewis Pearis married Margaret Peck, daughter of John and Elizabeth Snidow Peck;  Rebecca married John Brown, they went to Texas about 1836, leaving a son, George Pearis Brown, who lived for a number of years in Mercer County;   Julia married Colonel Garland Gerald;  Rhoda married Colonel John B. George;   Sallie married Baldwin L. Sisson, and Eleanor married Captain Thomas J. George.

The children of Colonel George N. Pearis and his wife, Elizabeth Howe Pearis, were:  Captain George W., who never married, died in 1898 at the age of nearly eighty-nine years; Colonel Daniel Howe, who married Louisa A. Johnston;   Rebecca, who married George D. Hoge;  Nancy, who married Archer Edgar;   Ardelia, who married Daniel R. Cecil, and Elizabeth, who married Benjamin White.   Robert Alexander Pearis and his wife had no children, and after the death of said Robert Alexander, his widow married Colonel McClung.

The children of Colonel Garland Gerald and Julia Pearis George were:    George, who married Sarah A. Davidson; Jane, who married Judge Sterling F. Watts.  The names of the children of Captain Thomas J. George and wife are as follows, Viz:  A. P. G. George, W.W. George, Robert and John; the daughters, Larissa, who married Jacob A. Peck;  Matilda, who married a Mr. Austin, and Rebecca, who married George W. Jarrell.

Charles Lewis Pearis and his wife, Margaret Peck Pearis, had but one child, a daughter, Electra, who married Dr. Charles W. Pearis, and they had no children.

As already stated, John Brown and family went to Texas prior to 1836; some of his older sons were soldiers in the Texan Army.  Brown settled in that part of the state that became Collin County.  George Pearis Brown, the son of John, remained in Virginia; he married a Miss Mahood, a sister of the late Judge Alexander Mahood, and he and his wife left numerous descendants, among them the wife of Mr. Robert Sanders, the wife of Edward A. Oney, the wife of M. W. Winfree, a son, Cornelius, who was killed on the retreat for the Confederates from the battlefield at Clark's house, May 1st, 1862.

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The elder Colonel George Pearis, the settler, was long a magistrate of Montgomery and Giles Counties, and sat in the courts of both counties and was for a term the Presiding Magistrate of the latter county.  The first court of the County of Giles was held in a house belonging to him, and the land for the county buildings and town was given by him and the town of Pearisburg took its name from him.  He died on November 4th, 1810, and his ashes repose in the burying ground on the farm on which he died, on the little hill just southwest of Pearisburg Station.  His widow married Philip Peters and she died April 15th, 1844.

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More Information:

George Pearis, founder of Pearisburg had a brother, Capt. Richard Pearis, the founder of Greenville, South Carolina.

His story:

1. About Richard Pearis

Richard Pearis was born in Ireland and settled in Frederick County, Virginia, before 1750. At the outbreak of the Revolutionary War, he was a successful planter and Indian trader on the Enoree River in South Carolina.

                               

An orator of rude, savage eloquence and power, he commended himself to Governor Dinwiddie for his loyalty and efficiency. He became lieutenant in the Virginia Provincial regiment in 1755 and was commissioned captain in 1756 to command a company of Cherokees and Catawbas in an expedition against the Shawnee towns west of the Ohio, under Major Andrew Lewis. Pearis served under Generals Forbes, Stanwix, Monckton, and Bouquet. He was the first to enter Fort Duquesne. His military ability was apparent in his services on the borders of Maryland, Pennsylvania, and Virginia, with headquarters at Fort Pitt.

Having married a Cherokee wife, Captain Pearis acquired great influence among the Indians and was consequently ordered south. In 1768 he was settled at the Big Canebrake, on the Reedy River, South Carolina.        

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Every effort was made by the Whigs in 1775 to induce this powerful man and the Indians to join them, or at least to secure their neutrality. However, Pearis took part in the siege of Ninety-Six on the British side and many other actions.    

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In July, 1776, he was one of a party of 260 loyal militia and Indians which unsuccessfully attacked 450 "rebels" in a wooden fort.      

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According to his own narrative, his services to the crown in the same year include the dispersal of 700 "rebels" in the district of Ninety-Six. By the turn of fortune, he was captured and consigned to Charleston jail, where he was a prisoner in irons for nine months. On his release, Pearis wended his way on foot, traversing 700 miles, to West Florida, through the settlements of the Indians, who supplied him with food. Arriving at Pensacola, he was on 13 December, 1777, commissioned captain in the West Florida loyalist refugees by Colonel John Stuart, superintendent of Indians in the Southern Colonies, who ordered him to capture Manshac on the Mississippi river, a task which he accomplished. This corps

 

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was also engaged in the suppression of the rum trade at Mobile Bay with the northern Creek Indians. Pearis was present at the capture of Sunbury in Georgia.      

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The romantic tale of his exploits includes the raising of 5,000 to 6,000 loyalists and the disarming of all rebels from the Savannah river to Broad river, near the borders of North Carolina, as well as destroying their forts and capturing men, arms and ammunition. To his mortification, this series of successes was no sooner accomplished than Colonels   Innes and Balfour ordered the arms and ammunition to be returned to the "rebels" and their leaders released. Incensed by this treatment, he returned to Georgia and settled his family near Augusta.   

                                          

While Pearis was a prisoner at Charleston, his wife, two daughters, and a son were surprised at home by Colonel John Thomas and 400 followers, who subjected them to abuse and punishment, as well as carrying away their portable property and burning the rest. Not content, Colonel Thomas forced the family to march on foot 25 miles a day, without food and without protection for their heads from the sun. They were also confined for three days without food, and were afterwards sent off in an open wagon a distance of 100 miles, to shift for themselves among "a parcel of rebels," without money or provisions. For three years Captain Pearis was separated from his family, who were in daily fear of massacre by their enemies.    

                                                  

A son of Captain Pearis was an ensign in the West Florida Rangers. 

                       

For the loss of his real estate in South Carolina, Colonel Richard Pearis claimed £15,576. 18s. and was awarded £5,624. An account of his property has been published. The name appears also as Paris, whence Paris Mountain, near Greenville in South Carolina.        

                          

After the war he settled in Abaco in the Bahamas, where he had a grant of 140 acres of land, and where Margaret Pearis, presumably his wife, received a grant of 40 acres. Colonel Pearis received a military allowance of £70 a year from 1783 to 1804, when he probably died. It was perhaps his son, Richard, who married Margaret, daughter of General Robert Cunningham, the South Carolina loyalist, in Abaco, 22 June, 1790.

(Source: Contributions in History and Political Science, Issue 7 by Ohio State University, pgs 107-109.)

    — Submitted April 21, 2010, by Brian Scott of Greenville, South Carolina.

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(Margaret was not his wife but his daughter. Margaret moved to the Bahamas with her husband, along with Richard, after the Revolutionary War. Richard's white wife was Rhoda, Margaret's mother.)

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History of The Middle  New River Settlements and Contiguous Territory.     

By David E. Johnston (1906)

The McDonalds.

The name suggests its Scottish origin, and Glencoe as the original home of the family.  After the close of the revolution of 1688 many of the Scottish clans continued in arms for King James against William and Mary.  In August, 1691, the government of William and Mary issued a proclamation offering amnesty to such insurgents as should take the oath of allegiance on or before the 31st day of December then next ensuing.  All the chiefs submitted within the prescribed time, except the aged Macdonald of Glencoe, whose clan inhabited or lived in the pass of Glencoe.  He went to Fort William on December 31st and offered to take the oath, but the officer in command, not having authority to administer it, referred the matter to the Sheriff, before whom Macdonald took the oath on January 6th, 1692; this, however, did not satisfy the adherents of King William, who determined to avail themselves of this unintentional delay to effect the destruction of the clans.  On February 12th a body of 120 soldiers, commanded by Campbell, murdered Macdonald and two of his attendants, and so wounded his wife that she died the next day.  About forty persons were killed that night.  Detachments of soldiers sent to guard the outlets of the valley arrived too late, and many of the clans escaped half naked to the mountains, where a considerable number of the women and children perished of cold and hunger--("McCauley's His. of England, Vol. IV").

Shortly after this massacre, supposed to have been between 1692 and 1700, Bryan McDonald and Mary Combs McDonald, with their family, having first migrated to Ireland, came from thence to America, and settled at or near New Castle, Delaware, then in the Province of Pennsylvania, and presently purchased of William Penn, the proprietor, a large and valuable tract of land.  Bryan McDonald and family came, in 1756, to the Virginia Valley, having been preceded some years earlier by two of his sons, Joseph and Edward.  In a battle with the Indians, in 1761, near Amsterdam, in what is now Botetourt County, Edward, a bright and promising young lawyer, was killed.  He left four daughters, two of whom married Campbells, one married a Greenway, and one a Russell.    Their descendants are numerous, prominent and influential people; one of them, David Campbell, was Governor of Virginia; William went to Tennessee; Dr. Edward McDonald Campbell and Judge John A. Campbell were their descendants.  The Russells lived in southwest Virginia, and the Greenways in Lynchburg and Baltimore.

Joseph McDonald married Miss Elizabeth Ogle, whose ancestors had come from Castle Ogle, Northumberland County, England.  They, the Ogles, came to England with William the Norman.  Joseph McDonald, who was born April 4th, 1722, after his marriage came, in 1763, over the Alleghanies and settled in what is now Montgomery County, then Augusta.  He died in 1809.  In the American Revolution, he served in Captain Kirkpatrick's Company.  He had six sons in the American Army; Richard was a Major, Edward was a Captain, and Alexander served in Captain Thompson's Company.    Powder for the Patriot Army was manufactured on his farm, and a government tannery was established, as well as provisions gathered there.  All these supplies had to be largely, if not altogether, transported to the army on horses, and this proved a dangerous business, on account of Indian forays.  Captain Edward McDonald was in the Border Wars against the Indians and in scouting expeditions toward the Ohio.

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Joseph McDonald had ten children in the following order as to ages:    Bryan, who married Mary Bane;  John, who married Miss Sawyers, second Miss Cannaday;  Joseph, who married Nancie Sawyers;  Edward, who married Keziah Stephens;  Richard, who married Mrs. Mary Martin;  Alexander, who married Elizabeth Taylor, niece of President Taylor;  William, who married Ursula Huff, daughter of Dr. Huff;  Elizabeth, who married Samuel Ingram;  Jonas, who married Elizabeth Foster;  James, who married, first Elizabeth New, second Mary Flournoy.    The descendants of Joseph McDonald have scattered over many states of the union, and have held many prominent positions, many of them able and distinguished persons.   A great many of them were slain, or died, in the war between the states.

Joseph McDonald Sanders, a bright young lawyer of Mercer County, West Virginia, who served eight years as Judge of the 9th Judicial Circuit of West Virginia, and who was recently elevated to the bench of the Supreme Court of Appeals of West Virginia, is a great-great-grandson of Joseph McDonald, and great-grandson of Edward McDonald and Keziah Stephens McDonald.

During the American Revolution one David Hughes, formerly of North Carolina, and a Tory, while scouting through the wilderness country toward the Ohio River, discovered that beautiful body of valuable land on the Clear Fork of Guyandotte, in the now County of Wyoming.  He informed the above-mentioned Edward McDonald of his discovery, with whom he agreed for one blanket and a rifle gun to show him this land, which he did, and in 1780 McDonald entered and surveyed the same; and in 1802, together with his son-in-law, Captain James Shannon, removed to the Guyandotte Valley and took possession of his valuable property; his son-in-law, Captain Shannon, settling a few miles away on the Big Fork of the Guyandotte.  When Captain Shannon took possession of his land, he found still standing on the bottoms the Indian wigwams.

Edward McDonald had several sons and daughters.  The sons, Joseph, William and Stephen, settled on the lands given them by their father out of the homestead.    One daughter married Captain James Shannon; one Captain Thomas Peery; one Augustus Pack; one William Chapman.  Joseph McDonald married Nancy Chapman, daughter of Isaac Chapman and his wife, Elian Johnston Chapman, and their children were Sallie, who married John Sanders; Juliett, who married John Tiffany; Elizabeth, who married John Anderson, and Nancy, who married Lewis McDonald.    W. W. McDonald, of Logan, married Miss Scaggs; Lewis, the son of Joseph, married, first Miss McDonald, second Miss Keffer.  John C., Floyd and Colonel Isaac E. were never married; the two former died in the army during the Civil War.    Colonel Isaac E. lived on the McDonald homestead, in Wyoming County, until 1876, when he purchased, by exchange, the valuable farm of Mr. George Pearis George, on Bluestone, in Tazewell County, Virginia.  Colonel Isaac E. was a member of the Virginia Legislature in 1861, and of the West Virginia Senate for several years.

The family of William McDonald, son of Edward, consisted of one son, Edward, who married a Miss Black, of Montgomery County, and daughters, of whom one married Harmon Newberry, one William G. Mustard, one Zachary T. Weaver, and one Captain Robert H. Bane.

Stephen McDonald's family went west many years ago.  He had two sons, Andrew McDonald and Crockett McDonald; the latter married Miss Ellen Hall, then of Princeton, West Virginia.  He died several years ago, leaving three children, two sons and a daughter, who, with their mother, live in the state of Kansas.  Joseph, William and Stephen all died about the beginning of or during the Civil War.  Colonel Isaac E. died a few years ago, leaving the major part of his valuable estate to his nephew, Walter

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McDonald Sanders, who also died some two or three years ago, leaving a widow and three or four infant children, who, with their mother, reside on the Bluestone farm.

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More information:

About Bryan McDonald, Jr.

Kegley's Virginia Frontier, Community Life on the James and the Roanoke, Page 199-200: "Bryan McDonald, Sr. of Buffalo Creek of Roanoke, came to Virginia from Mill Creek Hundred, New Castle County Delaware, about the year 1745. He was the son of Bryan McDonald (McDonnell) and Mary Combs who came to America about 1684. His brothers and sisters were John, William, James, Mary, Richard and Anabel. His wife was Catherine Robinson, daughter of neighbor James Robinson and sister of George Robinson, who was sponsoring the new settlement in Virginia. Her mother was Catherine Howell.

This Bryan McDonald was born about 1686, married in 1713, moved to Virginia in 1745 and died in 1757. He was 59 years old when he came and his older children were grown. The sons were Richard, James, Edward, Joseph, and Bryan; the daughters, Rebecca, Catherine, Mary and Priscilla. Edward married Mary Robinson and lived at the forks of the Great Road to the west, later Amsterdam; Joseph married Elizabeth Ogle and lived near Edward and afterward on Toms Creek of New River; Rebecca married James Bane and lived first on the Roanoke and later Toms Creek; Bryan married Susan Ogle and lived opart of his father's homeplace; James lived near Edward and Bryan; one of the girls married John Armstrong and lived near her father's home later in Kentucky.

Those who died early in the settlement were buried in the McDonald or Glebe graveyard at the corner of Edward's land. The old Bryan McDonald place is at the head spring of Buffalo or Tinker Creek. The first home was probably over the divide on Catawba but not far away. There has always been a road through the gap by the end of Tinker Mountain, so the selection of land was an advantageous though exposed one. For generations, there were McDonalds there, but now only their old houses tell the story of their thrift and influence. "

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CHAPTER III

Dr. Thomas Fowler II

PART I   HISTORY OF SUMMERS COUNTY

PART II   THE STORY OF THOMAS AND PRISCILLA

PART III  “INDIAN”

PART IV   RED SULPHUR SPRINGS

PART V   HISTORY OF A FAVORITE SLAVE

PART VI  DESCENDANTS OF DR. THOMAS FOWLER

PART VII DESCENDANTS OF MARY POLLY PRISCILLA FOWLER   (Niece of DR. THOMAS FOWLER)

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PART I

Source:                                                                                                         

History of Summers County, West Virginia  

Pages 479 – 488

J.H. Miller, 1908                                        

 

THE FOWLER FAMILY

The Fowler name is no more mentioned among those of the residents of the county, but no complete history of our territory would be perfect without mention of this illustrious family. The impress of a family of people with the strong characteristics of the Fowlers will be felt in any community in which they have made their habitations.

The founder of the Fowler family in this State was Dr. Thomas Fowler, who died at his large and elegant old-time Virginia plantation "Indian," as he named it, on April 2, 1858, in the 60th year of his age. He was born in the State of Tennessee, having been a native of Cocke County. When quite a young man he located at Tazewell, Va., and later emigrated to the mouth of Indian Creek, then in Monroe County. He married Priscilla Breckenridge Chapman, daughter of Isaac Chapman, of Giles County, Va. She died at the age of 73, at "Indian." She. as well as her husband, figured in the trials and events of the early settlement of that land, and in the events of the early settlements of the progress of peace and order and society there.

She was a pattern of the noble womanhood bred in her day. She. like her cotemporaries, rose to a peculiar dignity of character that was imparted to the exigencies of the early days and the brave part they sustained in social life. Trial and familiarity with the practical philosophy of a daily life gave strength and nobility of mien to female virtue and grace. Mrs. Fowler was an estimable lady — a member of that community of brave and admirable ladies. Dr. Fowler's plantation was located on the thoroughfare much traveled in ante-railroad days, being on the old Red Sulphur Turnpike, and among the wayfarers in that day were the leading people in politics, commerce and public concerns generally, and the beautiful residence of Dr. Fowler gave rest and recreation to the fatigued traveler, which gave the place a widely spread fame. Dr. Fowler lived at Tazewell from 1826 to 1835. the date of his emigration to the land now known as West Virginia, and of Summers County.

Dr. Thomas Fowler was a direct descendant of the English Fowlers, among his ancestors there having been the Lord Mayor of London, and another, an English Episcopal bishop of that name.

Dr. Fowler's grandfather came to America directly from England. He was an eminent physician, became a large owner of slaves, and acquired into one plantation a large part of the territory around Indian Creek, on which he erected a fine brick mansion on a beautiful eminence overlooking the New River, and almost opposite the Crump mansion on the noted Crump's Bottom, across the river. This brick mansion is still standing and will stand for ages. The walls are very thick, of brick and mortar, with fine locust doors and window facings, and dressed stone basements. The building is located on one of the most beautiful natural locations in all the country.

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The lands of Dr. Fowler have been divided up, and are now held by many farmers. The mansion, with about 150 acres of the home place, is now owned by Mr. Tabor, of Arkansas, who purchased it from Captain C. R. Price some three years ago. Chas. A. Raber, Ward Simms, Dr. Wykel and a number of others own the remainder of the lands.

At the time of the~ Emancipation Proclamation of President Lincoln, the estate of Dr. Fowler owned a number of slaves, who, with their descendants, reside in the county, among them is Susan Muse, who lives in Hinton, and her son Samuel. Hon. I. C. Fowler, a few years ago learned accidentally that Susan's lot in Hinton was advertised for sale for non-payment of taxes. He immediately sent the writer a check to redeem the lot, and something for Aunt Susan besides; Patrick Lee was another of his slaves, with Oliver Lee and Amy Banks, his children, who live in Hinton at this time; Willis Dickinson, Beverly Stanard and others of his slaves now live at Stockyards. A number of these colored people remained long after their emancipation at the Fowler place, and were loath to leave their old masters, so greatly were they beloved, and some remained with them on the old place until the last of the Fowler descendants had parted with the last remnant of the estate. Patrick Lee and his wife, "Aunt Sallie" (the latter still living in Hinton), were deeded about 150 acres to enable them to spend their old age in comfort, free and without a cent's pay, by the children of Dr. Fowler, Mrs. Pearis, Mrs. Johnston and Hon. I. C. Fowler, so kindly did they feel towards these faithful servants. 

 

Dr. Fowler left surviving him six children, Hon. I. C. Fowler, of Bristol and Abingdon, who died in 1905; Dr. Allen Fowler, who died in May 1902, in Salt Lake City, where he located after the war, having accumulated a large fortune and acquired a great reputation as a physician and surgeon.

Hon. I. C. Fowler was five times elected to the House of Delegates of Virginia and was the Speaker of that body. He was a politician of character and a statesman of ability — stumped the State in the days of the Funders and the Readjusters; was one of the trusted followers, counselors and lieutenants of Gen. William Mahone in his political career in the Old Dominion. He, with his brother, Elbert Fowler, founded the "Bristol News," a newspaper, at Bristol, Virginia-Tennessee, and was its chief editorial writer for many years.

He was a brilliant, forceful and clear-cut writer. He was later appointed by Judges Paull and Bond as clerk of both the U. S. District and Circuit Courts, which positions he held until his resignation on account of failing health, when his son-in-law, Stuart F. Lindsay, was appointed as his successor. He was a soldier in the Confederate Army and a Republican in politics.

The second son of Dr. Thomas Fowler died in Texas in 1867. The third son, Hon. Elbert Fowler, died in Hinton, on March 21, 1884. A more extended sketch will be found elsewhere in this book.

There were two daughters, Amanda L., who married Dr. Thos. Pearis, (Should be Robert A. Pearis) died several years ago; Mary, who married Hon. James D. Johnston, also died a few years ago; he was one of the eminent lawyers of Southwest Virginia. The only child of Dr. Fowler now living is Mrs. Amanda Pearis, who resides in Roanoke, Va. She had two children, Fowler Pearis, a mining engineer of note, who recently died while in the employment of the Norfolk & Western Railway Company; and Miss Louise, who resides with her mother in the city of Roanoke. Hon. I. C. Fowler left no sons. Dr. Allen Fowler was never married. Hon. Elbert Fowler left two sons, Bailey and Elbert, who are now citizens of Georgia. The daughters of I. C. Fowler are Mrs. Stuart F. Lindsay, Mrs. Mary Louise Preston and Mrs. Priscilla Chapman Fowler Goodwyn.

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PART II

A Biography of Thomas and Priscilla and their move to “Indian” 

(As Written)                                                                                                 

By I. C. Fowler

 

EDITOR'S NOTE: The Story of David and Icelia Fowler By I.C. Fowler Date written (Date Uncertain)  After comparing the following storyline to I.C. Fowler’s autobiography and his diaries, I have concluded that the following is an account of the migration of Thomas and Priscilla Fowler from Tazewell to “Indian”.  After much digging, I can find no David Fowler nor Icelia records in Tazewell County.  Icelia is the name of I.C. Fowler’s daughter and David is her husband, David Preston. 

The dates of family members and locations all point to Dr. Thomas Fowler – If so, it is curious as to why the names were changed.  David aka Thomas Fowler, Icelia aka Priscilla Breckenridge Chapman and Robert aka I.C. Fowler.

Also no mention of Thomas as being an M.D. – By all accounts he looks to have been a man of some means at the beginning of this episode.

Original documents: Some pages are typed, and some are hand-written transcriptions. (As Written)

 

HIS STORY:

     The sun shining through the trees cast myriad shadows.  It was the afternoon of a hot summer day in the year 1835.  The beauty and stillness of the Virginia mountains was broken by the creaking of wagon wheels and the clop-clop of horse’s hoof beats.  Into a clearing, at the top of the mountain, came a wagon, pulled by two tired and sweaty horses.  Tied to the back of the wagon by a short lead rope, a weary saddlehorse with head drooping, slowly plodded along. 

     The wagon, old, heavy, canvas-covered, and in need of repair was piled high with the household goods of its three sleepy, exhausted occupants.  Looking closely, it was easy to see that their journey had been one of hardship and suffering.

   They had left the town of Tazewell, which was sixty miles away through mountainous country.  The trail they had been following, no more than a footpath, was used many years ago by the Indians as they journeyed from one region of the country to another.  Now for the first time, a wagon was leaving its wheel tracks for the settlers of the future to follow.

     All that day, it had been, climb, rest the horses for a short time and then slowly climb some more.  The trail up the mountain had been torturous as it wended its snake-like way, slowly to the top.

     Reaching the middle of the clearing, the horses came to a halt, their legs quivering from the work they had been doing that day.  Their sides heaved as they sucked in great breaths of air.

 

     The grass in the clearing was a foot high.  The virgin forest around them on three sides was alive with the chatter of birds talking to each other.  Looking closely, squirrels perched in the trees could be seen

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peering at the travelers and then madly chattering as if to say they resented the intrusion of their domain.

    On the seat of the wagon sat David Fowler and his wife, Icelia.  Inside the wagon, on a bed of blankets, Robert, their three-year-old son tossed fretfully in his sleep.

     Looking back along the trail, David thought of the many hours of toil that had been spent in chopping a way through the shrubs and brush that dotted the mountainsides.  His muscles ached from the labor of the logs that had to be hauled from the path they had to follow.

     As their gaze wandered to the other side of the clearing, the beauty of what lay before them, revived their waning spirits.  Their eyes beheld a valley nestled among the moun-tains.  Through the center of this valley, a river flowed between acres of green grass.  Forest reaching from the green grass, to the foot of the mountains, brought thoughts of buildings that could be constructed from the lumber.

       The spell was finally broken by a small plaintive cry from within the wagon – Robert was calling for water.

     David and Icelia exchanged anxious looks.  They had been worried about their son.  From birth, he had been a sickly child and was now suffering from croup and sore throat.  His condition was the reason for their journeying so far from the town that had seen them both grow up and marry.  They felt that nature would help them in their fight to build him into a strong healthy man.

     Icelia asked David to get Robert some water.  Swinging down from the wagon seat he made his way to the side of the wagon, on which was strapped a water barrel.

     Taking a dipperful he passed it to Icelia, who by this time was at her sick son’s side.

     The inside of the wagon was hot from the sun beating down on it.  Robert’s frail body was burning with fever, as he tossed restlessly to and fro.

     Gulping the water thirstily, he looked up into his mother’s anxious eyes.  He saw a face that though young and pretty, was now lined with worry.  She was saying a silent prayer asking her Maker for help in this time of need.

     Icelia, taking a cloth and wetting it with water applied it to her son’s feverish brow.  Soon the cooling effects of the water and her fanning caused his body to relax into a peaceful sleep. Closing her eyes and leaning back against the side of the wagon, her thoughts went back to the years gone by.  Soon even these thoughts left her and she was in a deep sleep.

     David seeing them both asleep quietly went about preparing for that night’s camp.  He unhitched the horses and tethered them close to the wagon.  Rubbing down their wet sides with great handfuls of grass, he soon had them dry.  From the water barrel, he brought them just enough water to slake their thirst.  He realized the great amount of work that would have to be done in the future by himself and the horses, so he was concerned as much about them as he was of his family.  After watering them, he patted their sides and left them to graze on the sweet mountain grass.

     Walking to the wagon, he got his axe and slinging it over his shoulder, strode toward the forest, from which he soon returned with an armful of wood.  Clearing a place in the thick grass, he had a fire burning on which to cook their dinner.  Returning to the back of the wagon he cut from a huge smoked ham,

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enough meat for their meal.  The frying pan was taken down from its hook in the wagon.  David with both hands full slowly made his way back to the fire.  Soon the pleasant aroma of frying ham curled its way up from the pan.

     Stepping up on the wagon, David gently awoke Icelia and told her to leave Robert for a while to come and eat some food.  Icelia slowly stretched her cramped body making sure not to disturb Robert.  Handing David some cornbread which she took from a box under the seat of the wagon, they both made their way to the ground.

     Seated on the ground by the fire they were soon lost in their enjoyment of the food.  Time was not wasted in talking, as both of them were hungry from their hard day's work.  After finishing their meal, Icelia broke the silence by asking David, how long he thought it would be before they would reach the place they were going to.

     Icelia, he said, if the weather stays as it is and nothing happens to the horses or the wagon, we will be there around this time tomorrow.

     David told her of how on one of his many camping and hunting trips in years gone by, he had crossed this mountain by horseback and rode down into the valley.  The river afforded him much fishing and the hunting, with its birds and animals, was a place that had forever stayed in his heart.  He had made a vow, that at some future time, he would return to build a home and spend the rest of his life in its peaceful environs.

     Icelia seeing its beauty could understand David’s love for the valley.  Sitting at her husband’s side, she too, silently made a vow that her life would be devoted to helping him build this home.

     Like one, they both got up and taking each other’s hand, walked to the edge of the clearing overlooking the valley.  To them, it seemed as if the grass in the valley was beckoning them to come down.  The movement of the grass was caused by the soft wind passing over it.

     David, clutching Icelia’s hand tightly asked her if she thought she would like living so far away from other people and its attendant loneliness.  – David, she replied, when I am with my family, I am never lonely.  David’s face broke into a smile, leaning over he kissed her gently on the forehead.  They then turned around and walked back to the fire.

     Icelia left him to climb into the wagon to see if Robert was still sleeping.  Looking lovingly at him, she envisioned the future and what it held in store for her son.  Through her teachings, he would learn to live the life of a Southern gentleman.  With David’s help, he would learn to ride, hunt, fish, and extract from the soil the full benefits of nature.

     The shadow of night was fast falling as she left Robert to help David prepare for the night.

     In her absence, he had cut a load of grass that was now piled high beneath the wagon.  Over this, he had thrown a canvas, which was to serve as their bed.  He was now returning from the forest with an armful of wood, with which to keep the fires burning throughout the night.  Over the fire was hung a cooking pot in which their evening meal was now simmering.

    He told Icelia that he had yet to water the horses and prepare them for the night after which he would join her at the fire which by now was blazing brightly.  In a short while, he was back and they both sat

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down to eat their fragile meal.  The fire cast its dancing shadows all about them.  As they gazed aloft, they could see millions of stars carpeting the deep greyish-blue sky of the night.  Finishing their meal, they got up from the fire and walked to the wagon.

     David swung himself up into the wagon and reappeared with Robert, wrapped in blankets to keep out the clear, crisp air of the night, in his arms.  He was awake and a little cross.  David passed him to Icelia who carried him over to the fire.  Robert said his throat was still a little sore and hurt when he swallowed.  They brewed some tea for him which relieved the soreness somewhat.

     Icelia, warming some water over the fire, washed her little son’s body.  Wrapping him carefully in the blankets again, she carried him to the bed that David had prepared for them.

     Lying down with Robert nestled in her arms, the soft, fresh-smelling grasses soon lulled them to sleep.  David came over from the fire and looking down at them sleeping so peacefully, covered them with blankets and returned to the fire.  Fixing it for the night he rejoined his family, laid down beside them, and was soon fast asleep.

     The brightness of the morning sun awoke the sleepy travelers.  Refreshed after a good night’s rest, David and Icelia crawled from beneath the wagon to stretch their aching limbs.  Taking deep breaths of the clean mountain air they made ready for the day’s journey.

     Robert awoke calling for his mother.  She went to him and feeling his brow was relieved to find that the fever had subsided.  She asked him how his throat felt and he replied that it no longer hurt and that he was hungry.

     Icelia happily called to David to tell him the good news.  He was busily building a fire to cook their morning meal.  Stopping what he was doing he rushed over to them both to see for himself that his ears had not been wrong.  The three of them, David carrying Robert, and Icelia walking by his side laughingly made their way to the fire.

     David left Icelia and Robert, going to the water barrel to get water for the horses which he gave to them.  Icelia, bundling Robert in a blanket prepared their morning meal which was ready.  Icelia, calling David told him breakfast was ready. They were both so excited about the day trip ahead of them that in no time at all they were through the meal and making preparation for breaking camp to be on their way.  After loading the wagon, David helped Icelia and Robert to its seat.  He then hitched up the horses.  Jumping up to the seat, David took the reins in his hands and clucking to the horses, they were at last on the final day of the journey.

     The trip down the mountain was uneventful and by noon time were on the broad plain of the valley.  The grass was high, its color green and its smell an aroma matched only by its beauty.  They could see rabbits and other small game running through the tall stalks as they made their way to the center of the valley.

     Stopping the horses on a slight rise of the valley floor near the banks of the river, David proudly announced that at some future date, a house would stand on this very spot overlooking the river as a monument for the work that was to come.  Waving his arms around him he told Icelia of his plans for planting acres and acres of cotton and tobacco.

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     There also would be planted enough wheat, grain, and vegetables for themselves.  On the other side of the river, the corral would be built to hold the cattle he planned to raise.  The river could be crossed by building a log bridge across its narrowest point which was not far from where they were now standing.  The lumber could be gotten from the not-so-far distant forest.  The forest and valley both were rich in all kinds of animal life so a scarcity of meat they thought would never be felt.

     The three of them, getting down from the wagon busily went ahead making ready for a makeshift home.

     Unhitching the horses from the wagon and taking his axe with him, David, riding his horse led them toward the forest.  Soon could be heard the chop of the hard axe, biting its way into the trees that had been undisturbed for centuries back.  David hummed a tune as he carefully trimmed each tree after it had fallen.  It was late afternoon when he got back to where he had left his family.

     Icelia had a fire going and was now cooking over its glowing embers.  She told David of how she had been down to the river’s edge to wash clothes which he could now see stretched out over the tall grass.  She laughingly told him of how she about stepped on a rabbit as she walked toward the river.  She said she did not know who was the most scared, she or the rabbit.

     Dark was now falling and soon nightfall would envelop them in its dark cloak.  Work would have to be done before it came so they both went ahead making camp for the night. Looking back a few years later to that last campfire, David and Icelia could see the work that had been done since that time.

     A long, low, log cabin served as their home.  In the back of it stood a building made of logs that was used as a barn for the livestock.  Another building served as a storehouse.  This also was of logs.  The land had been cleared of the grass and in its place, cotton, tobacco, and farmer produce was now growing.

     During the first year, David had returned to Tazewell to buy a few pigs and cattle which were now grazing on the land adjoining the house.  Fences cut from the forest timbers reached out afar to encircle their land.

     The years had been good to them, their livestock had multiplied, the truck farm was yielding more than enough for their wants and they had tobacco and cotton stored away to be taken to the markets later on.

    Robert was growing into a sturdy youngster, he loved to go to the forest with his father and watch him chop down trees.  It meant that he would ride in the saddle in front of David and hold the reins in his hands.  As it was an all-day trip, the lunch that was in the saddle bags served as a picnic for Robert.  Icelia proudly watched them ride away and anxiously looked forward to their return.

     She could see that nature was indeed helping.

     Years had rolled by.  Fowler Estate was now a reality.  The house with its pillars rising to the roof gave it a colonial air.  Surrounding the house were smaller houses tenanted by the negro slaves that worked the fields.  Cotton, tobacco, and vegetable plants could be seen growing in abundance.

     David had started out with 2 slaves that had been sent to him from Icelia’s father’s house.  In the succeeding years, he had bought more until now 10 slaves occupied the small houses.  They were a

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happy lot of people and at night music and singing could be heard as they gathered, after a day’s work, around the nightly fire.

     Robert used to visit and sit with the negroes, listening to and joining in at times with their chanting.  Joe, a young negro Robert’s age was his playmate.  Many times, the two of them could be seen, stalking through the woods that enclosed the estate, hunting for deer, bear, or many kinds of birds that found haven in the woods.  Fishing in the streams that flowed through the estate was another of their pleasures.

        One day on one of their hunting trips the two boys were engrossed in the lure of bear tracks.  Robert said, “Joe, I think we will get us a bear today.  You go around the hill and I will follow the trail ahead.  We will meet at the junction a short distance away.  Joe, keep your eyes open and your gun ready, and be careful.”

      Robert, after Joe’s leaving, followed the bear prints along the trail.  His eyes glued to the ground did not see the two beady eyes watching him from behind a large boulder.  The stillness caused Robert to look up almost too late.  Hastily shouldering his gun, he fired but in his haste his aim was poor.  Instead of killing the bear, he only wounded him.  The bear in a rage, charged at Robert, who fired again, causing only another minor wound, which further infuriated the animal.  Robert turned to run but stumbled and fell to the ground.  Robert cried out, “Joe, Joe, Help!”  Just as the bear reached Robert, a report came from on top of the hill.  Joe silently praying that aim would be true, had fired at the charging bear.  The bullet flew true to its mark.  The bear fell dead across Robert’s trembling body.  Joe came running down the hill at breakneck speed and crying “Master, Master, are you hurt?”  Tugging frantically at the carcass he rolled it off of Robert’s still form.  Thinking Robert was seriously hurt, Joe covered his face with his hands and started crying.

     Robert’s moaning brought Joe to the realization that his young master was alive.  Tenderly lifting Robert’s head, Joe placed it in his lap and started swaying back and forth, tears rolling down his cheeks.

     Soon Robert was able o sit up, gingerly touching his body. He found that outside of a claw mark on his shoulder, he was all right.  “Joe,” he said, “that was mighty close and if it weren’t for you, I would not be alive.  When I get home, I will tell mother & dad that you are not to be a slave in the fields anymore, but will be a servant in the big house.  I will also teach you how to read and write so that you in turn can help your people to learn things.”

     Robert and Joe followed the trail toward home.  They were both very excited over the day’s event.  Their hurrying footsteps soon were echoing on the broad veranda of the estate.

    Icelia was sitting in a large easy chair, her fingers busily sewing.  Looking up from her work, her eyes came to rest on Robert’s torn clothes.  The sewing fell to the floor as she got up to rush to her son.  “Robert!” she cried, “what happened to you?”  He told her of his narrow escape from the bear.  After assuring her that he was all right, he followed his mother to the kitchen where she busily cleaned the wound on his shoulder.      

                                       

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PART III

“INDIAN”

“Indian”

At The Mouth of Indian Creek, West Virginia 

the family home of Dr. Thomas Fowler

Excerpts from “History of Summers County from the Earliest Settlement to the   Present Time” written in 1908    

We have the following snippets:

 

“The founder of the Fowler family in this State was Dr. Thomas Fowler, who died  at his large and elegant old-time Virginia plantation "Indian," as he named it, on April 2, 1858,…”

And

“…..He was an eminent physician, became a large owner of slaves, and acquired into one plantation a large part of the territory around Indian Creek, on which he erected a fine brick mansion on a beautiful eminence overlooking the New River, and almost opposite the Crump mansion on the noted Crump's Bottom, across the river. This brick mansion is still standing and will stand for ages. The walls are very thick, of brick and mortar, with fine locust doors and window facings, and dressed stone basements.

The building is located on one of the most beautiful natural locations in all the country. The lands of Dr. Fowler have been divided up, and are now held by many farmers. The mansion, with about 150 acres of the home place, is now owned by Mr. Tabor, of Arkansas, who purchased it from Captain C. R. Price some three years ago. Chas. A. Baber, Ward Simms, Dr. Wykel and a number of others own the remainder of the lands…..”  

Indian Creek flows westward into the New River – the Fowlers living on the east side of the river.  The home was eventually owned by the Dixon family when in the late 1940s it was inundated by the creation of Lake Bluestone.

On the left we have the creek flowing into the New River.  There appears to be a large home located on the creek –  Across the river we see the Crump mansion (Upper right)

 

Source:                                                         

Dixon Mansion in Summers County, W. Va.         

Identifier:  047578                                                                           

Collection Number:  3762

Title:  Dixon Mansion in Summers County, W. Va.         

Date:  undated

 

The Crump Mansion, located across the New River from Indian.  It too, met its demise before the creation of Lake Bluestone.

Description: 

Looking at the mansion located at the mouth of Indian Creek, on the north side of Old Forest Hill District. A few cows are pictured on the right of the house behind the trees.

Subjects:  Homes., Counties--Summers.     

 

Acquisition Source: 

Trial, Stephen D. & Fred Long                       

Acquisition Method:  Gift                                                                                                                             

 Medium:  print                                                                                                       

Projects:  West Virginia History OnView

From: “The History of Summers County…” previously mentioned we see:

“…..On the 12th day of March, 1885. Mr. Fowler came to Hinton, from his farm at “Indian”, a distance of sixteen miles up New River from Hinton, stopping at the office of the firm at the court house for some time,…..”

Note:  The New River is one of very few rivers in North America that actually flows north.

 

Source:                                                                                                 

Dixon Manor House On the Banks of New River, Summers  County,W.Va.

Identifier:  048172       

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                             

 

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Collection Number:  3762 

Title:  Dixon Manor House On the Banks of New River, Summers County, W. Va.  

Date:  ca. 1948                                                                                               

Creator:  Keller, Robert R.                                                                             

Description:  The home is pictured next to the river which flows toward the mouth of Indian Creek.      

Subjects:  Rivers--New River., Homes., Rivers--West Virginia--Summers County., Counties--Summers.                                                                       

Geographic:  New River (N.C.-W. Va.)  

 

Acquisition Source: 

Trail, Stephen D. & Fred Long              

Acquisition Method:  Gift                                                                               

Medium:  print                                                                                               

Projects:  West Virginia History OnView

Photos courtesy Rita Springer, great-granddaughter of I.C. Fowler

CRUMP’S BOTTOM

Closest neighbors of Dr. Thomas Fowler (across the New River)  Frequently  mentioned by I. C. Fowler.

The Crump Mansion, located across the New River from "Indian".  It too, met the same fate.

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Beckley Post-Herald                                                                                       

Beckley, West Virginia                                                                                     

Fri, Aug. 22, 1958                                                                                            

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Development, the demise of Top Farming Area 

by Shirley Donnelly.

Today's story will be about bricks. Francis Pollock of Taunton, Somerset Street. Hinton got me started out this way by sending me a brick that is ancient of days. It is a brick that was liberated from the gorgeous old colonial mansion that stood for so long and noted Crump's bottom in the southern end of Somerset County, second youngest county in West Virginia today. Give heed and some of the story of the Grabber celebrated piece will be narrated as one contemplates the mansion and the place like Buddha contemplates his navel as shown in all his statue. It makes me think of the glory that was green and the grand year that was room to mix up the nationality and change the language from Greek and Latin to Hebrew. That mansion and its Broadmeadows, which once were glorious, now has written all over it and invisible letters the Hebrew word Ichabod meaning the glory is departed.

To get to the site of this place, one might have to risk life and limb. Branch off Route 20 at the hamlet of Pipestem and head east. Leave 20 where a pointer says Bull Falls, a falls in the river that was so named because a bull was washed over the few feet high fall of years ago. You'll get there if you keep on going. It is some little distance from picturesque Bull Falls. Crump's bottom is a level land included nowadays in the government reserve, which heads up Bluestone Reservoir. They tell me that close on to 1800 acres of land made up of rich and fertile fields. As early as 1753 white people lived at this location long before that time the Indians are said to have had a village there. About the year before the Revolutionary War broke out, one Thomas Farley acquired the place and erected what was known to history as Farley's fort. This was close to where Indian Creek pours its flood into New River. After owning the remote property for 18 years, Farley disposed of it to William Crump, who gave the land its lasting name. Crump became a field grade officer in the Confederate Army with the rank of Major.

He liked his land and long before the Civil War had erected the mansion that continued to grace the remote property, Crump built a house of 22 rooms in this vast manor house was constructed of bricks made by his N***o slaves hard by the sight. A feature of the home was the four columns on the front porch. Those four columns were solid single poplar logs that had been cut from the forest primeval virgin timber. They were and none could dispute it. The interior of the mansion was finished, replete with walnut and wild cherry, both woods capable of a high polish. His mansion was in keeping with his imperious spirit, he entertained an all-out forlorn style. Silver came from great and near great of all the area. Crump was a southern gentleman of the old school. Hospitality was the watchword of Crump’s Bottom There the guests ate, drank, danced with lights Fantastic too and made merry. It was an event in one's life to be entertained at the Crump's home there, Crump lived until 80 years of age, dying in the year 1877.

William G. Cramp, son of the old major, took over when his father passed on but died eight years after his father's death. Here was a shining example of that old saying If a man write a better book, preaches a better sermon or makes a better mousetrap. Though he lived in the wilderness, the world will make a beaten path to his door. To the Crump mansion. People came to visit. They left with the feeling that the

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half had never yet been told about its glory. They felt like the Queen of Sheba is said to have felt after visiting King Solomon in all his glory when she took such a shine to his wisdom. After the Crump dynasty went the way of all flesh. The famous farm and its palace passed into the ownership of Colonel John G. Crockett, another who had followed the stars and bars of the lost cause. Long did the dowdy old colonel owned the property, but in 1902 his advancing years led him to let it go to G.W. Harman. Gentleman farmer from the gray limestone hills of Tazewell County, Virginia. Harman was not a man of as much spit and polish as were the late Confederate soldiers who owned the place prior to him. On the contrary, he was given to spitting on his hands, rolling up his sleeves and going after it in work, fashion, elbow grease was his specialty.

Under Harmon s efforts, the bottom s Blossom Lake Virus, his land yielded its increase in noble fashion after the death of G.W. Harmon. His son W e Harmon, took over. He was a chip off the old block and farmed the land like a trooper. Then came along the U. S government, with its flood control idea which culminated in the Bluestone Reservoir as we know it today. Bill Harmon kicked like a boy steer when the government insisted on taking his property under the right and authority of eminent domain, but it did not do him any good. He came out at the little end of the horn by having to surrender one of the best farms in southern West Virginia in November 1948, Harmon quit his beloved home place with a sigh that equaled that of the moors and they had to quit Spain with its lovely Alhambra. In recent days, the old mansion has been demolished. It was from the bricks of the historic and wealthy old house that Francis Pollock got this brick from Montague best and sent it to me. It is going to have a place alongside some other slave-made bricks at ups and downs about which you will read tomorrow if you follow this column another day. They all bespeak a time of an era that indeed and in truth lie too deep for tears.

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PART IV

Red Sulphur Springs, West Virginia

Editor’s Note:  Red Sulphur Springs was a hotel and spa resort being the closest inhabited place to the Mouth of Indian Creek where “Indian” was located.  Often mentioned in the writings of the Fowler family – It is frequently referred to as “Red”.  It was the site of the local Post Office and a popular gathering place for the sparsely settled communities.

Source:                                                                                                         

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Red Sulphur Springs is an unincorporated community in Monroe County, West Virginia, USA. It once boasted the Red Sulphur Springs Hotel. It is located on West Virginia Route 12, close to Indian Creek.  It was the closest estab-lishment of any size to the Dr. Thomas Fowler home at the Mouth of Indian Creek and was the rendezvous spot for many of the Fowler interactions.  The resort has been demolished with only a few out-buildings remaining. 

History

Red Sulphur Springs was known as a watering place since 1800. The springs were purchased by Dr. William Burke of Richmond in 1830, who built a hotel to accommodate up to 350 guests. Among the notable guests to the springs were Chief Justice of the Supreme Court Roger Taney and Francis Scott Key. The resort was disrupted by the Civil War. Ownership passed to Levi Morton, who had been Vice-President of the United States under Benjamin Harrison. He expanded the hotel, but the resort eventually failed. It was sold during World War I and divided into parcels, and the buildings demolished.

A Visit to the Red Sulphur Spring of Virginia by Henry Huntt.

Physician to Presidents James Monroe, John Q. Adams, and Andrew Jackson, Henry Huntt maintained an active practice among the citizens of Washington D.C. In March 1837 he “was attacked with a slight hemorrhage from the lungs, attended with other symptoms indicating a diseased state of those important organs.” Eventually he lost 20 pounds and experienced an “increased cough, copious, morbid expectoration, hectic chills, fever, and night sweats.” So, in the middle of July 1837, he traveled from Washington to Red Sulphur Springs where he found the buildings “spacious and conveniently arranged” and the servants “prompt and obedient.” Dr. Huntt drank the spring water, eventually increasing his consumption to 12 glasses a day. He was unexpectedly called home after three weeks, but wrote that the use of the water led to the “manifest alleviation of the most pressing symptoms of my complaint.” His health continued to be better for months after he departed Red Sulphur Springs, and he credited the water. However, a little more than a year later, on September 21, 1838, he died and was buried in the Congressional Cemetery.

He said:

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“The forest trees of the eastern and western mountains, have been cut down by Mr. Burke, the present worthy proprietor of the Spring, so that this delightful glen enjoys the purifying influence of the sun from seven o’clock in the morning until near five in the afternoon, which makes the grounds much drier than they formerly were, and less liable to morning fogs. Regular stages, or post coaches, arrive here daily, both from the north and south. It is but justice to the amicable and intelligent proprietor, to say, that the improvements he has made, within the short period of four years since he has had the control, give assurance that, should he live a few years longer, the Red Sulphur Spring will not be excelled by any of the numerous places of resort among the salubrious mountains of the Old Dominion, either in magnificence of scenery, beauty, taste, comfort or health. “{Huntt, 19}

From Diary of Grace Hunter:

The diary of Grace Fenton Hunter:

This journal was written in 1838 by the daughter of Muscoe Garnett Hunter and Grace Fenton Garnett. She was born August 4th, 1817, lived at Elmwood in Essex County, Virginia, and probably died in 1839 or 1840. Hunter describes her six weeks at the Red Sulphur Springs as monotonous days of reading, visiting, going to the spring, walking, riding, and resting. She mentions two deaths that occurred at the Red Sulphur during her visit. She writes of her cough, toothache, and general weakness and debility. Dr. and Mrs. Burke are frequently mentioned. She did not think the time at the spring was profitable for her health and was glad when her stay there was nearing an end.

Letter from Grace Fenton Hunter, 1838:

Hunter’s letter is more positive than her diary entry, both written on her 21st birthday and the day after. She writes in her diary that she feels badly and is melancholy with thoughts of hopes overthrown and wasted time. By contrast, the letter discusses the health of Hunter and her companions as seemingly better and more mundane topics such as the weather, food, and people at the springs and at home. Both mention the death of Mrs. Nesbitt.

This photo is the frontispiece from a book about a visit in the summer of 1837 to the Red Sulphur Springs by Henry Huntt.

Significance:                               

One of the state's noted 19th century resorts, Red Sulphur was at one time considered second only to White Sulphur Springs in the extent of its accommodations, which included a piazza 475' long connecting the various cottage rows. In spite of such amenities Red Sulphur was never considered as socially correct as its neighboring spas. During the Civil War, the Buildings served as a Confederate hospital. The resort was owned by Vice President Levi P. Morton at the turn of the century.

Survey number:   HABS WV-120                                                                                                            Building/structure dates: ca. 1832 Initial Construction

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PART V

 

HISTORY OF A FAVORITE SLAVE IN VIRGINIA.

 

                 LIFE TRAITS, TRICKS AND TRAPS OF JESSEE FORTNER.                 

By I. C. Fowler

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I.C. Fowler                                                                                                                                                Bristol News,                                                                                                                                          November 5, 1869                                                                                                                                  (An Editorial)

Eighty Years Journey to the Promise Land, and Death in the Wilderness of Emancipation.

     By reference to the last will and testament of my grandfather, I find that he purchased Jessee Fortner of John Kirk, who lived on Walker’s Creek, in the County of Giles, Virginia, and to whom he was born a slave in 1786. My first accounts of him represent him as filling certain offices of trust and preferment in the family, such as carrying the keys of the establishment, sowing the grain crops of the farm, and giving general oversight to the “plantation” when the eye of his master was diverted by other matters. In a position so trying and delicate, he managed to maintain the confidence of the white family and to avoid alike the envy and the ill will of the colored ones. At the close of my grandfather’s life, he passed by inheritance into my father’s possession, and after having served a portion of three generations, he passed away in the year 1866, at the ripe old age of four score years. His birth was at the time when Western Virginia was little more than a field for the adventures of the frontiersman. He lived to see it opened and tilled by a people noted for their honor and their hospitality, and finally for a season seized and politically possessed by a class noted for its cruelty, ignorance, and excesses.

     Notwithstanding Jesse’s position was one of ease and distinction, he seems to have imbibed in early life and ardent desire for freedom. As years passed on this desire became a passion and afterward a mental disease. I never knew him to forget or abandon the dream. While quite young he was married to Milly, who my grandfather purchased of John Sartin, on Walker’s Creek, in Giles County. Few marriages are destined to exist for so many years. The number of their children was scarcely less than 20, and those who are now living have their homes in various portions of the country. In complexion, Jesse was a degree above the perfect black, and his wife a degree below it. Some of their offspring are the blackest portion of the African race I have ever seen, their complexion amounting almost to a deformity. In stature, he was little above 5 feet, but he was athletic to such an extent that either at sport or labor there were few of his race that could excel him. In point of activity and endurance, he was the equal of any. His forehead was perpendicular for a short distance and then retreated with a persistence and rapidity which was not successfully met until the apex of his head made further progress in that direction an impossibility.

     His eyes were black, brilliant, and rather small, while his nose was of the most unassuming dimensions until near its inferior termination, where it immediately assumed an outline and a prominence which at once invested him with an air of cunning and oddity.

     My first acquaintance with Jesse was in the year 1836 in fact, I was totally unconscious of his existence until upon a cold winter evening my mother requested me to step to the kitchen and deliver a message to Uncle Jesse. I found him resting and warming himself before a huge fire of hickory wood, for he had just journeyed from the old homestead at the “Ferry,” distant 25 miles, and had come to spend the remainder of his days at “Indian.” His countenance being pleasant and his manner attractive, I found myself at once installed in his society, and I proceeded to propound my usual number of questions; and all of which he seemed to be able to answer with great promptness. I found him distinguished by a peculiar baldness, which had for its exceptional feature a narrow strip of hair running longitudinally to the precise center of his head for its entire length. He could read quite intelligibly, and

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from his acquaintance with scripture, I was induced to ask him if he were not a preacher. To this he halfway demurred, but boasted that he had long been in the habit of celebrating the right of matrimony. My father always called him “Parson,” and among the colored people living in the vicinity of Indian he officiated on all matrimonial occasions-save one, the marriage of his own daughter, for which he invited his old friend and brother Parson, Billy Holmes, who still lived in Giles.

     On his arrival at Indian, he was at once assigned a position of honor, and installed as “Uncle” Jessee. Henceforth he was an object of deference and respect. The best corner in the “Loom House” was assigned to him and Aunt Milly and there they erected their high-posted bed, which in itself was quite a distinction among the colored people. At that time, he was enjoying a portion of those vigorous years denominated the prime of life, and for many seasons he went to the fields and plowed in the beautiful alluvial bottoms of New River and the fruitful uplands which overlook it. He soon became noted for his success at fishing and trapping; he had the fortune to be the possessor of two steel traps, and with these, he walked among the foxes of the mountain like a destroying angel. His success stimulated other members of the family to compete with him for the game. It was of no avail. He possessed a secret which he either could not impart or was unwilling to make known. The gables of the Loom House were at all times ornamented with the skins of foxes, catamounts, raccoons, opossums, otters, groundhogs, muskrats, &c. These he stretched upon his mansion with much the same pride as that with which the Indian belts himself with the scalps of his enemies. If he planted a bank hook or put out a line, he was sure of fish.  

     These pursuits were with him the prime object of life. With him, slavery was a great obstacle to that success in them of which he continually dreamed. It may be remarked here, that more than once he was made acquainted with the fact that emancipation was within his reach; but there were always conditions coupled with his general demands which defeated his aims. A home on one of the upland sections of the farm would not do. He must be located on the “big road,” with the river on his left and the hills on his right. Then he could hail each traveler for a conversation and pleasantly re-create himself by the use of his hocks and his traps.

     I have heard it said he used assafoetida on his traps and hooks. As far as I was able to see, there must have been truth in the allegation as to the traps. His strategy in setting them seemed no strategy at all. So far from taking pains, he seemed studiously to avoid both pains and the means of concealing his trap. But I was peculiarly ambitious of success in angling, and I watched Uncle Jesse. He always carried his bait and his hat, and after removing the dock leaves, which were used alike for the purpose of packing and their nonconducting qualities, he drew forth plentiful supplies of dead toads, mad worms, and the entrails of chickens. There was nothing else to distinguish him from other disciples of Isaac Walton, and I retired, feeling that if these were the symbols and means of his success, they were such as I could neither expect nor desire to attain to. His pockets were collectively an omnium gatherum, upon which he can draw in every hour of need. A detailed statement of their contents would be impossible; but at any time might have been found to contain nails, leather thongs, tow strings, slugs of lead, pieces of old iron, bits of cloth, and angle worms in short, it is unsafe to say they did not contain any one article within their capacity except tobacco and spectacles. These he never carried, and the use of the former he studiously avoided.

     He had known a citizen of Giles County by the name of Brumfield, who, a number of years previous, had gone to the State of Ohio, and taken with him his slave Reuben, who was a friend of Jesse.

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Of course, there was a bargain between Brumfield and Reuben, for Ohio was a free State. At any rate, Reuben had done well for himself, and the news thereof came near unhinging Jesse’s usefulness for life. He possessed a naturally inquisitive mind and a peculiar aptitude for halting and catechizing strangers.

     Often while plowing with him in the river fields, I have observed with deep interest how, by a prearranged plan, he has managed to intercept the travelers from the West, as if by a happy incident, appearing suddenly on top of the fence and bringing him to a halt by an unexpected salutation of “Sarvent, sir.” His next move was to ascertain where the stranger was from, particularly if from the “Hio.” Strange as it seems I scarcely ever saw him miss his man. He was generally from the “Hio,” and often knew positively “one Humphrey Brumfield.” Even positive information of

     “Reuben, a man of color,” has frequently been evoked by his confidence and persistence.

     In religious creed, Jesse was a Baptist and believed in witchcraft with all the force of his ardent nature. This peculiar feature of his religion was largely to the disgust, and annoyance of my father, who lost no occasion to attempt to convince the Parson of his error; but reason would not do. The batteries of his ridicule were brought to bear, but Jesse besought him to desist, before some great evil should overtake the family.  “Marse Thomas, if I was in your place, I really would be afraid to dare the witches so much.” Jesse was the growth of years, and his whole emotional being could not be reversed at the demand of modern belief. As well have tried to reverse the current of his blood and cause it to feed within him again the fires of youth. Then he told how neighbor Caperton Right had been recently ridden almost to death by that old sorceress, Polly Ellis, who came over his door in the shape of a cat, and with whip and spur and eyes of fire had ridden him all night around the orchard on the top rail of the fence, up the corners of the barn and over the roof, then up and down and across all the angles of his dwelling. This neighbor Right would swear to.

     Not long thereafter my father had occasion to pass up the creek for several miles, and calling on business at Ellis’, where the reputed sorceress lived, observed while sitting on his horse at the gate the approach of a cat on the fence. Of course, the story of Jesse was irresistibly in his memory, and observing the cat quite closely, it came to a point sufficiently near and spring from the fence, alighting upon the front of his saddle. On his return home, Jesse was called in at the hour of supper, and the story of the cat-related in his presence. He was buttoned in his long janes hunting shirt with great dignity, and ejecting the saliva between his teeth in a manner indicative of great agitation, he ejaculated, “Well, please goodness, I’de a dashed its brains out!” Then dropping his chin upon his breast until the bald portion of his head was made to assume the vertical line, and crossing both hands behind him, he strode with great gravity out of the dining hall. On the subject of witchery intelligence had no power to relieve his mind. To disbelieve in sorcery was to defy and bring down upon his head superior powers; but having believed, he had his remedy and never failed to use it. Above the door of the Loom House, he kept nailed a horseshoe. Beneath its protection he was safe. As well might the slayers of Israel’s firstborn have passed beneath the bloody lentel as Polly Ellis to have violated the sacred warning of the shoe. He even carried his faith so far as to nail one above the broad fireplace, beneath which Milly sat and spun her flaxen bush from day to day. The frequency with which they were called in to use upon the potrack was indicative of his regard for assurance made doubly sure. The special dishes for his benefit were often roasted upon a spit suspended from a shoe in the chimney. The very chest over which he knelt in silent devotion at the head of his bed was provided with the mystic iron shoe.

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     He won deserved distinction for his ability to find lost articles and was always satisfied with the reward if it were a dram. But a single exception is remembered. Being in a strait on one occasion for a sinker to a hook and line he was about to cast into the river, in confident expectation of catching a fine catfish, he suddenly, as if inspired by an original idea, thrust his hand into his pocket and drawing forth his heavy pocketknife, fastened it securely, as he supposed, upon the line and went slowly home, trusting to his usual luck. Morning came and revealed the fact that he had caught that rare specimen of New River fish, an eel. In its contortions, it had twisted the knife from its position, and the stream being muddy and at its flood tide, there was no immediate opportunity of recovering it. There was never a season of his subsequent life that he did not at low water wade and search for it among the rocks in the bed of the stream, but it was never found. When after the lapse of years, he was assured that it must have been ruined by rust, he would shake his head distrustful he and continue to wait and “sarch” for the knife. It was never found but sleeps the long sleep which has at last overtaken its owner.

     A more serious misfortune was the loss of one of his favorite steel traps. Years were spent in fruitless search, but at length, the old man espied it in possession of a neighboring white man, whom he felt convinced had stolen it. Yet, such was his character in the neighborhood that Jesse dared not attempt the recovery of his trap, as the mere assertion of his claim would imply trouble. Since the termination of Jesse’s life, this man has become noted as a thief and has escaped the State prison by accidents of so rare a nature that public opinion no longer fears to attack him.

     He had a peculiar zest for a drink of whiskey and regarded it as a sufficient return for any amount of devotion or labor. As a financier he was gifted, and from his scanty means I have known of his acquiring perhaps as much as a quart of silver; at least he proposed on one occasion to endow the husband of his youngest daughter with a double handful of that useful article, provided the selection should please him.

     If entrusted with the team, he was never afraid to leave it standing unprotected, and if his attention was called to the error, although 100 paces distant, he always responded, with an air of sufficiency, that he was “watching it.”

     As time wore on Uncle Jesse exhibited the most unmistakable signs of the encroachment of years upon his powerfully knit frame. He was always invested with complete authority to direct and control my brother and myself in the absence of our parents.

     This authority even went to the extent of empowering him to chastise us at his discretion. This, however, was a dernier to which we were never subjected. On one occasion I’m sure, however, that I escaped only by the most determined and vigorous resort to leg bail. In threshing his own children, he was seldom engaged, but when he did undertake that kind of discipline, he was one of the most unmerciful castigators I ever knew. On such occasions, he made his most dangerous approaches to profanity.  “By Jings!” Was an indication of fearful rage.

     For many years he suffered very extreme pain and inconvenience from an attack of rheumatism in his left hand. This interfered largely with his leading pursuits of fishing and trapping, but nothing short of death ever caused their abandonment. He came at stated hours to my mother for linaments and other lotions with which to bathe and relieve the affected part. These intervals were always at mealtime and he never left without obtaining a plate of delicacies for his impaired appetite. The leg of a fowl, a cup of coffee and some biscuits were sure to reward his punctual call at the dining hall.

 

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This always improved the condition of his hand. He deserved them, for there was nothing in his possession which he would not at any time cheerfully share with me. Of Melons, Grapes, Peaches, Apples, Sarvices, Hickory Nuts Walnuts, and other similar articles in season he was always possessed and I was always sure of a portion. A string of fish was sure to await me on each return to the homestead.

     As he grew older he became more frequently engaged in reading and scriptures. His stock of hymns was large and quite peculiar. Many of them were largely original with him and he was no mean singer. He steadfastly withstood every influence which tended to press him into the ministry. He consented to exhort on rare occasions and to pray in public generally, but a “sarmont” was a degree above his calling.

     There was a large, gloomy, strong and homely bay horse named “Snap” belonging to the family. I think his advent was made at the same time that Jesse’s was. He was the least interesting, and in some respects, the most despisable horse on the farm. For Snap he had always a peculiar friendship, and would consent to plow or drive no other.

     His control became paramount over the old bay. On one occasion as I attempted to pass through the lot, I evinced my hatred of Snap, who was standing lazily in one corner, by pointing a finger at him and hissing. The old horse was always noted for his temper and the insult was more than he would brook. Backing both ears with great liberation and curling his upper lip with a bitterness which could not be mistaken he ran at me with great violence. No time was to be lost.

     I believed I could reach the fence before he would overtake me, but the gate was shut and bolted and the delay of climbing was sure to be fatal. I saw it all in a moment. Snap was after me with the most desperate plunges and I felt there was no escape. Onward he came pawing at me with each one of his ponderous fore feet in a manner which insured my annihilation as soon as he should reach me. I resolved to die game and refused to holloa. At this moment Uncle Jesse called out in a stentorial tone of authority “You Snap!” And the danger was over as it had nearly proven fatal to me. The old man had been at work close by and hearing the plunges made by Snap looked up just in time to save me.

     For many years his labors consisted in salting and counting the stock upon the farm, going to the post office, attending to the milling and in looking particularly after the hogs. So thoroughly did the swine acquiesce in his assignment to them that the attachment became a great nuisance. The signal of his presence was seized upon by them for the most combined and determined assault upon the old man. Their cries were often little less than alarming to a nervous system not unusually proof against noise. No New York City riot for bread could approach it, and nothing short of corn could appease it. One blast upon his bugle horn were only less potent than that of Roderick, for a thousand swine responded, and as the long columns came filing out of the hollows and defiles of the river hills until the entire herd came squealing and bellowing to his feet his pride was such as he could not restrain and would not conceal.

     But the peaceful and pleasant days alluded to were destined to termination as brief as it was unexpected. The war between the States and the Union was at length precipitated and the happy days of Jesse were ended. The position occupied by the family at Indian was an exposed one and its abandonment was resolved on as a necessity. Seeking a temporary abode on the Southern border of Virginia the life of the refugee was found to be even more bitter than one of alarm at home. With all the abundance of tillable land it was difficult to obtain enough on which to earn the most meager subsistence. This selfish determination to withhold encouragement and aid from those who were driven from their homes is as difficult to account for rationally as it was impolitic and unnatural.

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The party applied to always “wanted to put his land down in grass,” and yet it is notorious that stock was so scarce that grass was 12 inches high upon the commons. A foreign blockade could be endured but this home blockade was more than equal to ordinary courage and the family returned to Indian. Prior to the war a great calamity had overtaken Jesse in the death of his wife Milly, and as war brought gray hairs to the head of many, he felt the stealthy footsteps of death approaching in their circumambient way and he desired to return that he might be buried by her side.

     The commodious and comfortable quarters so recently inhabited by the slaves had been burned by vandals who infested the region of Indian. Only the venerable Loom House remained. It stands there today the only building left of the old homestead- for their is a new one not many rods distant on the hill- and a solitary chimney reaching many feet in the air is the only thing else to mark with its silent finger in the sky the sacred family abode.

     Many spare hours of Uncle Jesse’s happiest years were devoted to horticulture. Just inside a point where the waters of a rough but inconstant mountain stream debouched into the plain, leaving only room for a road leading to the upland, the hills mutually withdrew from contact leaving a small but very fertile triangular plain terminated at its base or northern end by a third abrupt slaty hill which appears to have been an attempt on the part of nature to splice the fissure in the hills fronting it. The triangular piece of land contains perhaps one fourth of an acre, and was selected by Jesse as his reserve and he proceeded to blaze the principal trees upon its border and, to assert his claim and more forcibly, at once begin its improvement. On one of its sides, it was skirted by the farm road and on the other two by the stream alluded to. The huge stones which fringed its margin were useful in building a secure wall which effectually kept off encroachments of the floods. About its borders, he planted the peach and the apple and in its midst a vine near which he established a colony of bees. The trees and the vine grew and bore luxuriant crops. In the shale bluff which formed a feature in one corner, he dug an apple house and stored it bountifully for his winter use. The bees multiplied and beneath his lucky hand yielded large crops of honey. As a crowning work, he built a coop and raised quite a number of domestic fowls. On one occasion having observed a suspicious espionage upon his domain by a company of soldiers, he made use of the earliest darkness to remove the chickens and bees to a place of safety, leaving a number of worthless gums well ballasted with stone. Morning revealed by the broken gums on a neighboring hill the abortive attempt upon the old man’s property. As to this “patch” his watchful eye never slumbered. He always met with the success his vigilance deserved, and many a time have I shared his generous hospitality as monarch of that domain. Nothing which he possessed was too good for me to possess and enjoy.

     At length, the turbulent era of bloodshed was ended. The hero of the Rapidan had surrendered to the immense physical force which he had so nearly vanquished. The war was ended, and emancipation was declared an irreversible consequence. The slaves of our family were amenable to the fears so common to others, and regarding their freedom of doubtful authority they were unwilling to remain at their old homes, the scenes of their slavery, fearing it might be the easy means of reducing them to bondage again.

     They were offered comfortable positions upon the farm but declined. Jesse was very old and followed two of his children to a cabin on a bleak and sterile mountain bluff in the vicinity of Bradshaw’s Run.  His long dream of freedom was realized. Alas, its fruits were ashen to his aged lips.

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His keen eyes were sunken and dim, his frame was bent with years, his arm was useless at his side. The luxuries of his little “patch” were no longer to be obtained with a regularity necessary to their worth. Other hands ministered to him, but their assistance was no more willing than intelligent. The change was mortal. No longer came Jesse at the hour of breakfast to the dining hall.

     The bountiful river ceased to give up its fish for his dainty appetite and his traps were idle on the mountain. The stony hills of Bradshaw refused to yield their increase; the corn was exhausted and no more the herd of swine reminded him of plenty. The spirit which took him thither was too proud to acknowledge defeat, he pined and reeled about the brow of the mountain in delirious disappointment until an hour when he thought not the Angel of Death came for him and Jesse cease to be.

     Today, in the company with a friend, I visited the little domain that was once his and in the cultivation of which he became so happy. Years had passed since last I had looked upon it. Its monarch was no more. The stone wall was an irregular line of ruins the stream had invaded and destroyed the fertile margin, and the peach and apple trees have been choked by the encroachments of the forest until they were alike unsightly and unfruitful. The sides and roof of the apple house had fallen in; the once fruitful vine was dead; the bees had flown to the mountain, and the sheep were grazing upon the little plain. Nearby there is a unique and singular promontory of great beauty called “Graveyard Hill.” Its sides are declivitous, and save a few stunted oaken shrubs, which stand like beaten sentinels upon them, there is not to relieve their shale and barren composition. Upon the top there is a lovely grove of perennial and symmetrical pines, and as they rear their long trunks heavenward in support of their frost-defying foliage, they seem to speak the peace and rest of the endless life above. Deep in their somber shade, there are two grass-grown graves unmarked by the polished marble of opulence; but as faithfulness is above avarice, and as integrity is loftier than lust, their story shall not be untold. There was one heart which, though it beat beneath the skin of ebony, was never untrue to me, and though it could never feel the promptings of consanguinity, it never ceased to long for my promotion and happiness. At length it sleeps the sweet sleep of death, for there, beside the wife of his early years, lulled by the grand roar of a great but turbulent stream, wrapped in the endless piece of the tomb, sleeps Jesse Fortner.

Bristol News.

The “History of a favorite slave in Virginia,” to be found on our first page today was written because of his virtues and the fact that all over the South there have been many servants of which he is a faithful representative. The aim of the writer has been to illustrate many points of interest in the character of the colored man and to place on record the fact that like his entrance upon physical life his new birth of freedom was more fruitful of sorrow than the slavery which it succeeded. The story as written is a literal and faithful narration of facts as they occurred and it is believed will in many instances like the true theory of human nature find its highest testimony in the experience of the reader.

 

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Transcript of Bill Of Sale 

(Blanks are unreadable words)

Know all men by their presence that I John Kirk of the county of Montgomery and the state of Virginia have bargained sale and delivered unto Isaac Chapman of the county and state affore said, one Negro boy named Jesse about 15 years old. For the sum of three hundred dollars to me in hand ------ by the said Isaac Chapman at or before the --------- of and delivery of those present the receipt where of is hereby acknowledged and is forever  ----- the title of the said negro against all persons what ever  I bond my self my heirs executors administrators family in the final sum of six hundred dollars like money.  Given under my hand and seal this 19th day January 1801.

John Kirk

------

James Stanford

John ---------

David Johnston

Editor’sNote:  Jesse died in summer of 1866 in Monroe Co. West Va. aged about 80 years Montgomery County, Virginia (Now Giles County)

Sale of Jessee Fortner to Isaac Chapman from John Kirk.  Jessee was bequeathed to Priscilla Chapman (Mrs. Dr. Thomas Fowler). 

Photocopy of original Bill of Sale

Original in possession of a great granddaughter of Isaac Chapman Fowler–

See next page.

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PART VI

Descendants of Dr. Thomas Fowler II

         Section I

1.         ALBERT CHAPMAN FOWLER (DIED YOUNG)

2.         ANNE ELIZABETH FOWLER (DIED YOUNG)

                                                                             Section II

3.         ISAAC CHAPMAN FOWLER married Keziah “Kizzie” McDonald Chapman

                                                                             Section III

4.         THOMAS BALDRIDGE FOWLER (UNMARRIED)

          Section IV

5.         MARY ANN FOWLER married James David Johnston Sr

                                                                             Section V

6.         AMANDA LOUISE FOWLER  married Dr. Robert Alexander Pearis

                                                                             Section VI

7.         Dr. ALLEN FOWLER  (UNMARRIED)

         Section VII

8.         ELBERT FOWLER Sr.  married Mary Susan Bailey

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Section I

(First and Second children of Dr. Thomas Fowler II and Priscilla Breckenridge Chapman)

 

1.        ALBERT CHAPMAN FOWLER (DIED YOUNG)

 

2.        ANNE ELIZABETH FOWLER    (DIED YOUNG)

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Section II

ISAAC CHAPMAN FOWLER

(Third child of Dr. Thomas Fowler II and Priscilla Breckenridge Chapman)

HON. ISAAC CHAPMAN FOWLER, Of Abingdon, Virginia, and clerk of the United States Circuit and District Courts for the Western District of Virginia (at Abingdon), one of the three proprietors of the Great Natural Bridge and Tunnel in Scott County, Virginia, and since August, 1868, editor and proprietor of the Bristol News, Bristol, Virginia and Tennessee, was born at Jeffersonville, Tazewell County, Virginia, September 2, 1831. During the last two years of the civil war, he served in the commissary department, Breckenridge`s division. He was five years mayor of Goodson, 1870-5, was three times elected to the Virginia House of Delegates from Washington county, in 1875, 1877 and 1881, and was Speaker of the House during his last term, 1881-1882. His father was Dr. Thomas Fowler, of Cocke county, Tennessee, Tazewell County, Virginia and Monroe County, (now) West Virginia. His grandfather was Dr. Thomas Fowler of Parrottsville, Tennessee. His great-grandfather was Thomas Fowler of Virginia, South Carolina and Tennessee, whose father came from England. The mother of Isaac C. was Priscilla Breckenridge Chapman, daughter of Isaac Chapman of Giles County, Virginia, who was a son of George Chapman, who came to Giles County from Culpeper County, Virginia.           

                                                                                                                 

Priscilla was born in Pearisburg, Virginia, and died in December, 1881. Isaac C. Fowler was married at Jeffersonville, Virginia, December 4, 1854, Rev. George W. G. Browner officiating clergyman, to Kezia McDonald Chapman. She was a daughter of William Chapman of Giles County, who was a son of Isaac Chapman, before mentioned, and her mother was Nancy, daughter of Edward McDonald of Wyoming county, Virginia, where he removed from Botetourt County, Virginia. The record of the children of Mr. and Mrs. Fowler is: Thomas C., deceased; Nannie Belle, now the wife of Stuart F. Lindsey of Harrisonburg, Virginia, and has one daughter. Dawn Fowler Lindsey; Don William, deceased; Beirne, deceased; Mary Louise and Cilia Chapman, living. Mr. Fowler had two brothers in service through the late war: Allen Fowler, lieutenant of Lowry Battery, Army of Northern Virginia, severely wounded at Fishers Hill; Elbert Fowler, served in cavalry, captured at Moorefield, Virginia, September, 1864, imprisoned at Camp Chase, Ohio, nine months, until after the surrender. The former is now a practicing physician of Salt Lake City. The latter was killed at Hinton, West Virginia, March, 1884, leaving a widow and two sons. Bailey and Elbert, at Griffin, Georgia.

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Tazewell Republican, 

Thu. May 4, 1905                                                                                                                                 Page 2

PASSING OF I. C. FOWLER

Dies at His Home in Abingdon After a Long Life of Usefulness.

BURIAL TOOK PLACE AT BRISTOL.

Funeral took place at Abingdon on Monday Afternoon at 1 O’clock, After Which the Remains Were Taken to Bristol for Internment –Mr. Fowler was born at Tazewell Sept. 2, 1831.

Hon. I. C. Fowler is dead.  His death came quietly and peacefully Saturday morning at five o’clock, at his home at Abingdon, Va.

Mr. Fowler had been in fast failing health since the first of the year, and his death was due to a general breakdown of the nervous system, and physical collapse incident to old age, he being nearly three score and fifteen years old.

THE FUNERAL

The funeral services will be held at the Episcopal Church at Abingdon Monday afternoon at one o’clock and will be conducted by Rector R. E. Boykin. The remains will be brought to Bristol immediately following the funeral, on the train arriving here at 3:20 p.m.  Internment in East Hill cemetery will follow from the train.  The vestry of Emmanuel Episcopal Church of Bristol, of which Mr. Fowler was one of the chief founders and main supporters while a resident of Bristol, will accompany the remains to the cemetery, in token of their recognition of his former usefulness in, and devotion to this church.  The vestry consists of Col. J. B. Peters, John B. Newman, Col. S.V. Fulkerson, J. Norment Powell, G. Pryor, Hal F. Lewis and Major W. G. Sheen.

Isaac Chapman was born September 2nd, 1831, in Tazewell, Va.  His father was Dr. Thomas Fowler, who a leading physician of Cocke County, Tennessee, and afterward of Tazewell, Va., and Monroe County, W. Va..  His great-grandfather came from England.  He was descended from the old English Fowler family, among whom was the Lord Mayor of London.  His mother was Priscilla Breckenridge Chapman, daughter of Isaac Chapman of Giles County, Va., the family formerly living in Culpeper County, Va.

Mr. Fowler was married December 4th, 1854 to Miss Kizzie McDonald Chapman, who survives him at the age of nearly seventy-five, they having celebrated their golden wedding December 4th, 1904.  Mrs. Fowler is a grand-daughter of Edward McDonald of the prominent Virginia family of McDonald.  She is a lineal descendent of King Robert Bruce of Scotland.

The children born to them were Mrs. F. Lindsey, wife of the clerk of the United States court at Abingdon, Va. Mrs. Mary Louise Preston, deceased, late wife of David A. Preston, Esq. deputy clerk of the United States court, Abingdon, Va., and Mrs. Priscilla Fowler Goodwyn, wife of Mr. Peterson Agee Goodwyn, of Washington, D.C.

His grand-children are: Miss Dawn Fowler Lindsey, McDonald Stuart Lindsey, Louise McDonald Preston, Icelia May Preston, Kizzie Daval Preston, Allen Agee Goodwyn and Chapman Fowler Goodwyn.

His brothers were Dr. Allen Fowler, deceased, formerly of Salt Lake City, Utah, who died May 7, 1902, and who was in Lieutenant Lowry’s Battery of the Army of Northern Virginia and who was wounded several times during the war; and Hon. Elbert Fowler, deceased, who was well known in Bristol in the 70s, when associated with Hon. I. C. Fowler, and who was a brilliant lawyer and brave soldier.

His sisters are: Mrs. James D. Johnston Sr. and Mrs. A. L. Pearis, Roanoke, Va.

Mr. Fowler was a member of the Virginia House of Delegates from Washington County, Va., and Bristol, Va., in 1875-6, 1877-8, 1881-2.  He was speaker of the House of Delegates in 1881-2, and served with distinguished ability.  In some of his rulings he antedated the late speaker of the House of Representatives. Hon. Thomas B. Reed, whose fame is so well known. 

 

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He made the same points, and at the time made a great political commotion, in those days of readjustment when politics meant something.

He was a trusted friend and advisor of the late General Mahone.

He canvassed Virginia several times as a Republican, and was recognized as among the foremost political orators and debaters in Virginia from 1876 to 1896, and met, successfully such Democratic giants as ex-Governor O’Farrell, Hon. John Goode, Ex-Governor Kemper, Hon. R. T. Burton and others in joint discussions.

He was mayor of Bristol, Va., 1870-5.  All know of his tireless labors and confidence in her growth and destiny.  The olde citizens who better knew him then, thoroughly appreciated his worth and zeal, and what foundations he laid for Bristol’s growth.  He was a leader in the incipient stages of the work that built the V. & S.W. Railway (The old S.A & O.R.N.)

He was owner and editor of the Bristol News from 1868 to 1890, and here his wonderful talents shone in a high degree.  There he wielded an influence for Bristol and Virginia that still stands as a monument to his culture and attainments and far-sightedness.

He as one of the original owners of the Natural Tunnel, one of the greatest natural wonders of Southwest Virginia. 

During the last two years of the Civil War he was an honored attache of the commissary department of Breckenridge’s Division.

On February 2nd, 1884, Judge Hug L. Bond, United States Circuit judge, and John Paul, District Judge, appointed him United States clerk of the circuit and district courts at Abingdon, Va.  He resigned this office Ja. 1st, 1905, after nearly 21 years’ service, and Hon. Stuart F. Lindsey was appointed.

During this score of years’ service Mr. Fowler made a most excellent record for proficiency and fidelity in the discharge of his official duties as clerk, a fact emphasized by the judges, upon his resignation, expressing great appreciation of his long and valued services.

Mr. Fowler was a devoted Protestant Episcopalian for nearly half a century.

The passing of this high-born, aspiring, noble spirit out into the great beyond removes from among the walks of men not only an honest man, one of the noblest works of God, but one of nature’s noblemen, a high-class, scholarly, cultured gentle-men, a strong, true unfailing friend, an influential, powerful politician, and a good, pure, patriotic and ennobling citizen.  – Bristol Herald, April 30, 1905

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Jan 11, 1906 

(Unknown publication – Newspaper clipping has header missing)

Therefore, Mrs. Fowler, wife of the Late Honourable I.C. Fowler, passed away yesterday at the home of Mrs. Lindsay. Of the best blood of Scotland. Mrs. Fowler and her husband were instrumental in organizing Emmanuel Episcopal Church in the city. Mrs. Kezia MacDonald. Chapman Fowler. Relic of the Late Honorable Isaac Chapman Fowler died at 8:00 yesterday afternoon at the home of her daughter, Mrs. Stuart F Lindsay, Number 482 Lee Street, Bristol, Virginia. Mrs. Fowler had been in feeble health for some months and since the death of her husband on April 29th, 1905. The immediate cause of death was bronchitis. She was born about 1880 and was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. William Chapman. Mrs. Fowler, the district lineal descendant of the MacDonalds who settled in eastern Virginia in the early colonial days and were the descendants of Robert King of Scotland and of the best blood in the Scottish Highlands.

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Mrs. Fowler resided for many years in Bristol with her husband prior to their going to Abington and together with her husband, was instrumental in organizing the Emmanuel Episcopal Church of Bristol. Her husband started the first newspaper in Bristol. They later moved to Abington, where Mr. Fowler became clerk of the United States District Court, which position he retained until his death went to his son-in-law, Stuart Lindsay was appointed in his stead. She is survived by her daughter, Mrs. Stuart Lindsay and Mrs. F.p. Goodwin, both of whom were at her bedside when her death came. Her other daughter, Mrs. David Preston, had been dead for some three years. Mrs. Dawn Fowler Lindsay of Bristol is her eldest granddaughter. Her other granddaughters are McDonald, Stuart, Lindsay, Allen Agee and Chapman. Fowler Goodwin. Mrs. Fowler was a consistent Christian and during the many years of her useful life was an example of religious fidelity, love and sincerity coming as she did directly from the most celebrated blood in continental Europe and from the aristocracy of eastern Virginia. She was of a most refined and cultivated nature, consistent and untiring in her devotion and care of those who were near her. Her life was an inspiration to her people and her memory will long live in the hearts of her many friends.

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An Autobiography

“In His own Words”

Up in the beautiful hills in Tazewell, Virginia, 2500 feet above high tide where amid its bluegrass and ferns, the Clinch fills its crystal urns and starts on its silvery path to the sea, - at nine o’clock on Friday morning, the 2nd of September, 1831 I first became a member of the human family.  My mother was then aged 29 and my father 33.  It was by no means an unimportant period in the life of our planet.  The American Republic was then less than fifty years old.  Washington had been dead but a third of a century and the Great Napoleon but a decade.  Jackson had been on the throne of the Union a year and a half and as a rustic monarch of the new world, was ready to crush the serpent of Nullification.  It was the dawn of the Steam Age.  The first Railway of the World had just been built, between Baltimore and Ellicott City, and the first vessel propelled exclusively by steam had just crossed the Atlantic, from Halifax to England.  The American Continent had nothing better in the way of travel and transportation than the horse and the mule.

Jackson had ridden on horseback to Washington and while taking the oath as President, had left his horse hitched at the head of Pennsylvania Avenue.  Mankind had yet to wait ten years for the iron moldboard, twenty years for the threshing machine, fourteen years for the telegraph, forty-five years for the telephone, sixteen years for the Chloroform in surgery, and fifty years for the electric light.  There was not a railroad in Virginia.  The old stagecoach with its inspiring bugle was a luxury enjoyed only by exceptional communities.

The farmer still threshed his wheat with the same flail used by the patriarch on the plains of Judea, and the matrons of Virginia still wove the homespun on the hand looms that had come down from the ages gone.  American manufacturers were practically unknown and goods imported were hauled in the then-familiar four-horse wagon for hundreds of miles from the heads of navigation on our streams, across mountains, to reach the frontier edges of civilization.  A weekly mail was a luxury and new, “fresh” from London, and was forty days old on its arrival.  Postage on a letter was for all distances over 50 miles, 25 cents, to be paid in money, until sixteen years later when the postage stamp was evolved from the brain of a genius.

The wonderful simplicity of the envelope was to remain unknown for fifteen years and the red wafer was in constant use.

Chicago was a Hamlet of but twelve families aside from the garrison of Fort Dearborn.  Girarf (?) had just provided the amazing charity which has imbedded his fame in eternal granite, and which still towers above the loftiest works of the century.

Texas was still sleeping in the embrace of Mexico and California, with its golden viscera having for 17 more years to remain unknown.  Thirty-one years had yet to elapse before Bessemer could give the Steel Rail to Commerce and for fifteen years women had to wait for the sewing machine.

For the third of a century longer the American slave had to wear his chain and the phonograph and typewriter and the bicycle and the trolley car and the “x-ray” were still invisible in the far-off haze that enveloped the coming close of the century.

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The autumn of life is so short that now, at the age of 66 years, I may not find leisure from business sufficient in which to commit to writing such events of my own life as may be of interest to those family and friends who are to survive me.      

The history of a single individual, born into the world in an important age and steered by a purpose, to be honest and useful, ought not to be uninteresting to those who have the time to read it. The great majority of persons, be it observed, have not yet been born at all.  Countless numbers may never be, and yet who knows?  If time can continue throughout Eternity, which is not impossible, it might and would be otherwise.  Still a single life, honest and frankly recorded, ought to furnish some light to others who follow.

I said, or rather intimated, I was born, but the fact is I was not much more than born.  After the period called birth, I was for many months going through the process called incubation.  I was a very delicate specimen of mankind – so delicate that my parents had little hope, if any, that I would reach maturity.  I lacked vital physical force.  I soon became a victim of croup, and for many a night, my mother abandoned all idea of sleep and tried to loan me a portion of her own life, to bridge the deficiencies of mine.  I was pronounced a precocious child and despite my feebleness, walked and pronounced the name of my nurse at the age of nine months.  My maternal Grandfather, Isaac Chapman, of Ripplemead, Giles County, Va., took me on his knee, and after I had spelled for him  “the Richmond Whig and Public Advertiser” gave me his own name.

My parents were then visiting the old Chapman homestead, at Chapman & Snidow’s Ferry (now Ripple-mead, near Pearisburg, Virginia).        

My parents continued to reside at Jeffersonville, now Tazewell, till the autumn of 1835, when they removed to “INDIAN” or Mouth of Indian Creek, on New River, Monroe County, Va.  I remember many events of my four years at Tazewell, and distinctly do I remember the trip, on horseback and by wagon, to Indian, distant 60 miles.  Prior to our leaving Tazewell, as a hopeful experiment, my parents sent me across Rich Mountain to spend some days with the Daugherty family in Thompson Valley, some few miles south of Jeffersonville.  It was a family of old maiden ladies, who were first cousins of Hon. John Letcher of Rockbridge County, who in 1859, was elected Governor of Virginia, and subsequently known as the “War-Governor”.  But the elevated atmosphere of Thompson Valley failed to furnish the expected relief and I well remember that at a late hour at night, I found my Father bending over me and asking me if I knew him.  I had another attack of croup.                                                                                                                                       

The Bluegrass and ferns of Tazewell, with its crystal streams over their clean, gravelly beds, possessed a charm which subsequent change of home never erased from my memory and when, after the interval of seventeen years, I returned to Tazewell to live, seemed as fresh and as charming as ever.  There is a fragrance in its verdure, a beauty in its foliage and flowers and a rapture in its landscape which no other country has ever presented to my senses and even to this day they come trooping spontaneously down the avenues of brain and sense wreathed with the immortelles of youth and adding indescribable charm to the sunset of life.  O. Tazewell, I look back beyond the obstacles and sorrows through which for two-thirds of a century I have fought and over which I have fallen and I see about than a halo of beauty so divine as “fancy never could have grown and never can restore.”

About 1820 my father came to Blountville, Sullivan County, Tennessee, where he commenced under Dr. Elkanah Delaney, the study of medicine.  Thither he came from Parrottsville, Cocke County, Tennessee, where he was born in July 1798, being the oldest child of Dr. Thomas Fowler and his wife, who was Mary Baldridge. 

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He afterward attended Medical lectures of Transylvania University at Lexington Ky.  Returning to Blountville he found himself out of money, having exhausted his means in the pursuit of a professional education, after his course of study at Washington College under the celebrated “Elder Dr. Doak”, Wishing to prospect in South West Virginia he accepted from Dr. Delaney the loan of a horse, saddle and bridle and ten dollars in money.  The ten dollars was never used by him as he met with immediate practice on his way to pay the expenses of his trip as far as Tazewell.   There he met with a reception so hospitable that he determined to remain.

Such was his immediate success that at an early day he returned to his old friend, Dr. Delaney, the money, horse, saddle, and bridle so kindly loaned him.  After about a year of practice in Tazewell he again attended the Transylvania lectures.  A copy of his carefully and handsomely written notes of these lectures now in my possession, shows this to be in 1824.  In 1820 Col. John B, George, one of his earliest Tazewell friends, was married to Miss Rhoda Pearis, of Pearisburg, Giles County, Va., on which wedding occasion my father was selected as “Best Man” and there he met Miss Priscilla Chapman, who was leading Bride’s Maid, and who became my mother.

In those olden days, regardless of distance, at the close of the wedding festivities, the select members of the wedding party accompanied the bridle pair to the home of the groom, where a bountiful and joyous reception awaited them.  In this case, the distance was 60 miles, in emphatically a frontier country.  Roads were imperfect and the only practical means of travel was by horse and saddle.  During that two-day travel and the return trip to Giles, Dr. Thomas Fowler and Miss Priscilla Chapman were by the conventionalities of the time were almost exclusive companions.  In the course of time, they married, at the “Old Ferry”, in Giles and again in due time they returned to Tazewell to live.

The life of a Tazewell physician was of necessity a life in the saddle and so great was my father’s practice, I have heard my mother say that during one entire year, there was not a day during which he was at home for the entire 24 hours.  Typhoid fever was then prevalent in the county.

On the south side of Main Street, Tazewell is still standing, in good condition, the frame dwelling he erected and which he occupied until 1835, the date of his removal from the county.  In the cavernous soil of Tazewell, it was difficult to secure well water, but a “Crook” named Curtsinger, proposed to dig a well on the Fowler lot, his pay to be increased in case of success.  He was a profane man, whose chief peculiarity was a habit of talking to himself, and he placed implicit faith in the Peachtree divining rod.

In his exploration of the lot he was overheard saying at one point, where he paused, “Just there is a very small stream of water by G-D”.

It ended up in his digging at that point and the small stream was found, but it was too small to be satisfactory.  I remember, with the distinctness characteristic of early impressions, accompanying my father uptown as he made his daily visits to superintend officially the erection of Tazewell’s first brick court house which outlived him, lasting for nearly half a century.  I remember asking him in my crude explorations for knowledge, the meaning of such words as “Tazewell”, and tomorrow”, and how unsatisfactory to my hungry mind were his well-meant replies that “this is Tazewell”’ and that tomorrow meant “when we had slept all night”.

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Many times, I wended my confident and important way to the store of Rees T. Bowen and told him I wanted “Marbles” and he always told me to go behind his counter and help myself from the sack in which they were kept, on the lower shelf entirely within my reach.  Little did he then think that nearly forty years in the future I would be in the game of political marbles – would edit and own a leading newspaper in S/W. Va., and be one of the governing forces necessary to his election to a seat in the American Congress.  I never forgot Rees T. Bowen, and those marbles he gave had much to do with his term in the House of Reps.  He was my friend in childhood and I was his friend in his advancing age.  Still, later my heart bled when I read the telegram which told me that he had in the nighttime fell through a hatchway in one of the Tazewell Hotels, receiving injuries that in a few days ended his life.

But, the glories of Tazewell life soon ended for me.  As a passing cloud across the sun, their wave of light swept past me and I simply remember finding myself aroused from slumber in a bed of sweet-scented hay that one of our moving wagons contained.  All unknown to me we had started from Tazewell to Monroe.  In a short while, we came upon my father and mother, who mounted on horseback, had gone ahead.  At my earnest request, I was transferred from the hay to the horse.  My father having provided for the emergency, a leathern strap by which I was secured against accident.

Our first day’s journey ended at the residence of Howard Bane, Esq’r, 13 miles east of our late home.  The second day we reached the head of the East River and on the third day the mouth of that stream, now known as the Norfolk and Western R.R., Glen Lynn, and that as the home of the Toney family.  I well remember a game of marbles, which upon our arrival, was being played by boys, both white and black.  The fourth day ended our 60-mile journey.  We landed at the Mouth of Indian Creek, Monroe County, Virginia, now known in the United States Postal Guide as Mouth of Indian, West Virginia.

We halted our tired teams at the Butcher House, a neatly daubed and whitewashed log building with stone chimneys, situated on the edge of a 50-acre meadow, between Indian Creek and New River at their junction.  Just opposite on the north side of the creek, was the William McDaniel homestead, another log house of structure similar to the one already alluded to.  Near it was an old grist and sawmill, which my father quickly proceeded to demolish for in a few days the McDaniels moved out and we moved in, the former going to the new state of Indiana, where they prospered greatly.

This locality without any choice of my own became my future home for seventeen years.  During that period there grew up the most intimate acquaintance between myself and its briars, thorns, thistles, snakes, and stony paths.

But it had deer, foxes, catamounts, ‘coons, possums, hares, squirrels, woodchucks, and fish, and I and my brother, Thomas, more than three years younger than I managed to get from those 17 years at Indian, a deal of the better phases of life.

Indian was the site of an ancient Indian burial ground.  The level lands, which were the chief attractions of the locality abounded in leaden bullets and the remains of Indian pottery which we found in countless fragments, but never in complete vessels.  Arrowheads and stone hatchets of the most beautiful construction was abundant.  In 1840 there occurred a great flood in the New River Valley, that in some places so washed the soil that these evidences of past contests between whites and Indians were laid bare in wonderful profusion.   Despite all that was new to me there was a great vacuum in my soul.  My memory ran back to Tazewell.  My little town comrades were missing.  No longer could I go to the store of Rees Bowen and ask for marbles. 

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No longer did my father lead me in the activities that were evoked by the construction of the new court building.

Indian had no comrades for me.  A single family lived only 300 yards distant from us, but my ambitious mother forbade me the privilege of associating with them and there were none other nearer than two miles.  These were no better and day after day, I was lonely that the memory thereof still darkens the picture of Indian.

Oh! Does the reader of these lines know what it is to the youthful inquirer to the lonely?  Socially I had nearly as well have been on the Antarctic Continent, with my parents, one younger brother, and three negro slaves.   

But my father seemed pleased with all this that so disappointed me and my mother was simply happy in his satisfaction.  He had been led to believe that the James River and Kanawha Canal scheme of Washington would materialize and that Indian was in its pathway to the Ohio.  Already he and some friends in Giles County had caught the dream of Railroad possibilities and they insisted that the first railway from the Chesapeake must meet the Canal at Indian.  So he proceeded to purchase more land.  James Gore owned a river and mountain farm on the river two miles below Indian and it “joined us”.  So, the Gore farm was bought for $2,000.00, and when added to the McDaniel $6,000.00 purchase we had 2,000 acres of farm, which had at heavy expense to be improved.  It may be that some other youth in the Western Hemisphere has left more perspiration on its soil, and from his lungs and soil exhale more clouds of regret than did I in my fifteen years of exploration, pilgrimage, and toil, through the defiles and jungle and over the torrid declivities of this “Gore Farm”, but I doubt it and this doubt approaches the intensity of a religious conviction.  Yet it was not wholly one-sided.  Its uplands shot out into the New River Valley at one point with a promontory that was covered in the verdure of supreme beauty.  One could stand at “Indian” three miles away and in the afternoon observe the cattle grazing on its amazing tilted surface till there would steal into the soul a picture of the heavenly lands.  I would not be a true historian of the golden age of Indian if I should fail to add that the heavenly parallel failed to materialize in the realistic.  When in April 1852, I took my departure from Indian for the sweet land of Tazewell again and took one last look at this promontory of heaven I was filled with ethereal delight.

In a year from our first arrival at Indian my mother’s parents, Isaac Chapman and wife – at the Old Ferry – now Ripplemead, in Giles County – died, their deaths occurring in quick succession.

This wrought another link in the Indian chain, for we fell heir at once to five more negro slaves, and my first recollection is that one winter night my mother told me to go to the kitchen and tell “Uncle Jesse” she wished to see him in “the house”.

I was surprised to see that instead of five negro slaves we had ten seated about the immense old-fashioned fireplace.  Some six or seven years later my father purchased another negro man, making our number of slaves, eleven.

The purchase was due largely to the fact that the slaves of our neighbor, Mordecai Roles, two miles above us on Indian Creek, were at enforced sale, to pass into other hands and Patrick, the one alluded to, importuned my father to purchase him.  It may be well to remark here that at the time of emancipation, these slaves had increased in number to 35.  We would not sell these and we could not sell the farm even if we had been so inclined.

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Successive purchases of adjoining lands were made and so the farm became larger and more unmanageable.  Its largest besetment consisted in the fact that its tillable portions were of various areas so disjoined that most of them required separate enclosures entirely.  A division fence between fields was the exception.  Many of them were far beyond the field of vision, which the homestead commanded.  Everywhere was sandstone and shale.  Grasses had to be sown and cultivated.  Fences were poor and stock owned by others and running at large, depredated upon our fields with a degree of enterprise that filled me with a supreme dislike of the whole region.

As I was a delicate youth it became a conceded and ruling policy of the household that I should “rough it”.  I became quite active and found myself intensely useful in looking after the roguish hogs, cattle, and sheep that complimented our enclosed lands by forsaking other foraging grounds for them.  Every disposition on my part to kick against this free use of my anatomy was at once politely repelled by the flattering declaration that I could attend to it more reliably and intelligently than others.  Then it was too “good for my health”, they declared, that nothing else must be thought of.

Roads were few and horrible.  I soon became an expert horseback rider and as a general agent and messenger, I was pronounced a success.  Our nearest Post Office was Red Sulphur Springs, distant five miles up the Creek.  All sorts of workers in wool, iron, or leather, all flouring mills, wool carding machines, and stores were distant from 6 to 12 miles.  While few and distant they were needed by our family with a frequency that I grew weary of and for any and all trips I was held in convenient and constant reserve.

My education in this line was progressing beautifully until it became a settled conviction that the corn and harvest fields of the farm offered to me an opening that ought not to be longer neglected.  I was anxious to be regarded as generally expert and before I knew the danger I had so distinguished myself in this new role that I no longer was permitted to abandon it.

Oh, how I did welcome the old log field schoolhouse.  It was distant more than two miles over roads and Across creeks that would have been deemed intolerable save as a means of escape from the horrors of the field. 

I had been taught at my mother’s knee, through Webster’s Speller, and even to read to a limited extent.  About 1837 my Uncle Abijah Fowler, one of the authors of Fowler’s Arithmetic, at a late hour of a wintry night, arrived with a “carry-all” load of his books and halloed at our front gate.  My mother exclaimed, “that is Abijah Fowler’s voice”.  He lived 200 miles distant and had not been seen by her for years, but women’s intuition was in this instance verified and in a few minutes our social circle was ablaze with his fund of anecdote and personal reminiscence.  In a few days, he organized quite a large “Thirty days arithmetic school”.  Both sexes were admitted, most of the pupils being adults.  Three times per day – morning, noon, and evening, the entire school stood up in a row and repeated every table and rule in the book – all speaking at once.

There was a degree of pleasing excitement and of delightful emulation, a rhythm and unanimity of action that was wonderfully promotive of progress.  The entire lesson soon became so thoroughly learned by all and was delightfully easy and beautiful that the exercise was awaited and looked for with inexpressible anxiety.  Of course, the hours between these recitations were devoted to the study of examples so that at the close of the thirty days term there was scarcely one so dull as not to have mastered the work.  This old system has passed into disuse, but it is by no means certain that it has been or will be improved upon.

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But to the “Old log” or “Old Field Schoolhouse”.  In the autumn of 1840 one George B. Vass, a native of the vicinity, by drawing on the hills and hollows within a radius of three miles, succeeded in organizing a country school of fair size.  Neither age nor size presented any bar to matriculation into varied but limited classes.  Far up in a wooded hollow near the only Mill within ten miles of Indian, the principal patrons of the school met and with axes chopped timber down enough to make a necessary opening which they erected of unhewn logs, simply daubed with mud and covered with clapboards.  In its northern end was the great old fireplace, on its eastern side there was the door, made of boards and framed o wooden hinges, while on the west side, there was an opening for the only window of this crude building.  It was some twelve feet in length, made by sawing out one of the logs, and simply contained a single row of panes of glass.

In front of it, there was a sloping poplar plank on which the pupils by turns practiced at penmanship.  Except when the weather permitted the open door the only light to the school room was admitted by this writer’s window and the great old widemouthed chimney.  The seats were of split puncheons, with auger holes for the reception of very crude legs.

Near this building was erected a smaller one for the Teacher’s residence.  The school was to last a year and it opened with the winter.

At the dinner hour, each male pupil was required to repair to the steep wooded hillsides and procure and chop his proportion of the firewood for the use of the school.

The Teacher should be mentioned as a fine sample of honesty, for he had lost his little all on a drove of horses and was withal of so heavily in debt that, to protect himself, he filed his petition in Bankruptcy, but all the same undertook to pay these debts, even though it should take his lifetime to do so.  So that during this school term, before breakfast, at noon, and at the evening hour, he grubbed a few acres on the hillside contiguous to the schoolhouse and by his own manual labor produced thereon the means of providing partially for his scanty table in the little log cabin.  The product of his labor as a teacher he scrupulously divided among his creditors.  For years afterward, he taught and grubbed till he paid the last farthing, then went to Indiana and died there.

Twice a day, at noon and at the close of the day, the entire school “stood up to spell”, the successful one passing to the head of the column.  A small prize was promised by this poor man to the pupil who during the entire year should “stand head” oftenest.  At the end of the year, this prize was awarded to me with the remark that I had stood head more than half the time.

Mr. Vass used the birch rod liberally and while I excelled in spelling and in other branches. I also succeeded in getting my share o the Birch branch.  After the expiration of this year in the woods Mr. Vass was employed by my father for a year as a teacher of our family school, using therefore the comfortable old Butcher House where we first landed on our removal from Tazewell.

I at one and the same time respected and hated this man Vass.  Young as I was, respected him for his hard-fisted honesty.  It appeared to me that a man who, in the face of and under the protection of the Bankruptcy law, would live in the woods as he did and grub Dogwood and Sourwood saplings for a scanty remuneration, sleep in a room where he cooked his meals – for he was unmarried – in order to divide through long years among his creditors the little pay he got, and should thus tough it and rough it and patiently endure it all, was entitled to my respect.

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But he singled me out of his large school for the first victim of his birch rod.  I had laughed out in school and he coldly sent one of my fellow pupils to the wooded hillside for a birch rod and when it was brought in, he demanded that  I  should walk in front of him,  and in the view of the entire school, while he should publicly chastise me.  I absolutely refused to go.  He even pleaded with me to do so, but I stubbornly refused.  At last, he led me to believe that if I would obey him by taking the position demanded, he would not apply the rod to me.  I then stepped out and he immediately proceeded to castigate me unmercifully.  He evidently exhibited much feeling against me in doing so.  Meantime the entire school looked on with satisfied surprise.  I was unspeakably humiliated.  I felt he had abused my confidence and deceived me.  I believed then and believed yet, at the end of half a century, that he deliberately and weakly a public example of me for the purpose of the effect it would have over the other pupils of whom he was actually afraid.  My father’s family exceeded in wealth and rank the other patrons of the school.  Mr. Vass thought that if I were made the first victim of his authority it could not subsequently be said of him, by more obscure pupils, that he chastised them because they were socially weaker than I.

From that hour, I despised him and I even swore on that silent and unseen altar which has been planted in every proud though youthful breast that if I should live to manhood, Vass and I could live peacefully toward each other only by existing in widely separated communities.

But he had many virtues.   He was a man of delicate physique.  His hair was fine, straight, and fearfully black.  His compaction was like yellow tallow but I never saw among the blue veins, that were ever visible on his forehead and his hands, the slightest tinge or indication of arterial glow.  His countenance was cold and unfeeling.  I went ahead as best I could with spelling, writing, and reading.  It was my good fortune to have my father procure for me a number of Farley’s books.  It was lucky for me to have my very first lessons in reading in the pure and simple style in which they were written.  Farley’s Tales, Farley’s Bible Stories, and Farley’s Asia and Farley’s England, and Farley’s Oceanica, were devoured by me with a curiosity and delight that almost reconciled me to Vass for the time.  I had one more year of him at the old Butcher House and then my cousin, Robert A. Pearis, wishing to study medicine under my father, agreed to teach our private school in the same building, at the same time pursuing his own studies.  At this time my brother Thomas was practically my sole companion, but John Tiffany, Esqr. Who lived ten miles distant, wished to avail himself of the advantages of our school and it was agreed that his son Charles, who was of companionable size for us, should board with us and go to our school.

This was a great streak of luck for us.  The difference between the social pleasure and enjoyment incident to a year’s contact of two boys, and of three boys may be described as immense.  We had dogs, a gun, a fishing tackle, and a canoe.  The river was on one side of us and Indian Creek on the other.  The streams were stocked with catfish and the eddies abounded in bullfrogs and turtle.

Our school had new rules inaugurated by my father, giving us study hours from sunrise till eleven o’clock a.m., the frolic till 3 p.m., and study till sunset.  That four hours at midday was largely spent, during the summer season in the river, for we soon learned to swim.  On rare occasions at night, we went with neighboring young men “gigging” or spearing fish, using huge torches made of the rich pine in which portions of the river hills abounded.  On frosty autumn nights, we hunted the raccoon and the opossum being always accompanied by some of the negro men belonging to the family.

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The last I ever saw of my first teacher, Mr. Vass, was in March 1852.  I went on a business trip to Logan Court House, now West Virginia.  I had heard that Anthony Lawson, a greatly successful merchant of the region wished to employ a clerk.  I was very tired of life at Indian and I concluded to ask Mr. Lawson in person.  Oh, what a lonely ride of a hundred miles.  The eternal silences that greeted and grieved De Soto could hardly been exceeded the major portion of that trip.  I spent my second night with a friend and relatives at Oceana, then quite a new town County town of Wyoming County.  To my amazement I there met Mr. Vass, who had gone there to teach a school.  For the first time in all my acquaintances with him, his demeanor toward me was that of pleasant familiarity.  He knew I was a recent student of Emory and Henry College and I teaching a class in surveying he had encountered a problem that neither he nor his class could solve.

He thought I was his man and he at once applied to me to help him out of the difficulty.  I promised to do so on my return home, and to write him the solution, which I did.                                                                                                                

I think it was the spring of 1842, that my father employed him as a teacher of a family school, for that purpose, using the “Butcher House”.  It was the following year that Robert A. Pearis (The A. standing for Alexander) took charge of this family school, and for two years – 1843 & 1844 – the sovereignty of the Butcher House was transferred from Mr. Vas to him.  He was my first cousin – his mother, Rebecca Chapman, who was the sister of my mother, having died in early married life.  My father became his guardian and so for years, he became a member of our family.  After the usual friction at the usual country schools, he decided to prosecute the study of medicine under my father, so that he became at the same time Pupil and Teacher.  Under him, I was advanced to Green’s English Grammar, Mitchell’s Geography, Comstock’s Natural Philosophy, and Fowler’s – and later, other Arithmetics.  These days were happy ones.

Owing to my advancement and to my age, I was permitted to leave the school room and pursue my studies where it best suited my inclinations.

Smugly ensconcing myself among the hay stacks, in the cool and sunny days of Spring and Autumn, or beneath the Apple and Plum trees I Summer, the new and surprising beauties revealed in these books, gave me a supreme delight.  But it should be understood that during the winter seasons, our Teacher visited the Philadelphia Medical College, and our school was there for not continuous.

At the close of the winter of 1844 and 1845, our teacher found himself as “M.D.”, and was at once interested in seeking for himself a location for the practice of his profession.

He first visited my father's old friends and relatives in Parrottsville, Cocke County, East Tennessee. There was said to be an excellent village school there. Tennessee though, maybe years younger than Virginia, had already outstripped the older state in that she had a rudimentary free school system, supplemented by taxation. This advantage soon bore fruit that attracted to Parrottsville a very competent teacher from the Olden Plains of Eastern Virginia, Powhatan Bouldin, a citizen so close to the dividing line between the counties of Charlotte and Halifax, that the county of his former home is in doubt. He was a brother of the late Judge Wood Boudin of the Virginia Court of Appeals period at Parrottsville. He was running a large and successful school, distant one mile from the farm residence of my uncle, Josiah Fowler.

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My brother, Thomas B Fowler, accompanied Dr. Pearis on his Tennessee trip and became a boarder in the family of my uncle., with whose sons and daughter he attended as a pupil, the school of Mr. Bouldin In the autumn of 1845, my father concluded to visit his Tennessee friends and to have me accompany him so that I might enter Mr. Boudin's school. In September 1844, he had taken me on a mare visit to the same place. In both cases, the journey was 200 miles and both were made on horseback and in the space of six days.  I was favorably impressed with the appearance of Mr. Bouldin, who was a man of fine physique fully six feet in stature and weighing some 220 pounds. He had a Roman nose and protruding chin that impressed the average pupil so greatly with his strength of purpose and with a sublime sense of his authority in general appearance. He was a silver gray and well knew how to assume an attitude of importance that never failed to make the small pupil shake in his shoes.

The side of the schoolhouse was handsome and even inspiring. Situated, north of Main Street at the rear of a commodious vacant square and the foot of a beautiful grove of native oaks that shaded the large Methodist campground stood the school building. It was comparatively new of commodious size and of frame structure, weatherboarded without and plastered within.

 

At each end was a large brick chimney with a large fireplace for each half of the large room, which was the one distinctive feature of its plan. The west end was occupied by the male pupils and the east end for the female pupils. On the south side of the large room, there was an elevated platform on which sat and spat and presided the august and pompous Mr. Bouldin. At each end were closed desks in the wall for the reception of the books, slates, and writing material of the pupils. The immense floor space was well provided with benches of good style and there was an air of light and comfort about the entire interior that was promotive of study. The campground was an acre of ideal landscape, surrounded almost with comfortable and presentable wooden tables in the center of which stood a large and imposing shed constructed of huge oaken timbers and covered with shingles.

Immediately at one end of it was quite a comfortable and substantial building for the use of the preachers during the annual camp meeting for an epoch only 45 years down the 19th century. This was a good outfit for a country school.

There were nearly 100 pupils and many of them were grown gentlemen and ladies studying the Latin and Greek languages and similarly advanced others otherwise. And yet Mr. Bouldin used the rod.

During the long days. He sat on his wooden throne with his five-foot hickory scepter, spat his tobacco juice, and looked sublime. He had two daughters of tender age, the older, extremely ugly, and he beat her often and cruelly in the presence of the school. The younger was beautiful, winning, and bright, and he petted and caressed her but never chastised her. My heart pitied poor Tyler as she was named and my very soul burned with indignation at the brutal treatment of the unfortunate girl. I was just fourteen years of age and I greatly feared this imposing monster. My young wrath swelled within me and I nursed it along. And well, even then I had an idea that “time at length sets all things even”. He professed however to regard me with partiality and he gave me a carte blanche to enjoy together with the older male pupils the freedom of the grounds in pursuit of my studies.

By some occult and schismatic influence. The young men of the school were divided into the Parrottsville and Big Creek parties. Mr. Bouldin kept a boarding house in connection with his school and the young men from Big Creek boarded with him. It soon became the idea that Mr. Bouldin was a Big Creeker.

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I was necessarily one of the Parrottsville party which contained some very nice young men, though none of them were physically a match for the stalwarts from Big Creek.

As the months wore away the feeling between the two parties became so intensified and persons outside the school participated in it. A bad pugilistic encounter occurred between one of the grown pupils and a merchant of the town, and as the two antagonists were of opposite school alignment, it made matters worse. As the town party was not equal in muscle to the Big Creek party, there was no desire on their part to participate in a collision and there was a subdued peace till the following September.

Meantime, I pursued my studies in English going through Smith's and then Boyens, English Grammar, Mitchell Geography, Fowler's Arithmetic, Pike's Arithmetic, Davies Arithmetic and Emerson's arithmetic, and Davies geometry. In the outdoor practice of my studies. I became even to some of the grown young men a teacher, especially in mathematics, a number of whom declared they preferred my instructions to those of Mr. Bouldin.   

                  

But the summer vacation put in its appearance in due time and the feuds and ambitions that were fed by daily associations had time to subside as the social life of a school dissolved for the dog days. In the meantime, let us go back for a while to the:

HOME LIFE ON CLEAR CREEK

A beautiful little stream called Clear Creek threaded its silver pathway through the environments of Parrottsville and ran westerly through a semi-wooded mile of distance to the home of my uncle Josiah Fowler, with whom I and my brother were boarding, who had spent a portion of his young manhood in getting up in partnership with his older brother, Abijah Fowler, Fowler's arithmetic. After its general introduction throughout East Tennessee, he married and settled at the point above indicated on Clear Creek and became a model and successful farmer. During the winter we spent there, it was a continuous round of enjoyable home life varied by the excitements connected with school days at Parrottsville.

In that winter of 1845-6, my uncle's family was visited by John Fowler of Laurens District, South Carolina, who brought with him his two sons. Wade Fowler, Wiley Y. Fowler and daughter Millie, all of them being grown. John Fowler was a second or third cousin of Josiah Fowler. After a delightful visit of several weeks, he and Wade Fowler returned to South Carolina, leaving Wiley and Millie, who entered Mr. Bouldin's school and remained as pupils of it till its inglorious ending to be chronicled further on in this narrative.    

These additions to our home circle enabled us to pass the long winter nights in study that were enlivened and heightened by the most delightful social intercourse in which vocal music and anecdotes abounded. John Fowler was a man of the same age as my uncle and the two were fully as mirthful as the younger pupils. Companionship with them was delightful.   During the following summer, Edward Baldridge, who was also a cousin of some degree of Josiah Fowler, the latter's mother being Mary Baldridge, dropped down into the Clear Creek Ranch and there remained for several months. I think he too came from South Carolina. He was a man of fine intellectual facilities but was, as I remember, a bachelor of some fifty years and seemed to have no special aim in life. I regret that neither from him nor from my father's mother did I think to get any history of the Baldridge side of my family's house. During the year 1846, the inspiring and exciting news of the battles of Taylor and Scott with Santa Ana and Mexico reached us by the tedious process of the stagecoach, steamboat, and horse mail.

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But it was nonetheless interesting for the fact that the telegraph was scarcely evolved from the wonderful brain of Morse and certainly in a very limited use.

SCHOOL AGAIN

At last in the beautiful month of September, when skies looked fairest and earth looked richest, a small portentous explosion occurred in Parrottsville. The school of the august Mr. Bouldin was seemingly on Heavenly seas, and while it was drifting in sweet serenity as still as Longfellow's “Wreck of the Hesperus”, she drifted where the salt sea waves looked soft as carded wool.

It was perhaps the last Monday morning of September that on my arrival at this schoolhouse, I was told of an occurrence of the day previous that in the parlor of one of the Parrottsville families, in which reflections were made on one of my friends who was a pupil of mature years. I promptly informed him of it. The little spark became a blaze and in less than an hour, the bully of the Big Creek party attacked my aforesaid friend near the schoolhouse door.

As the fight progressed, the entire school rushed out to witness it. Prominent in this crowd was the important Mr. Bouldin, who stood within six feet of the contestants with a composure that was devilish, saw my friend overpowered by his coarse antagonist and his head beaten against the schoolhouse wall until he bled and was finally forced to call for relief. Another big creek bully then stepped forward at the sight of Mr. Bouldin and said there were some more present who needed chastisement and if such would then step forward, they would be accommodated. Mr. Bouldin waited to see that no one responded to the challenge and without having uttered a word during the whole affair, he announced that school would then be resumed.

At night. I told my uncle of the affair and asked him if he thought that a man who would thus demean himself was a proper one to teach a school.  I had stated the case allegorically, suppressing any reference to names or locality. He instantly asked me if any such case had occurred within my knowledge. I saw I had “struck oil” and frankly told him the whole truth. I saw him bite his lips and I knew Mr. Bouldin’s school was ended. Our family was represented in it by eleven cash-paying pupils and Josiah Fowler was no pawn in any Parrotsville game. The next morning a servant and two horse wagons were at my disposal for a “very determined man was this quiet uncle of mine”. At his soft command. I went to Mr. Bouldin’s schoolhouse as the sun was shifting beautifully and the very quietness of the whole scene bespoke a calm, suggestive of peace and love. The vast school minus our eleven were in their seats and Mr. Bouldin was on his throne and was quietly masticating his tobacco and spitting its Virginia juices on the floor. There was not a sound to break this unnatural silence as I timidly walked into the schoolroom. It was my last pilgrimage to the Bouldin throne. Poor Tyler and my bloody but intellectual and plucky friend were now to be avenged.

In the non-poetic language which best fitted the occasion. I informed my late teacher that my uncle had directed me to ask for the privilege of removing from the building all the books, desks, and furniture that belonged to our cabalistic eleven and that a wagon was waiting without for the purpose of removing them.

The lordly and fearful Mr. Bodine sprang from his throne as if fired from a catapult with his awe-inspiring anatomy he towered.

 

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To be brief about it. He first exploded and then declared I had just saved myself from expulsion -- that I was the cause of the whole affair that he had intended on my arrival to expel me from the school and to use a homely phrase, he proceeded in the presence of some seventy-five pupils to preach my funeral.  In sundry and diverse ways. he gave vent to a towering and guilty rage that bordered on insanity. For a moment I was terrorized, but the sun was shining so sweetly overhead that I felt somewhat reassured. The audience was fine and we both had the most quiet and flattering attention. No expulsions were now needed in that school. That bright day was its last. Next morning, of the fifty Parrotsville adherents, not one was at school, and never again did even one of them muster under Mr. Bouldin's banner. Mr. Bouldin became quickly and fearfully drunk and proceeded to terrorize the village. As he walked, the Parrotsville earth was like an enraged mastodon.

In a few days and during his intoxication, the Methodist Camp Meeting was so close at hand that tent holders began their preparations for that interesting annual event. Mr. Bouldin walked into the sacred grounds and proceeded to insult Major Smith, the father of three of the pupils who had followed us out of the school. Within five minutes he received a thrashing that was simply indicative of retributive justice. Major Smith stamped him till he feared to progress further with the delightful pastime.

A week thence, I and my brother, accompanied by our uncle, were welcomed at Old Indian by the loving ones there who were first amazed and then delighted. We had done just right was the verdict of my father and mother. My Uncle Josiah made an exception of me and kept up for years thereafter a correspondence with me. During many of the following months he wrote me that every time he met the dethroned monarch of the Parrottsville Academy, the latter had declared to him that “Chap” Fowler had broken up his school and I always asked my uncle to reply to him that I was proud to have the credit of it.

Sixteen of the sweet years of my life had passed. I had bid adieu to Indian and had gone back to the sweet-scented summers of Tazewell. There I had married and had spent eight years of happiness and then removed to Emory, where I had been educated, after losing sight of Parrottsville. The wonderful piece that distinguished the Union had terminated and the bloody and fearful war of secession had come. East Tennessee had divided over the question of the Union. Her people had become enraged at each other and there was no longer peace within her borders. Many of those who adhered to the southern flag refuged to Virginia. It was in January 1863, almost midway through the war, that I was for a while assisting Mr. W. A. Stuart at Saltville, leaving my family at Emory where I had an apology for a store for no one could procure anything of value owing to the blockade. I had left my store clerk in charge of the store and post office during my absence in the above-named capacity.

 

A tall, gray-headed, and gray-bearded man came plodding on foot from the west through the snow to the door of my store and asked permission of my salesman to warm himself at the fire.  While doing so, he inquired the name of the proprietor and expressed a lively curiosity as to whether I had once been a pupil of his at Parrottsville, Tennessee. On being told that often I had been heard to speak of going to school at that locality, he at once remarked he must be going on and went slowly down the snowy track of the railroad leading to eastern Virginia. On my return from Saltville I was told of the matter and looking back through the intervening years I thought I could see that the storms and disappointments of domestic life had told on  Mrs. Bouldin. She had died and the children had matured and sought the thousand by-paths that lead from the parental roof out into the wide world so that my old teacher had fled from the hostile guns and fratricidal strife between the divided people of East Tennessee and vainly sought the last Paradise at East Virginia. That broken-in Fortune had bent with age and pining for the still-sweet visions of younger and better days.

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He had undertaken the painful pilgrimage on foot to the land of his fathers; that naturally he had taken the line of railway that leads from the beautiful French Broad to the winding and slow-moving Appomattox.

My heart filled at once with sorrow over the picture I had conjured. And I greatly regretted that my absence had prevented me from giving him a welcome to my door and the pitiful aid that the war had left in my power. Of course, he has long since passed the way of man, men and I fain would hope, has passed up the golden stairs.

BACK ON THE INDIAN FARM

This rupture of the Parrotsville school resulted in my renewal of the experience of the old Indian farm and for more than a year I had the renewed delights afforded by its bruises and its briars, its snows and its torrid heat, its fishes and its fruits. For Indian was a land of the apple and the peach and the grape. New River was a stream of alternate shoals and eddies and its waters were of delightful temperature at summer time. I became an expert swimmer being at the curious and inquiring age of sixteen. I became quite a reader. My father had a fair library which I took every opportunity to utilize and I eagerly devoured every newspaper and literary monthly I could procure up to this period of my life. My experience had alternated between the farm life and the seclusion of Indian and the delights of school life away from home. I could but sympathize with the kindly-hearted Negro slaves with whom I had at times toiled in the field but who had no intermissions of relief from its terrible monotony.

I found myself unconsciously but steadily drifting into sympathy with the anti-slavery cause. I took in what appeared to me to be the enormity of human slavery, and I often conversed with my parents on the then-utopian idea of the freedom of the Negro slave.

Our own slaves were increasing in numbers and in the necessary life with them on the farm, I found them always kindly disposed, loyal to me, and even companionable in many ways. I looked eagerly forward to the day when I would be emancipated from the horrors of lonely country life and the hardships and exposure of the farm.

But as I listened to the monotonous songs of these slaves and witnessed their exclusion from the satisfaction of books and from the hope that education inspires, I could see no bow of promise in their sky, and my heart pitied them. Some of them besought me to teach them to spell and read so that they could read the Bible and the church hymns. And I was informed that the code of Virginia by Act of Assembly session of 1830 and 1831, Page 108 and of 1847 1848, page 120 enacted that “If a white person assembled with Negroes for the purpose of instructing them to read and write, he shall be confined in jail, not exceeding six months and fined, not exceeding one hundred dollars. All the same, I proceeded to do so as the opportunity offered.

These slaves owned by us were free from one source of awful dread to the slave race as a rule. They knew we would not willingly put them on the auction block. Still, the idea that as the children of my father matured, they would naturally revolt against a separation of them. To some extent, this was ever present and they looked forward to it with mingled solicitude and curious interest.

At last, came the winter of 1847-8, and it was then agreed I should be sent to Emory and Henry College, the only institution of note within our reach. It was distant 100 miles across streams and mountains and was reached only by wagon roads that were quite imperfect. There was no stage route between and it was an absolute necessity that its students should take with them their own outfits.

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Taking advantage of some wagons that were going to Saltville which is distant ten miles from the college. I, in the cold and dreary days of early January, landed at Emory and Henry and introduced myself to President Charles Collins, was assigned to room 36 third story West Wing of the College building with Oscar Wylie of Botetourt County, now, Dr. Wylie of Salem and my roommate. The almost intolerable loneliness of my first college days surpassed, if possible, that of Indian, but soon gave way to delightful companionships that were speedily formed and I found my new life filled and expanded with intense satisfaction, often resulting from enlarged literacy and social advantages. The thorns and exclusion of Indian formed in my mind imperishable background on which the real life I had commenced and the luminous hopes of the future took shape in pictures that made me supremely happy. But trooping across this bright picture came gloomy convictions that the slaves had left in fields of Indian could look forward to no future brighter than their then present.

During the two entire years of 1848-9 that I remained at Emory for such the college post office was called. I devoted myself to the completion of the English course of study. I soon joined the Hermesian Society and having access to its library, I gratified my thirst for reading by resort to those offers most celebrated for the purity of their style, such as Prescott, Irving, Addison, Macaulay, Milton, and Walter Scott.

During 1848. Reverend Frederick A. Ross, D.D., a Presbyterian Divine of East Tennessee, invaded the college vicinity on a purely doctrinal mission. He was a declared Calvinist and one of the ablest Logicians in the country. The college and all its staff were Methodists. The college being the child of the Holston Methodist Conference. The notorious “Parson” Brownlow of the Knoxville Whig was a violent advocate of Armenianism. He and Ross had collided in the literary debates that distinguished that period. This oratory and doctrinal invasion of Dr. Ross was resented by the Methodist and very heated and interesting discussions in the vicinity of the college resulted during one of the large occasions of this kind being a very large assemblage of old Glade Spring Church.

To hear him, I made a pencil portrait of him that was pronounced lifelike and I soon found myself famous among the students of the College and this spread into the faculty of the college. Then consisting of President Charles Collins and Professor E. E. Wiley and Edmund Longley, all Northern men. I was quickly overwhelmed with applications for many of these to make like portraits of them. This pressure soon amounted to quite an obstacle to the proper pursuit of my studies. At first, the idea of receiving any remuneration for such services was repugnant to me and I stoutly refused every offer of money that was made to me. At last, however, I was compelled to charge for these portraits in order to lessen the number of applications that I found my lean purse replenished so that I was no longer scarce of pocket money. It was told and retold to me.

 

I was destined to become an artist and a distinguished career as such was predicted. If all this happened in this age of railways and cheap fares to Europe, it might have been. But at the close of 1849, fate took me back to Indian and that was sufficient to snuff out any flame of artistic ambition. I had no one to look to in a line that seemed fated to the seclusion of some European attic for years to come.  I was again bitten by the water snakes of Indian and bled by their thorns and briars and various experiences, including quite an experience in teaching again at a family school. I formed a plan of getting a position as a salesman in some mercantile establishment with a view to becoming a merchant. For this seemed to me the speediest way to a little money. I found I could do nothing in life till I had first accumulated some money. This was no sort of desire on my part. What is money? It is stored up power. It is accumulated labor. It is hard to be a force in the world till one has a cash storage battery of financial power.

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Without it, Rome would and could never have been built. Without it Napoleon would have been unknown. Without it Caesar would never have had his map of the world. Without it, Columbus could not have gotten beyond the three-league belt of the Spanish coast. Without it, Inglewood never have led the Anglo-Saxon march of man.

Morse could not move his telegraphic key to Congress in its closing revel of drink voted him forty thousand of power.  Then he moved the clock of ages forward. It is true that on my return from Emory, I had found Indian improved by the erection of a large and elegant brick dwelling. It was spacious and imposing and standing on a fine promontory that commanded a sweeping view of the New River Valley for five miles. It was a thing of delight to any beholder. Still, I longed for a broadened horizon than that of Indian and I saw no means of easier exit than the one I have alluded to. To my disappointment, I found the scheme difficult of execution. There were no such openings near Indian. Wherever I applied, I found the proprietors had sons and relatives whom they were disposed to employ. At last to the westward still further in the wooded frontiers. I heard of two situations that were said to be open to some aspiring young man. One was at Wyoming a hundred miles across on the Guyandotte and the other some thirty miles further at Logan Court House.

After a long and lonely journey heretofore alluded to, I found both positions filled by family friends of the respective proprietors and I returned disappointed. At last, in the rainy gloom through which the month of April 1852 entered the Zodiac. I received a letter from my cousin John C. MacDonald at Tazewell stating that if I chose to visit him sixty miles across the woods of Mercer, he would give me employment for a few weeks. The next morning, I was in the saddle headed for Tazewell. As I ascended to the Mercer County Highlands and looked backward, I took a farewell look at the silver stream of the New River winding beneath the elegant mansion where I had left the anxious parents who had so hopefully watched my youthful footsteps. I felt that I was leaving Indian forever through the tears of regret at leaving them behind, my soul swelled with exultant hope and I pressed on till the blue grass, valleys, and crystal streams of Tazewell arose like a vision of celestial beauty.

My wages were at first only $100 and my board. But they soon were voluntarily advanced until they had trebled. And after some months I had exclusive charge of the establishment, sold its goods, kept its books, and reduced the stock to such order that I could in the darkness put my hand on any article wanted.

LIFE IN TAZEWELL.

I had been so thoroughly disgusted with the seclusion and hardship of Indian that I was delighted beyond measure with my transference to town life at Tazewell and yet town life in the 50s was wanting in many of the luxuries that distinguished the close of the century. Water was still carried in pails from the spring or in rare instances drawn by crude devices from the well, which was by no means an improvement on those of Samaria in the days of Jesus.  The only artificial light was the tallow candles for even the great future of kerosene had not been entered upon. It had been discovered. But save a sale in country stores under the name of “rock oil” as a remedy for rheumatism, it had no market value.  Town life at Tazewell was simply intoxicating to an “Indian” boy. Instead of the dry branches and runs of the New River hills with their parched slopes of shale, I saw the perennial blue grass grow and was thrilled with the poetic impulse at its crystal waters everywhere flowing over the cleanest beds of pebble. The oldest and best families of Southwest Virginia had lovely homesteads at short intervals and in every direction. I had suddenly been landed in a new world where social intercourse was easy and delightful.

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Even the mountain passes that connected the loveliest of its sections were odorous of the richest woods and fragrant with their shaded ferns. For here there is a real distinct and unmistakable odor of supreme quintessence in the Tazewell Woods. Then too, I began to be regarded and acknowledged as a young man of more than average business promise to be appreciated as one of the sweets of life to those who have striven to deserve it, even if diluted by the suspicion of flattery. It is a sweet morsel to the uneducated tongue for to those without power, flattery is rarely bestowed on the unworthy.

     At first, my desire to please my employer and Cousin, McDonald was so consuming that I asked his advice and approval So often that it appeared to be a source of absolute displeasure to him and it seemed as though he was disappointed in me. At length, I concluded to resent his seeming disappointment with me. My taking my own advice, obeying my own judgment, and stubbornly taking the consequences.

     I soon had reason to regard my desperate remedy as success. McDonald at once became to me a changed man. He was pleasant in his manner, free in his communication with me, and on many occasions absented himself on distant business journeys, directing me to look after his entire interests until his return. He never failed on his reappearance to express his entire satisfaction as to my management of his business. I sold the goods, kept the books, made settlements of the accounts, handled the cash kindled my own fires when needed, and kept the entire store in order. To be plain:

I slept in the store,                                                                                                                                    I swept up the floor.

In those days, business was far different from its present character in one respect it was like the recent department store in that it kept everything supposed to be demanded by the community, but it lacked the modern division of labor and it sadly lacked the exclusive cash principle.

The one building contained in its one underground story and its two stories above ground. Groceries, dry goods, hardware, queensware, drugs, hats, boots, and shoes and notions. These were sold largely for country produce such as pork, bacon, hides, wheat, corn, oats, flax seed, tallow, lard, homespun goods woven on hand looms, deer skins, venison hams, fur skins, ginseng, and other mountain roots. This detail may seem homely, but this method of business is so rapidly fading that no adequate idea of the trouble of mercantile business of that period can be preserved or understood without it.

The modern elevator was unknown and the appliances that preceded it were crude and of course inconvenient. The great Logan Merchant, Mr. Anthony Lawson, heard of me and wrote me offering me increased wages if I would now come to him. I wrote him the proper reply, declining to desert my friend who had tried me when he, Lawson, feared to do so and telling him no amount of money he could offer would induce me to comply with his request.

At last, I became a victim of the dreaded dysentery that so often made me fearful of the beautiful summers and autumns of Tazewell. In a lonely room over the dining hall of my hotel, I suffered anguish while for a hundred times, I counted the blade and joints on a mammoth stalk of Indian corn, which had been by G.W.L. Brickley, author of “The History of Tazewell”, displayed on the wall in front of my bed of torture. Oh, how I now longed for the tender and almost divine hand of that mother I had left on the lonely slopes of Indian.  The cheap structure of the wooden building of the hotel permitted the intolerable noises that made the dining room beneath me a confused and resonating hell to defy and absolutely prevent sleep between the spasms of pain with which I was racked till at last, at the end of a century of semi madness, a friend of the family at Indian heard of my illness and called to see me.

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By him I sent word to my father, Dr. Fowler, who at once came to my rescue and in due time I recovered. As was said, by this illness, I was long enfeebled but renewed my duties at the store.

I think it worthy of mention that my friend McDonald, who like all other merchants there, went north twice a year to purchase his goods on his return from one of these trips presented me with a copy of his Treatise on Business which he requested me to read and study. This book proved so valuable to me in after life that I am sure it has saved me from repeated misfortune. Three of its points I have never forgotten and I esteemed them so valuable that I cannot resist with a desire to copy them here and give them for memory; to-wit:-

First, when everybody wishes to sell is the time to purchase. Prices are then low but never remain so.

Second, when everybody is with the idea of purchasing, it's the time to sell. Prices are then high but never remain so for long periods.

Third, never invest in any speculation no matter how sure the result may appear to you. More money than you can lose without inconvenience. Never speculate on any sum for loss of which would embarrass you. Never violate this rule for any apparent certainty of success.

I am sure that these simple rules have saved me more than once. And yet it will appear that I lost all and had to begin life anew at a time when I was loaded with a family and when all the avenues of trade were excluded by the darkness that in the southern states followed the surrender of the slave power.

Still, when I had slowly recuperated, started after an inheritance of baldness and silver hair, I recalled the fine business intellect of John C. McDonald and his kindness of purpose toward me and the wisdom of friendly, so that when the intoxication of the boom of 1890 rocked from their bases, many of the bright minds of that age, I was saved from the financial maelstrom that resulted.

In the autumn of 1858, I entered into a business arrangement with Isaac E. Chapman, which necessitated a severance of the relation between McDonald and myself. The latter was intensely opposed to my departure from his employment and in many ways he targeted me to remain. But my arrangements had gone too far to be reversed and the Mercantile House of Chapman & Fowler was open in time for the fall trade of 1853. In every respect this venture was by the public counted a success, our sales being larger than justified by our limited capital. For in Tazewell eighty percent of mercantile sales were made on indefinite time.

In the meantime, McDonald erected the largest, finest, and most imposing business house in the town, and he proceeded to fill it with a stock of goods which in volume and variety surpassed anything of the kind in the country. Business went on swimmingly in the usual ways. Large accounts and slow collections till the autumn of 1856 when McDonald, who was supposed to have based himself for a lifetime career in Tazewell, suddenly announced an entire change of plan by which he was to remove to the city of Richmond, Virginia, and to become the leading member of a large wholesale grocery and commission house. The firm of McDonald, Spotts, and Harvey, and McDonald astounded the Tazewell firm of Chapman & Fowler by proposing to sell to them his immense stock of general merchandise at Tazewell.

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The audacity of the proposition staggered us, but he proposed easy terms which meant a long time and plenty of interest at six percent. Visions of enlarged business careers for us were floated before our fervid imaginations and we first said no and later expanded into a stage of sublime satisfaction inconsistent with our refusal. We said yes. The immense invoice was taken and booming ourselves with large hopes and serene confidence. We sprang to our enlarged position at the busi-ness front for a wealthy country.

BACK A LITTLE

In 1854 I had met the girl whose modest demeanor, bright eyes, and tasteful attire caught me. And on December 8th of that year, I was married to Miss Keziah McDonald Chapman. We rented a small dwelling and began real life on a scale that was modest and moderate. My father and mother presented us with a couple of slaves, Melinda and her son Beverley and in true Virginia style, we found ourselves slaveholders. In a short time, we purchased a lot and erected on it a small cottage and soon had it surrounded with fruit trees, vines, and roses. At the end of half a decade, three tiny graves under the blue grass sod of the town cemetery told of the only sorrow that clouded our young lives.

As time ran on. We grew into the confidence and affection of the leading families of the county and when all else looked roseate and blissful, there slowly across in the mind the conviction that business conditions were becoming unpropitious. To his great amazement, I whispered to my partner in business that we need better sell out and proceed to secure and harvest results, by collections and payments. Vowing he would not even entertain nor discuss the proposition. He on the following morning informed me that he had slept, or rather not slept on it, and concluded the idea was worth entertaining. And a few days we had made a sale and it was soon decided that Mr. Chapman should remain in Tazewell and close up our beautiful and tidy home to the tender care of a tenant and with our little eight-month-old Nanny Bell, bade goodbye to all the sweet lights and shadows on Tazewell and removed to Emory in Washington County. Friends protested and pled, but the step had been too firmly taken to admit of hesitation and with many a tear and many a sad farewell, we drove our horses forty miles across the mountains and watered them in the Crystal Spring at Emory.

We were still in bluegrass land. It was not like Tazewell, Redolent of eternal beauty and odorous of the rhododendron and Fern. But we were at the railroad, the only one west of the Blue Ridge.   It had long appeared to me that the valley north of Clinch Mountain would invite and compel the construction of railroads therein. But they came not. Time was running against me, but the railroad defied time. I would go to the railroad sooner than one could come to me. So, I went to the railroad.

I have heretofore told the division of our business chosen by Mr. Chapman. It was agreed that I should open and attend to a mercantile business we were to undertake in Emory. The firm would be really Chapman & Fowler, but for business reasons, it was called I.C. Fowler & Company. As such, it bought out Samuel Vance, the only merchant near the college, for Emory was the postal name for Emory and Henry College.   

We rented the only contiguous storehouse with its dwelling attached from the proprietors. One of the college professors and I immediately went north for more goods to add to the “Vance” stock.

When it had been opened and put in position, it so far surpassed anything Emery had theretofore seen but was quickly rated a mercantile lion. The man who makes an unusual show in this world is for a time at least overrated financially and in this instance, I was no exception to the rule. In one sense, my horizon was luminous to the point of intoxication.

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But now there was a cloud upon it no bigger than a man's hand. We arrived at Emery on October 25th, 1860. In less than 30 days as Lincoln had been elected president of the American Union. Already the budding horns of secession were visible in the southern sky. Buchanan was still President, but the coming Ides of March was to close his career. As such, the future of the Great Republic was in doubt. The bloody hand of revolution was shaking in the heavens. Stripped of all guise, slavery was at the last face-to-face with its antagonist. For the first time, Fannuil had sounded her “Fire bell in the night” The anti-slavery states had elected their candidate to the presidency and stood ready to inaugurate him. Jackson was dead. In South Carolina, brought forth the her slave flag that had been buried since Jackson’s day. Virginia was a border state and the coming storm seemed gathering over her soil. She did not wish to secede, but the cotton states in various ways threatened her with eternal ostracism, lest she should make common cause with them. But Virginia saw she was to be the battleground in the portending conflict.

 

The Ohio River was on her west, the Potomac on her north and the Atlantic on her east. With no navy and no means of protection on her river exposures, it was fully understood that her fate must be bloody and probably ruinous. In any event, the outcome would be the dissolution of her homes and the destruction of her businesses. Tyler was still alive at his Charles City home and in the full possession of his powers. The stately statesman was sent by her to a national Peace Congress. But there came no peace. South Carolina fired on the national flag and in a clap of thunder, Virginia seceded. As I looked on, I beheld the ruin of all business hopes for a generation. Even if I should live to see it. It eventuated as I had expected, and at its close, I had nothing but the worthless debts due me for goods that had all gone on the evil winds of the Euroclydon that swept the Southern states. I was left owing the north for the northern goods I had purchased for the Emory market. All my visions of peace and prosperity had vanished and I was left penniless in a moneyless land.

During the long night of the war, there were many incidents in which the friction of succeeding years had only brightened and burnished in my memory. My old friend McDonald came to me in 1861 and proposed to receive from Chapman & Fowler at par all the Confederate currency they could pay him and all then solvent bills receivable in payment of a debt due him for the Tazewell stock. I soon met him and paid him nearly the uttermost part. He then entered the Confederate service as a Major in the commissary department and was stationed at Dublin, which was considered the gate to the Kanawha Valley and to which point Major John C. Chapman was subsequently assigned as his headquarters.  He was double first cousin to Mrs. F. and first cousin to me and all the roar of war and of the disruptive forces that sundered many old ties. He became more steadfastly our friend if he lost an opportunity to visit us and refresh us with his delightful presence. I do not remember it.

I was twelve years his junior. but one day in 1863 he came to me and proposed to resign his position in the Quartermaster's department and enter the active service of the army. I promptly advised him against it, telling him that in his position with the honorable rank of Major, he would probably survive the war. The result of which I already regarded doubtful that if he entered the active service he would probably sacrifice his life. He fought over the matter for a time and then determined to take the course he had indicated. Having never married, he regarded it incumbent on him to go to the front of the battle line. In a short time, he had volunteered as a private in the cavalry regiment of Colonel E. S. Bowen of Tazewell, and going into the pending invasion of Maryland, he was quickly captured and imprisoned at Elmira, New York, and was never again seen by a friend. For very many years his friends failed to learn definitely what had become of him.

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In his last letter, he announced that he and other Confederate sick was on the eve of starting by vessel to Fortress Monroe for exchange. But when the vessel arrived he was not on board and it was believed he had died on the way and been buried in the Atlantic.

     For a third of a century. I sighed for the romantic and impossible that takes shape in our dreams that came of the extravagances of half sorrow and half hope. Perhaps he had escaped and being penniless, there and knowing his estate had been dissolved in the acidity of the war he had been too proud to return would yet recuperate his lost fortune and return Perhaps in some way he had been thrown on some foreign shore and would yet come back in the flesh. But he came not.

     At last. In 1897 when most of the friends he had revered had gone to the unknown bourne, the Richmond Times procured the roster of the Confederate dead who were buried at Elmira and published it there in the great column of heroes who died unattended by friendly hands in their dying hours with the name of John C McDonald. At first, I burned with the impulse to exhume his dust and bury it beside both of my own loved and lost in the little cemetery at Bristol overlooking both Virginia and Tennessee. But I now think otherwise. Peace and rest be to this honest man and unswerving friend beneath. There neath the same stars that shone over his lonely death and burial. Let him sleep. The day has changed. The slave has lost his chain. The dark wall that for a century stayed the time of empire between New York and Virginia has crumbled into sand. The march of men has gone on till at last there is only a step between the graves of York and the graves of Virginia. I would rather visit the spot where flickered beyond vision the splendid intellect of McDonald than attempt the impossible feat of restoring his remains to Virginia. At last and at least we know where he is beyond the bloody line of war, where he closed his eyes away from home and friends. He lies in the emerald field of the Confederate dead at Elmira. Oh, that He had taken my advice at Emory.

     During our stay in Tazewell. My brother Allan Fowler, ten years my junior, was sent to us for the purpose of obtaining the benefit of our town school for Indian as before intimated had none. And after our removal to Emory, he and my brother Elbert, two years younger than Allan, became inmates of our home and attendants of Emory and Henry College. As soon as hostilities commenced in 1861, there was a conflict between us to determine our course as to the war.

     It was instantly agreed that two of us should enter the Confederate service and that one should remain to protect and provide for the two families. Our mother being still on the farm at Indian with over thirty Negroes, the majority of whom were not self-sustaining. It was realized that Indian would be in an exposed position being precisely in the path of any invading force by way of the Kanawha Valley. Nor could I see any possible way of leaving my large unsettled business uncared for by anyone. I proposed that one of my younger brothers should remain and I and the other one would go to the front.

     This they instantly refused, saying that as young men without families, neither of them could remain at home without dishonor. All attempts to reason with them that the college would probably not be closed on account of the war and that neither of them had even half finished his education were useless and the lot fell on I.C. My wife's parents were long since dead and my father had died in 1858 so that my mother, distant from my own family of 140 miles across mountains, would be absolutely without protection. If all three of her sons should go to the seat of war. It was agreed that doubtless in the near future our mother, with all her then encumbrances, would have to be removed to Emory. For reasons too apparent to justify specific mention a premonition that was soon sadly realized.

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Allen Fowler joined Lowry s battery from Monroe County and was at once made first lieutenant a position he held throughout the war. After many hairbreadth escapes, he was finally wounded at Fisher's Hill in the valley of Virginia, his forearm being broken by a minie ball. This disabled him for a time and he came to my house and remained till able to return to his command. I have since the war, often met General G. C. Wharton, who never lost an opportunity to tell me that he believed Allen was the most gallant soldier he had ever saw on the battlefield.    

Elbert likewise enlisted in Lowry's Battalion. But afterward in company with Captain Rambo of Washington County, Virginia, made up a company of cavalry and after bloody campaigning under General William E. Jones between Cumberland Gap and Morristown, Tennessee, was finally captured in September 1864 at Moorefield, Hardy County and sent to Camp Chase, Ohio, where he remained till sometime after the surrender of Lee. In his service as a cavalryman, he was a lieutenant of his company.

 

HOW THE WAR OPENED

The first six months of our life at Emory was simply delightful. The first families of that fine section of a fine county received us with an open social welcome. Business results seemed more auspicious than we had expected. Never had we seen the kindly fruits of the earth more abundant and delicious from various states of the South. More than a hundred young gentlemen had entered Emory and Henry College and their presence added to other features of our new life. A vivacity and social flavor that was as desirable as it was new. The April sun was nearing its entrance to the Zodiac when with many concealed misgivings, I took the cares for New York to make new purchases of merchandise for Emory. I had heard the seismic warning from South Carolina and to my surprise, I found a businessman in New York as anxious as ever to sell to Southern merchants their goods on the usual six months' time. Most of the cotton states had followed South Carolina into the mad experiment of secession.

But Virginia stood firm having elected a sovereign convention to which this whole question should be referred.

This convention by a large majority was opposed to secession. Dynamite was still unknown to chemistry, but all the same, it was represented on that floor by convention and in the press of Richmond City by a number of fiery hotspurs who made it dangerous. A simple spark could fire a peaceful city and only one serpent was needed to destroy the peace of Paradise. The leader of these was probably ex-Governor Wise, who hanged John Brown at Harpers Ferry. On my way to New York, I stopped in Richmond and of course, visited the convention and took an intense interest in its sulphurous debate. Approaching Governor Wise, I asked him if he thought the state would succeed. Putting himself in the erect attitude which largely distinguished him. He replied, “By God: sir, we shall succeed.”

I proceeded to New York and deemed the business pulse of that city the most unerring guide to the business future. I pitched in and bought a full stop of goods, mostly on time. I had abandoned my own judgment for that of others. Angel of God was there none to warn me of my fearful error.

On my return to S.W. Va,  I must needs to take Richmond en route. In those days it was necessary to take a ferry boat between Washington and Alexandria. As I passed through Washington, I saw waving from the top of the Marshall House Hotel in Alexandria, the new Confederate flag. Taking the boat as I stood on the prow, I was almost transfixed by the audacity of that flag on the Marshall House.

 

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And while looking at it, some passengers approached me and asked me if I had heard that Fort Sumter was at that moment being fired on by the Confederate forces under Beauregard. I shuddered at the disclosure. On landing at Alexandria Wharf, I took the usual omnibus to that same Marshall House. I had already been informed that some days previous quite an assemblage of Virginia Unionists had assembled at Cocoquan a few miles lower on the Potomac and reared a union flag and that some of the advocates of the secession of Virginia had defied its erection and threatened to cut it down. That the unionist had threatened with immediate death any man who should attempt to execute the threat; that James T. Marshall, proprietor of the Marshall House, had procured an ax and had boldly walked to the flagpole and cut it down.

After the usual supper hour, I introduced myself to the proprietor of my hotel and informed him of what I had heard and asked him if it was true. He promptly replied that it was not only true but added that he had the Confederate flag then waving from the flagstaff of his hotel and that he intended to kill the first man who should attempt to remove it. Resolution was written in every line of his face and in every intimation of his voice.

The first gun of a coming war had been sounded at Charleston, and I felt that my landlord would be heard from before it ended and I asked him for his autograph and presenting my memorandum book to him. He replied I will do better than that for you. Opening his hotel deck, he took therefrom a sheet of note paper and an envelope on both of which was emblazoned in colors the tricolor Confederate flag. He wrote across the envelope –

James  W.  Marshall                                                                                                                                Marshall  House                                                                                                                                      Alexandria, Va.

Placing within the envelope the usual business card of his hours and two of his omnibus tickets. He handed the package to me. These I have carefully preserved and have now in my relic drawer. His was the first Confederate blood spilt in the war. He was the first of the long list of Confederate dead.

In a short time, Virginia seceded. “By God”, sir. And a squad of the Michigan Zouaves headed and led by Colonel Ellsworth, crossed the Potomac on the aforesaid boat and at early dawn walked into the Marshall House, passed up the stairway to the roof, pulled down that Confederate flag and wrapping it around his body. Colonel Ellsworth commenced the descent of the stairway to the street. He did not know his man as I did. By the time Marshall had been aroused, from his morning nap and apprised of what was going on, springing in his nightclothes from his bed, he grasped the double-barreled shotgun, bounded into the stairway hall, and in a moment he and Colonel Ellsworth were dead. He had made good his threat to me. And here in the gray twilight of the morning and in the gray twilight of the war lay dead, bloody, the first two victims of Lincoln's irrepressible conflict. The long foreboded and oft-predicted war over slavery.

 

This was on April 12th and on my arrival at Richmond the next afternoon I found a city aflame with passion. Fort Sumter had surrendered. All the artillery in the city had been brought to the southern front of Capitol Square, which was a mass of excited humanity. Brought of congratulatory cannon was ever earsplitting in its thunder. Roger A. Pryor’s assertion made a few days theretofore that “if you wish to make Virginia secede in twenty-four hours by Shrewsbury clock strike a blow” was practically vindicated. Lincoln called on Virginia to furnish her proportion of seventy-five thousand troops to save the Union of Washington, Jefferson and Jackson.

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Virginia responded with the instantaneous ordinance of secession. On my return to Emory, even staid old Washington County was ablaze with the war, her to Union members of the convention had yielded and signed the ordinance.

In a few weeks. Emory and Henry College crumbled like the unsubstantial fabric of a vision. It's one hundred students rushed to their homes in the southern states and volunteered. “Dixie” became the soul-stirring song of the country. The Stars and Stripes disappeared. Silver and gold fled from sight. All the appliances of prosperous business conditions stopped as though its great band had slipped or its master wheel had been broken by the pile driver of revolution. In order to atone for her tardy response to the Confederate explosion, Virginia invited the Confederate government to make Richmond it's capital. Exultant and gaily decorated trainloads of troops from the Gulf States crowded the Virginia and Tennessee Railroad, which became the aorta of the Southern war current. People flocked to the stations with loads of the finest viands their home afforded in order to refresh and welcome the boys who were rushing to the front. Generally speaking, those who had been violent in their opposition to secession now became the most vehement advocate. The spirit of the American Union was gone and the Confederacy was on top in extravagant glory.

At the first, I had looked on this secession fever as madness doomed to unmistakable misfortune and unsustainable because cornered on human slavery, which I detested. But all the friends I had were otherwise. I had been in the Dickinson and Hill slave auction rooms where stands the Ballard House Addendum to the old and aristocratic Exchange Hotel in Richmond. There I had seen the numbers of slaves standing in line for inspection by traders who did not hesitate to grasp them rudely by their upper and lower lips and pull their mouths open for the purpose of examining their teeth. And then take them behind a screen to be stripped by a burly Negro who prided in his office to be examined for possible physical defects.

It is disagreeable to tell this. It was disagreeable to witness it.  At the sight of it, my soul burned within me and for the first time, I recalled with faint mental resistance the impassioned utterances of Windell Phillips at Boston, when an octoroon girl was by Massachusetts authorities under the slave law of 1850 being returned to slavery in a cotton state. The soul of Phillips was on fire for human rights. And there at Faneuil Hall, he exclaimed. Fellow citizens, I am required and expected to say God bless the state of Massachusetts.

But with the sight of this woman who has escaped being returned to her chain by the power and consent of this state, I say God damn the state of Massachusetts.

Living where I did no such revolting or soul-stirring spectacle could occur. But here was slavery in its last analysis and most diabolical form. I said even to friends that I believed that if I had the right to so treat a human being, I had the right to kill and eat him. This may be unpopular, but it is frank and I will not suppress it.

But now here I was face to face with the awful question. Disguise it as we may. The North and South went to war. Not over the question of whether slavery should be abolished. Both admit did it must endure. The South claimed that slavery was embedded in the Constitution and therefore had equal rights in all the states and especially in the territories. The North claimed that slavery had rights, but that these rights were conferred to the states where it then existed. That no more slave territory should be tolerated. Slavery should be respected and protected where it already existed, but no further.

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Slavery was good enough to exist but not good enough to grow. In this dilemma I gave my support to the Confederate cause down to its very collapse.

At a later period of the war, I found myself in Lynchburg, Virginia, which was one of the points at which all-through travel was required to stop overnight and pay tribute to the local interests. I was on my way to Richmond to see if I could find any of the many articles of necessity which the blockade of all Confederate ports had deprived us of. Along with me were a number of my old Tazewell friends. Among them James P. Kelly, George W. Spotts, Isaac E. Chapman, John C. Higginbotham, and one or two others I cannot now name. Trains at that time were mostly occupied by soldiers in transit and all passengers had to enter by the front or second-class car and pass through the train to the rear. As we passed in at the car allocated to colored people, we were greeted by a sight that no one with the cold of heart could ignore in the crowded second-class car was seated, a Negro woman standing behind her with his arms around her was a Negro man. Both were sobbing with intense grief and sorrow unspeakable.

When finally seated in the rear car, I was quickly followed by the friend already named for a while. All was silence at length. Spotts remarked he had seen something that rendered him unhappy. Kelly remarked that he had seen what had made him an abolitionist. All agreed as to its horror. My solution was that the wife had been sold and was being taken to the cotton states.

It was agreed that Spotts should return and ascertain the absolute facts. In a few moments, he returned with the true story. Husband and wife had been living in Lynchburg, but each belonging to different owners. At last, the owner of the wife resolved to remove to one of the cotton states, leaving the husband who belonged to a different master in Lynchburg. It was many a mile before our little crowd even talked or slept.

I do not care to depict much further the heart of the slave system. Many of my acquaintances have seen the “slave driver” march to the southern markets, his double column of slaves, each handcuffed and a common iron chain connecting and securing them in pairs. It was never my fortune to see this, but it was the method usually adopted by slave dealers. Even now, while I write this, there sits before me a gentleman of high character reared in this who tells me he has seen it with his own eyes. I make this record because I believe it is due to the honesty of history.

There is another but possibly less sad feature of slavery that ought to be noted. Let me illustrate. My own wife's father was a slave owner. It so occurred that he failed in business and his slave had to be sold. The consequences are usually foreseen. In another case, a relative who became the owner of one of the family slaves in the unfortunate world of business had this young woman placed in the auction block. The usual slave speculator was present and I determined he should not take her away from her father and mother who resided in my vicinity. The bidding became spirited and when the eager eye of my opponent became dazed at my unexpected audacity, he exclaimed, “God, don't she go high”. I was not there to fail and I was the purchaser, at a high price of course.

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                                                      DESCENDANTS                                                                                             

Isaac Chapman Fowler and Kizzie McDonald Chapman

Editor’s Note:  From the I.C. Fowler Autobiography we have: ”In 1854 I had met the girl whose modest demeanor, bright eyes, and tasteful attire caught me. And on December 8th of that year, I was married to Miss Keziah McDonald Chapman. We rented a small dwelling and began real life on a scale that was modest and moderate…...    …..In a short time, we purchased a lot and erected on it a small cottage and soon had it surrounded with fruit trees, vines, and roses. At the end of half a decade, three tiny graves under the blue grass sod of the town cemetery told of the only sorrow that clouded our young lives.”  We can only assume that there was another very small death that occurred – maybe still-born or premature?  No mention of who the third grave belonged to.

  1. Thomas “Thomie” Fowler (Died Young)

  2. Infant Daughter Fowler (Died Young)

  3. Nancy “Nannie Belle” Fowler

  4. Mary Louise Fowler

  5. Priscilla “Scilla” “Cilla” Chapman Fowler

 

3.  Isaac Chapman Fowler                                                                            

BIRTH 02 SEP 1831 • Jeffersonville, Tazewell County, Virginia                     

DEATH 29 APR 1905 • Abingdon, Washington County, Virginia                 

Married: 04 Dec 1854 • Tazewell County, Virginia                                         

Keziah McDonald Chapman                                                                         

BIRTH 27 NOV 1830 • Pearisburg, Giles County, Virginia                             

DEATH 10 JAN 1906 • Abingdon, Washington County, Virginia  

 

Editor’s Note:  It is probable that Kizzie was living with her older brother, Isaac Edward Chapman, in Jeffersonville – Also known as Tazewell Court House, in Tazewell County where she met I. C. Fowler.  Her father, William had died, in 1850.)

3.1. Thomas “Thomie” Fowler                                                                        

BIRTH 5 NOV 1855 • Jeffersonville, Tazewell, Virginia                                 

DEATH 27 MAR 1857• Jeffersonville, Tazewell, Virginia

3.2.  Infant Daughter Fowler                                                                           

BIRTH 13 DEC 1857 • Jeffersonville, Tazewell, Virginia                               

DEATH 13 DEC 1857 • Jeffersonville, Tazewell, Virginia

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3.3.  Nancy “Nannie” Belle Fowler                                                                                                  BIRTH 25 MAR 1860 • Jeffersonville, Tazewell, Tazewell County, Virginia,                                            DEATH 11 DEC 1931 • Tampa, Hillsborough County, Florida                                                                  Married: 16 JUN, 1886 • Abingdon, Washington County, Virginia                                                          Stewart Franklin Lindsey                                                                                                                 BIRTH 04 SEP 1856 • Bridgewater, Rockingham County, Virginia                                                        DEATH 04 SEP 1907 • Bristol, Sullivan County, Tennessee                                                                  Son of Jacob H. Lindsey and Matilda Jane Gammon Slaven

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Southwest Examiner                                                                                                                              (Abingdon, Virginia)                                                                                                                                 Sat. Jun 19, 1886

ST. THOMAS CHURCH – Wednesday afternoon a large crowd of friends gathered at the above mentioned church to witness the marriage of Mr. S.F. Lindsey, of Rockingham County, and Miss Nannie Belle Fowler of Abingdon.  The bride and groom red the church to the strains of a beautiful wedding march, preceded, however, by their attendants and misses Dielle Fowler and Florence Meek, two sweet little flower girls.  The bride, always bright and pretty, looked doubly so in her beautiful bridal costume of cream satin, with long court train, and thule veil.  The groom wore conventional black.  The ceremony was performed by Re. Mr. Lloyd, after the beautiful manner prescribed by the Episcopal church.

Mr. and Mrs. Lindsey left on the 11 p.m. train for the home of the groom, and amid congratulations of friends, the Examiner extends greeting.

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The Daily Review                                                                                                                                    (Clifton Forge, Virginia)                                                                                                                           Tue. Feb. 22, 1910

TWO HYPNOTISTS GET MONEY FROM LASY

BOTH ARE ARRESTED AND LOCKED UP

Bristol, Tenn., Feb 22- The arrest here Sunday of John Fosgate, a hypnotist, 30 years old , and his confederate, William Lewis, revealed a sensational story of alleged hypnotic influence by which Mrs. Nannie Lindsey, the wealthy widow of Stuart F. Lindsey, who was for many years clerk of the Federal Court at Abingdon, Va., as a result of which she gave Hypnotist Fosgate $6,000 in cash, which amount she secured after an earnest effort of ten days to mortgage property in the city as a means of securing the loan.  This money, together with a gold watch, diamond ring and other jewelry, she gave the hypnotists.

     When Fosgate was arrested by a detective from the Baldwin agency, he admitted that he had secured the money from Mrs. Lindsey, but said that it was in accordance with a contract to marry her, and this he would be able to prove by both Mrs. Lindsey and her daughter.  Following the arrest of Fosgate here, his confederate, also a man of about thirty years, was located at Vance, Tenn., six miles south of the city, to which point he had gone on an early morning train.  He was captured in a farm house by Policeman Samuel Odell, who covered him with a revolver and forced him to surrender his grip. 

 

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Officer Odell found in the grip $7,400 in currency and gold, $3,500 of it being in gold coins.  Locked in a tin ox with this money was also gold watches and rings and pins containing diamonds valued at $4,500.

Fosgate and Lewis were both locked up in the city jail Sunday afternoon and the jail is under guard.  Fosgate came here a month ago claiming to have come from Los Angeles, Cal., although he is known to have operated in New York City at one time.  His Confederate had been here only a few days.

Fosgate when seen in the city jail, said he would be able to prove himself innocent of any scheme to defraud, declaring that Mrs. Lindsey would not deny on the witness stand that she was to have become his wife, and his securing this money was a part of that contract.

Fosgate is a handsome man of medium size, being of ruddy complected with light brown hair and blue eyes.  He dresses elegantly.  His office has been flooded daily with society men and women, anxious to hear his version of what the future held in store for them.  Fosgate was preparing an address on church creeds, which he intended as he stated, to deliver before the Y.M.C.A. Association of Bristol.

It develops that Fosgate and his associate duped others.  He got money from James Lickett, a young merchant, who today recovered $500 and has also attached diamond ring, Fosgate sticks to his original story.  He says Mrs. Lindsey agreed to deed him her fortune if he married her.  Her friends declare she is a victim of hypnotism.  She says she has nothing against Fosgate, but only wants her money back.

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The Bristol Herald Courier                                                             

Sat. Dec. 12, 1931

MRS. NANNIE B. LINDSEY SUCCUMBS AT TAMPA

Body Will Be Interred at East Hill Cemetery

P.A. Goodwyn was advised last night ago the death of Mrs. Nannie Belle Lindsey, widow of the late Stuart F. Lindsey who was at one time clerk of the United States court at Abingdon. Mrs. Lindsey spent most of her life in Bristol but moved to Tampa eight years ago where she also resided.

She is survived by two daughters, Mrs. John F. McAllen and Mrs. W.C. Kah and two grandchildren, all of whom live at Tampa.  Mrs. Lindsey will be buried at East Hill Cemetery, Bristol, but complete funeral arrangements have not been made.

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Shenandoah Herald                                                                                                                               (Woodstock, Virginia)                                                                                                                              Fri. Sep. 13, 1907

Mr. Stuart F. Lindsey died at his home in Bristol, Va.  Mr. Lindsey was a native of Bridgewater.  He died on his 51st birthday.  He was a lawyer and at one time was a member of the Harrisonburg bar.  At the time of his death he was clerk of the United States Court at Abingdon.

 

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3.3.1.  Dawn Fowler Lindsey                                                 

BIRTH 17 NOV 1887 • Bridgewater, Rockingham County, Virginia                       

DEATH 4 DEC 1966 • Daytona Beach, Volusia County, Florida                             Married:  10 JAN 1912 • Knoxville, Knox County, Tennessee 

John Franklin McAllen                                 

BIRTH 17 NOV 1883 • Knoxville, Knox County, Tennessee   

DEATH 5 MAR 1943 • Volusia County, Florida                     

Son of John Adams McAllen and Blanche Margaret Crawford

Children:

3.3.1.1.  Grady Brown Williamson Jr.                                                          

BIRTH 1 NOV 1933 • Tampa, Hillsborough County, Florida

DEATH 18 OCT 1971 • Seoul, South KoreaMarried:31 Aug 1963 • Daytona Beach, Volusia County , Florida                                         

Sarah Elaine Freeman  

BIRTH 11 MAY 1945 • San Diego, San Diego County, California 

3.3.1.1.2.  Nannie "Nan" Louise Williamson

BIRTH 8 FEB 1940 • Daytona Beach, Volusia, Florida  

DEATH 8 SEPT 1993 • Pittsburgh, Allegheny, Pennsylvania                          Married: Nov 1968 Volusia County, Florida                                                     

Jay Richard MacCurdy                                                             

BIRTH 11 JUL 1944 • Braddock, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania 

DEATH Pittsburgh, Allegheny County,  Pennsylvania                                           

Son of William I. MacCurdy. and Evelyn Parker

3.3.2.  McDonald Stuart Fowler  Lindsay 

BIRTH 24 OCT 1895 • Abingdon, Washington County, Virginia                            DEATH 10 MAY 1971 • Lutz, Hillsborough County, Florida                                    Married: 07 AUG 1917 • Bristol, Washington County, Virginia                                Ottwa Buford Coffey                                                                                         BIRTH 4 MAR 1896 • Amherst County, Virginia                                                    DEATH 9 NOV 1964 • Bristol, Sullivan County, Tennessee                                    

 

 

Son of Edwin Horsley Coffey and Mary Rucker                                                     

Divorced: 1928 • Hillsborough County, Florida                                                      Married 2nd:                                                                                                          William Colen Kah                                                                         

BIRTH 7 DEC 1882 • Macon, Bibb County, Georgia  DEATH 2 JAN 1941 • Tampa, Hillsborough County , Florida                                                                Son of George Colen (Collin) Kah and Lucy Shelton Wallace                                Children:                                                          

3.3.2.1.  Stuart Colen Chapman Kah                                                            BIRTH 12 AUG 1929 • Tampa, Hillsborough County, Florida                                DEATH 05 JUL 1986 • Lutz, Hillsborough County, Florida                            Married: Aug 1961 • Houston County, Alabama                                   

Betty Lou Tutwiler                                                                                            BIRTH 21 FEB 1942 • Tampa, Hillsborough County, Florida                                DEATH 23 NOV 2000 • Florida                                                                     

Daughter of Orville K. Tutwiler and Lucy Bell Weaver

3.3.2.2.  Chapman Fowler Kah                                                                     BIRTH 9 APR 1932 • Tampa, Hillsborough, Florida                                                DEATH 2 MAY 2019 • Sumter County, Florida                                                      Married:  13 Aug 1955 • Jacksonville, Duval, Florida                                            Erna Raye Williams                                                                                          BIRTH 15 AUG 1937 • North Carolina                                                                  DEATH 13 OCT 2013 • Tampa, Hillsborough, Florida                                            Daughter of James Henry Williams and Gladys Victoria Dail

3.4. Mary Louise Fowler                                                                     

BIRTH 29 FEB 1868 • Goodson (Now Bristol), Washington, Virginia                    DEATH 24 SEP 1903 • Abingdon, Washington,                                                    Married: 10 Nov 1892 • Washington, Virginia     

David Alexander Preston  

BIRTH 29 DEC 1869 • Washington County, Virginia                                           

DEATH 30 JUN 1940 • Abingdon, Washington County, Virginia                            Son of Samuel Alexander Preston and Mary Cummings Parrott

Children:  

3.4.1.  Louise McDonald Preston                                               

BIRTH 2 SEP 1893 • Estillville, Scott County, Virginia                                            DEATH 7 APRIL 1985 • Jamaica, Queens County, New York                              Married:  9 Sep 1919 • Norfolk, Norfolk City, Virginia     

Joseph Parnell Greene          

BIRTH 5 JUL 1890 • Louisville, Jefferson County, Kentucky                           DEATH 18 JUN 1970 • New York

Children:

3.4.1.1.  David Parnell Greene                                                                      BIRTH 6 FEB 1923 • New York, New York                                                            DEATH 19 OCT 1944 • Burma  

(Died during WWII)  Unaccounted-for Remains, Group A, 1941-1975)

3.4.2.  Icelia Mae "Mimi" Icelia Mae "Mimi" Preston                           

BIRTH OCT 1898 • Abingdon, Washington County, Virginia               

DEATH 25 MAY 1958 • New York City, New York                                 

Married: 10 Oct 1924 • Queens, New York                                          Robert Edward Collum                                                                        BIRTH 8 AUG 1903 • New York City, New York                                   

DEATH 23 JUN 1969 • New York                                                        

Children:

3.4.2.1.  Robert Edward Collum Jr.                 

BIRTH 10 MAY 1928 • New York City, Queens, New York                                     DEATH 14 AUG 2007 • Leesburg, Lake County, Florida                                      Married:  26 Nov 1952 • Bexar County, Texas     

Thelma June Drankovicz                                                                                BIRTH 1 JUN 1934 • Chicago, Cook County, Illinois                                            DEATH 27 AUG 2002 • Cooper City, Broward County, Florida                             Daughter of James Drankovicz and Sophie Grinko

​Children:

3.4.2.1.1.  Robert Edward CollumIII III

3.4.2.1.2.  Preston Matthew Collum

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3.4.3.  Kizzie "Kit" Derel Preston                                                                    BIRTH 9 MAR 1901 • Estillville, Scott County, Virginia                                          DEATH 16 OCT 1976 • Jamaica, Queens, New York 

Married:  21 Mar 1929 • Queens, New York                                                        George Groser Bolden Jr.                                                                             BIRTH 1 MAR 1903 • Hollis, Long Island, New York                                            DEATH 4 SEP 1958New York, New York

Son of George Groser Bolden Sr and Susan Eugenie Craw

​No record of children

After the death of Mary Louise in 1903, David A. Preston married second: Docia Trigg

Theodocia Landrum"Docia" Trigg                                                            

BIRTH 3 MAR 1880 • Abingdon, Washington County, Virginia                                               

DEATH 3 FEB 1967 • Abingdon, Washington County, Virginia                                                 

Daughter of Lilburn Henderson Trigg and Sarah Vance Thompson

​Children:

3.4.4. David Alexander Preston Jr.         

BIRTH 12 DEC 1914 • Abingdon, Washington County, Virginia         

DEATH 1 DEC 1978 • Richmond, Richmond County, Virginia

Married:  19 APR 1935 • Rockingham County, North Carolina

Mildred Etta Wetmore          

BIRTH 7 AUG 1917 • Reidsville, Rockingham County, North Carolina

DEATH 13 JUN 2014 • Michigan                           

Daughter of John Stafford Wetmore and Ada Lougene Blum

​Children:

              3.4.4.1.  David Alexander Preston III

              3.4.4.2.  Sally Trigg Preston

3.4.5. Byrd Trigg Preston Sr.        

BIRTH 6 JAN 1918 • Estillville, Scott County, Virginia                                          DEATH 17 APR 1983 • Abingdon, Washington County, Virginia                          Married:  18 Apr 1942 • Bristol, Washington County, Virginia                                Edith Galliher                                                                                                      BIRTH 24 OCT 1922 • Virginia                                                                            DEATH 4 DEC 1973 • Abingdon, Washington County, Virginia                            Daughter of Samuel “Sam” Galliher and Laura Mae Saferight

Children:

3.4.5.1.  Byrd Trigg Preston Jr.                                                                      BIRTH 05 OCT 1944 • Washington County,, Virginia                                              DEATH 10 APR 2020 • Abingdon, Washington County,Virginia                                                                            

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​Married: 13 Oct 1966                                                 

Divorced:  22 Feb 1980 • Washington County, Virginia 

Jackie Elaine Carpenter                                                                                  BIRTH 9 FEB 1947 • Ohio.                         

Daughter of John Vincent Carpenter and Mildred Faye Gallagher

Children:

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3.4.5.1.1.  Randi Jo Preston                                                              3.4.5.1.2.  Ronnie Byrd Preston

Married 2nd:26 Sep 1981 • Abingdon, Washington County, Virginia.

Suzanne Legard May                                                                                      BIRTH 24 OCT 1955 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia    

Daughter of Robert Legard May and Sherrye Lois Deyerle 

Children:

3.4.5.1.3.  Rachel Anne Preston

Byrd Trigg Preston, Jr., age 75, passed away on Friday, April 10, 2020 at Johnston Memorial Hospital. He was born in Abingdon, Va. to Byrd Trigg Preston, Sr. and Edith Galliher Preston. Byrd was a lifelong resident of Abingdon; graduating from Abingdon High, Virginia Highlands Community College, and the National FBI Academy. He was of the Christian faith. Byrd was a U.S. Army Veteran and worked for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. He was an officer with the Abingdon Police Department for 12 years where he achieved the rank of Sergeant. Byrd was an area firearms instructor for law enforcement. After his time in law enforcement, Byrd began a career in the automotive industry and worked at Washington Motor Company, which later became Pioneer Chevrolet. He will be remembered as a loving husband, father, grandfather and friend. He was loyal to others above himself by always being available to family, friends, co-workers and employers.

In addition to his parents, Byrd was predeceased by his father-in-law Robert May.

He is survived by his wife Suzanne; daughters Randi Preston of Abingdon and Rachel Nelson and husband Josh of Bellefonte, PA; son Ronnie Preston and wife Bridget of Marion, Va.; grandchildren James and Jacob Dick, Bre Coley, Austin, Taylor and Madi Preston and Beckett Nelson; mother-in-law Sherrye May; brother-in-law David May and wife Karen and their family; uncle and aunt Sammy and Lillian Galliher; cousins Susan and Judy and their families. He is also survived by his loyal fur baby Axle.

The family offers heartfelt thanks and appreciation to Dr. Emory Robinette for his care as a physician and the companionship of a friend; the friends and caregivers at English Meadows who care for Byrd like family; and the physicians, nurses and caregivers on 4th floor; Johnston Memorial Hospital Dr. Monya-Tambi, Dr. Peters, Charlotte Gilmer, NP, nurses Austin, Chase, Lindsey, Emily and Amber.

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3.5.  Priscilla Chapman Fowler                                                                    

BIRTH 08 JAN 1871 • Goodson (now Bristol), Washington, Virginia 

DEATH 13 OCT 1911 • Bristol, Sullivan County, Tennessee   

Married:  20 Jun 1895 • Washington County, Virginia                                           

Peterson Agee Goodwin                                                                                 

BIRTH AUG 1872 • Petersburg, Dinwiddie County, Virginia                                 

DEATH 22 OCT 1945 • Bristol, Washington County, Virginia                                 

Son of Lt. Matthew Peterson Goodwyn and Mary Parthenia Lewis

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Roanoke Daily Times                                                                                                                      Sun. Jun 16, 1895

ANOTHER JUNE WEDDING – Cards are out announcing the marriage of P. A. Goodwin, of Norfolk and Westen offices, to Miss Priscilla Fowler, daughter of Hon. I. C. Fowler of Abingdon, Va.  The marriage will take place at St. Thomas’ Episcopal Church, Abingdon, at 2:30 p.m. Thursday, June 30. Fowler of Abingdon, Va.  The marriage will take place at St. Thomas’ Episcopal Church, Abingdon, at 2:30 p.m. Thursday, June 30.

Children:

3.5.1.  Allen Agee Goodwin                                                                            BIRTH 12 JUN 1898 • Bristol, Bristol City, Virginia                     

DEATH 19 DEC 1969 • Anniston, Calhoun, Alabama                 

Married:   23 Mar 1925 • Manilla, Philippines                                                        Lois Frances Dunning                                                                                     BIRTH 10 NOV 1904 • Siam, Taylor, Iowa

DEATH 6 MAR 1999 • Anniston, Calhoun, Alabama                                             Children:                    

3.5.1.1.  Priscilla Louise Goodwin

BIRTH 23 MAR 1926 • Fort Sam Houston, Bexar, Texas                                   

DEATH 2 FEB 2004 • Anniston, Calhoun, Alabama                             

Married 1st:  9 Oct 1945 • Calhoun County, Alabama                                  Marvin Alphonso Harris                                 

BIRTH 17 MAR 1921 • Equality, Coosa, Alabama,                                                DEATH 14 JAN 1982 • Alabama                                   

Son of John Marvin Harris and Esther Maggie Chapman

Children:

3.5.1.1.1.  Allen Chapman Harris                                                       

BIRTH 26 MAY 1947 • Anniston, Calhoun County, Alabama             

Married:   22 Jul 1972 • Mobile, Mobile County, Alabama                   

Nancy Ellen Metzger                                                                               

BIRTH 25 SEP 1951 • Mobile, Mobile County, Alabama                   

DEATH 08 APR 2015 • Mobile, Mobile County, Alabama                 

Daughter of  Leonard Herbert Metzger Jr and  Gwendolyn Lipsitz      

 

 

 

3.5.1.1.2.  John Michael Harris

BIRTH 7 NOV 1951 • Anniston, Calhoun County, Alabama

3.5.1.1.3.  J. David Harris 

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Priscilla Louise married 2nd:  1979                                                     

Albert Clarence Parris Jr.                                                                       

BIRTH 21 DEC 1921 • Marietta, Cobb County, Georgia                     

DEATH 6 JUL 1996 • Anniston, Calhoun County, Alabama                 

Son of Albert Clarence Parris Sr. and Maude McCollum

3.5.1.2.  Theresa "Rita" Dunning Goodwyn                                                BIRTH 1 JUL 1928 • Ft Andrews, Boston, Suffolk County, Massachusetts          Married:  1951 • Anniston, Calhoun County,                                 

Dr.Donald Aaron Springer                                                                                BIRTH 5 MAR 1922 • Anniston, Calhoun County, Alabama                                DEATH 8 MAR 2011 • Anniston, Calhoun County, Alabama                                Son of Nathaniel Edward Springer and Celia Held  

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DONALD A. SPRINGER OBITUARY

Anniston - Dr. Donald A. Springer, of Anniston died peacefully at his residence on March 8, 2011 after a three-decade battle with Parkinson's disease. He was 89. Dr. Springer was born March 5, 1922, the oldest child of the late Dr. Nathaniel E. Springer and the late Celia Held Springer of Anniston. He attended local public schools and was a 1939 honors graduate of Anniston High School. He attended the University of Alabama, where he was a member of Zeta Beta Tau and the freshman and sophomore honor societies.

Dr. Springer entered The Ohio State University in 1942 and was admitted to its School of Optometry. After serving in the U.S. Army during World War II, he returned to Ohio State, where he received his B.S. in Physiological Optics and his Doctorate in Optometry in 1946. He was an honors graduate and elected to Sigma Pi Sigma, the national physics honor society. Dr. Springer returned to Anniston upon graduation and entered private practice with his father, a partnership that endured until his father's death in 1967. He continued his practice for another 26 years until his illness forced his retirement. His practice drew patients from across Alabama and neighboring states. He had a lifelong passion for optometry and was a nationally known authority in his field. He was elected to American Academy of Optometry in 1947, the preeminent research association of the optometric profession.

     He was a regular contributor to the Academy's professional journal and published more than twenty scholarly articles. The Academy recognized his Academy's annual meeting in Miami. 

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He was re-elected President for a second term and was a longstanding member of the Academy's Executive Committee. He was designated a Diplomate by the Academy in the field of contact lens. He lectured extensively on this subject, and, while President of the Academy, was awarded an honorary degree by the University of Bogata, Columbia. In 1990 his peers in the Academy made him a Life Fellow. Dr. Springer became focused on the bringing a school of optometry to the State of Alabama while he was President of the Alabama Optometric Association. During his second term as Academy President, Dr. Springer began working with the late U.S. Representative Kenneth Roberts, then Chairman for the House Commerce Subcommittee on Health, to secure federal funding for a study to demonstrate the need for such a facility at the University of Alabama Medical Center. At the conclusion of this study, the late Dr. Joseph Volker, then President of the University of Alabama at Birmingham, offered his strong support for this endeavor.

Dr. Springer continued his efforts to establish what is now the UAB School of Optometry by working to enact a state law to authorize and fund this professional school. Governor Wallace signed this legislation into law in 1967, and the School of Optometry was inaugurated in 1969. For his efforts, the Southern Council of Optometrists named him Optometrist of the Year in 1968. At UAB, Dr. Springer chaired the School's Dean's Search Committee. From 1970 through 1990 Dr. Springer was the Chairman of the Alabama Optometric Association's Advisory Committee to the Dean. He also served as a member of the UAB Community Advisory Council and was an adjunct faculty member of the school until 1977. Dr. Springer and his family endowed the Nathaniel E. Springer Memorial Lectureship at UAB, and in 1992 the University of Alabama Board Of Trustees named a conference room at the School of Optometry in his honor. The previous year he was named an Honorary Alumnus. In addition to his activities with the American Academy of Optometry and the School of Optometry, Dr. Springer was elected a Member of the International Society of Contact Lens Specialists in 1982 and was made a Member for Life in 1990. That same year he was elected a member of the National Academies of Practice, the only interdisciplinary association of practitioners from all nine health care professions.

Dr. Springer was a lifelong member of Temple Beth El, the Anniston Country Club, and was for many years a member of the Anniston Rotary Club. He was also active in other local civic organizations, including the United Way and the Committee on Unified Leadership. Dr. Springer is survived by his wife of 59 years, Theresa Dunning Goodwyn Springer. He is also survived by three children, David Edward Springer (Patricia Cole), of Washington, D.C., Donald Goodwyn Springer, of Dallas, Texas and Barbara Springer Loftin, of Birmingham; four grandchildren, Agee Goodwyn Springer, of Scottsdale, Arizona, Chapman Lawrimore Cole Springer, of Washington, James Edward Andrew Loftin, of New York City and John Peterson Loftin, of Birmingham, and a brother, Nathaniel Edward Springer, of New York City. In addition to his parents, Dr. Springer was preceded in death by a sister, Mary Ann Springer Herring, of Amarillo, Texas.

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Dr. Springer's family wishes to acknowledge the loyal support and assistance of his caregivers, Wilbur Oden, Jacqueline Lane, Maria Halog, Anthony McNeal, Josefina Jakiel, Barbara Smith and Fredricka Walker. A funeral service will be held at Temple Beth El on Thursday at 2 p.m. followed immediately thereafter with graveside service at Hillside Cemetery. The family will receive friends this evening from 5 to 7 p.m. at K. L. Brown Memory Chapel in Golden Springs. Pallbearers will be his four grandchildren, Thomas A. Davis, and three of his nephews, Allen C. Harris, J. David Harris and John M. Harris. Honorary pallbearers will be Dr. Warren Sarrell, Dr. Robert Lokey, Dr. Gerald Woodruff, H. Brandt Ayers, Thomas G. Poindexter, Paul M. Rilling, Dr. Theron Montgomery and Dr. Gary M. Murrell. In lieu of flowers, the family requests memorial gifts may be made to the fund which has been established in Dr. Springer's memory at the UAB School of Optometry.

Children:

3.5.1.2.1.  David Edward Springer                         

BIRTH 30 JUN 1953                                                     

Married: 29 Dec 1978 • Florence, Florence County, South Carolina          Patricia Anne Cole                                                         

BIRTH 21 SEP 1953

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David Edward Springer, American lawyer. Bar: District of Columbia 1979, United States District Court (District of Columbia), United States Court Appeals (District of Columbia Circuit), United States Supreme Court.

 

Background

Springer, David Edward was born on June 30, 1953 in Anniston, Alabama, United States. Son of Donald and Theresa (Goodwyn) Springer.

Education: Bachelor magna cum laude, Duke University, Durham, North Carolina, 1975. Juris Doctor, Washington College Law, American Uni-versity, District of Columbia, 1979.

Career: Legislation assistant United States Senator Howard Metze-nbaum, 1980—1982. Legislation director United States Republican Bill Richard-son, 1983—1985. Chief of Staff United States Republican Thomas J. Manton, 1985—1990.

Partner: Gardner, Carton & Douglas, Washington, 1990—1992, McAuliffe, Kelly & Rafaelli, Washington, 1992—1995. Principal Washington Group, 1995—1999. Partner O'Connor & Hannan, 1999—2001.

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3.5.1.2.2.  Donald Goodwin Springer    

BIRTH 24 NOV 1954 

.....................................................................................  Don Springer operates a private advisory service for companies looking to raise capital, liquidate assets, and/or find strategic partners. He has successfully provided these services for companies in media, energy, real estate and technology.

To date his services for capital introductions and advisory services have resulted in the creation of approximately $10B in enterprise value.

His career began as an executive at IMG(International Management Group) where he was responsible for the representation of athletes and sports celebrities, new business development, event sponsorship, and sports television rights.

He spent a number of years in the television industry, primarily in the distribution of first-run television series domestically and internationally, including the position of Sr. VP at Genesis Entertainment. Springer served as an active advisor in the financing and operations of The Andrews Group, Ronald Perelman’s holding company for media assets, which at that time, had $5B in media assets under management, including Marvel Entertainment, and New World Communications Group.

New World was eventually sold to Rupert Murdoch’s New Corporation/Fox for approximately $4B. While at Andrews he financed an investment into Guthy Renker Corporation, which at today’s valuation, would exceed a 40X return on original capital invested. He has provided advisory services and capital introductions to a number of well-known companies, ranging from then CEO Steve Bornstein at ESPN, to participating in a number of real estate ventures, including with MSD Capital(Michael S. Dell), with terms sheets exceeding $250M of equity.

Today Mr. Springer lives in Dallas Texas, and spends about a third of his time in China where he is active in a number of business ventures. In reference to China, Mr. Springer is quoted, ” My family has been coming to China for almost 100 years. My Grandfather, the late Col. Allen Agee Goodwyn was an active part of both the military and diplomatic scene in Mainland China for over 25 years. His early visits to Peking (pre revolution before being renamed Beijing) in the early 20’s and later again with General Marshall, and again, post WWII where he was requested to be an intermediary in the negotiations between then President Chan Kai-Shek and Mao Zedong prior to the cultural revolution of 1949. My Grandfather lived inside the old diplomatic quarter next to Tiemanian Square, famously known as the Peking Legation Quarter. In addition, my Mother spent part of her early childhood in China with the family. Having grown up learning and understanding the Chinese culture, has made China a natural extension to my business career.”

Mr. Springer is very active in his own charitable organization, Foundation Grace (www.foundationgrace.org), where he sponsors many students for studies and additional financial support. To date, he has 15 active students in either secondary school or college, committed to providing them with an opportunity to achieve and excel in their lives going forward. He is a very active and seasoned golfer and collector of art.

 

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3.5.1.2.3.  Barbara Lois Springer                                         BIRTH JUN 1957                                                                                        Married:  18 Feb 1984                                                                                Lee Headley Loftin                         

BIRTH 19 AUG 1957 • Gadsden, Etowah, Alabama                           

Son of John Barley Loftin and Margaret Headley

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                                                  SECTION III                                                                                        Thomas Baldridge Fowler                                                                        No Known Descendants                              

3.  Thomas Baldridge Fowler                                                                                                     BIRTH 5 JAN 1834 • Jeffersonville, Tazewell County, Virginia                                                          DEATH 26 JUL 1867 • Cleburne, Johnson County, Texas

Editor’s Note:  Very little is known about Thomas B. Fowler.  We do know that he lived at “Indian” and from appearances it appears that he and his brother, I.C. were unhappy there – Judging by a letter written by Priscilla to I. C., it looks to be that the two brothers were not the best of friends.  Robert A. Pearis would become the “in-house” school teacher for the Fowler plantation.  Robert would go to Parrotsville, Tenn. along with Thomas and I.C. for schooling (boarding at Uncle Josiah Fowler’s home) where Robert would eventually earn his M.D.  Robert would eventually marry the sister of Thomas and I.C.  After the marriage between Robert and Amanda in 1856, they almost immediately relocated to Sacramento, California. 

 

In 1860 (Census), we find Thomas in California, apparently meeting up with his new uncle and Aunt Amanda.  We know that Dr. Pearis and Amanda were back at “Indian” by 1870, living with the (now widowed) Priscilla.  Thomas appears to have gone to Texas, leaving California, specifically to Johnson County where his uncles, Josiah (with whom he had boarded with in Tennessee and had become good friends with his cousins) and Levi had settled with their families about 1853 – leaving Parrottsville.  Thomas died at age 33 in Johnson County Texas on July 26, 1867.  Whether or not he was buried in Texas or brought back to Bristol, Tenn. is not known.  Priscilla B. Fowler, his mother had a large memorial monument erected in East Hill Cemetery , Bristol, Tenn.  “To the memory of a noble son”.  He never appears to have married or have any descendants.

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   SECTION IV 

                                                                                                                                               Mary Ann Fowler and James David Johnston Sr.

DESCENDANTS

5. Mary Ann Fowler                                                                                                                     BIRTH 1 SEP 1836 • Mouth at Indian Creek, Monroe. Now West Virginia   DEATH 12 SEP 1905 • Roanoke, Roanoke, Virginia                                                                                    

Married:  13 Nov 1855 • Mouth at Indian Creek, Monroe. West Virginia             

James David Johnston Sr.                                                              

BIRTH 29 SEP 1828 • Pearisburg, Giles, Virginia

DEATH 14 NOV 1897 • Roanoke, Virginia 

Son of Col. Andrew Johnston and Jane Henderson

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The Times - Dispatch                                                                                                                         

Richmond, Virginia

Sep. 13, 1905                                                                                                                                     (Special to The Times-Dispatch)

MRS. MARY A. JOHNSTON

ROANOKE, VA.,  Sept. 12 -  Mrs. Mary A. Johnston, widow of the late Hon. J.D. Johnston, of Giles County, died today from asthma.  She is survived by three children, J.D. Johnston, a prominent lawyer; Mrs. M.C. Jameson and Mrs. Roberta Izard, of this city.                                                          .……………………………………………………………………………………………………

Editor’s Note: Transcription of letter written by James D. Johnston to I.C Fowler concerning wedding mishap  1856.  J. D. Johnston is I.C. Fowler’s brother-in-law.  The occasion was the wedding of Dr. Robert A. Pearis to Amanda Louise Fowler. January 2, 1856  - As written,  Rebecca Pearis is the sister of Robert A. Pearis.  Sarah Pearis is the daughter of Louisa Adeline Johnston (daughter of David Johnston Jr. and Sophia “Sarah “Sally” Chapman) and Daniel Howe Pearis.  She would marry a cousin – David Emmons Johnston, the author of “A History of the New River Valley and Contiguous Settlements”.  This letter also appears under James D. Johnston and Mary Ann Fowler)

(As Written)

Mouth of Indian.                                                                                         

Jan. 7, 1856.

Dear Sir. At the request of Mary, I write you a line. The wedding passed off agreeably and pleasantly without anything to destroy the pleasure of the occasion. The company was about as large as it was on the 18th November and composed of nearly the same persons. The company remained here until Friday morning when the doctor and Amanda with cousins Rebecca and Miss Anne Chapman and others left for Tazewell. But the occurrence of a very sad and unfortunate accident prevented the trip and caused the return of the whole party to this place.

The company got safely over the river below here and the foremost carriage driven by Mr. Oscar Emmons and in the use of George M. Pearis Sr., had proceeded as far as the steep hill nearby opposite Mr. Harvey's, when the horses, taken fright from some of the jeering coming loose, rushed headlong down the hill, upsetting the carriage, tearing everything to pieces and precipitating those inside nearly to the river's edge. Cousin Rebecca, Cousin Anne Chapman. Sarah Pearis (daughter of Louisa) and Oscar Emmons, were the persons riding in the carriage.

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Cousin Rebecca was severely hurt. Severe wounds being inflicted upon her forehead and top of her head. She was cast slantingly against a very large stone. She was brought over here the next day and is now lying confined to her bed and must continue for some time. There is no doubt, however, at present entertained of her ultimate recovery. Cousin Ann has her collarbone broken but is going about and suffering but little. Mr. Emmons was slightly hurt. Mrs. Sarah Pearis escaped safely.

On the same day, on the return of Mary Anne Chapman in Dr. Pearis’ carriage driven by Charles Williams from the other side of the river, they narrowly escaped drowning. The roads were very icy and the road leading down to the boat landing on the opposite side from here (as you perhaps will recollect), is very steep. The ferryman neglected to fasten the boat. The horses got to the boat and the carriages coming down against it, instead of running in, pushed it into the stream. The horses soon got into swimming water and came very near turning the carriage over with Mary and cousin Anne and Dr. Charles inside. The only got relief by cutting the harness and thus freeing the horses. Mary and Anne got a very thorough drenching, as also Thomas who rushed into the water above his waist to hold the horses.

The residue of us are well, of course you need not expect Dr. Robert and Amanda in Tazewell very soon. I hope to be able to visit you before a great while, but possibly not before the return of good weather. I'll give my kindest regards to your lady and be sure to let us hear from you. Write to Mary, as I am anxious she shall not give up writing as so many ladies do, and as she manifests an inclination to do. I have said to her that I thought it was her place to write this letter, but she has pressed me into the service. Of course, when I get “fixed”, (which I hope may be before a great while), I shall expect to have you and your family with us.

Very truly.               

Your obdt. Svt.,     

James D Johnston    

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Roanoke Daily Times                                                                                                               

Nov. 23, 1897      

                                                         AN AFFECTIONATE TRIBUTE

The following in regard to the death of the late James D. Johnston, is copied from a late issue of the Pearisburg Virginian:  

“We hear today with profound regret of the death of James D. Johnston, yesterday in Roanoke.  One of the best men that the county of Giles has ever produced has passed away.  It were well for the world if there were more like him.  He was an honor to the county that gave him birth and rearing.  On whom will his mantle fall?  Any young man would be safe in making him his model, and need have no higher aspirations than to emulate his example, his purity of character, high and noble principle and unswerving fidelity to every trust.  His modesty, his fear of arousing notoriety, often kept from public view the very best traits of his generous heart.  The death of no one could produce more general or deeper sorrow of the people of Giles County than that of our departed friend, James D. Johnston.  “Villager.”

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Roanoke Daily Times                                                                                                                          Nov 17, 1897

MR. JOHNSTON FUNERAL

The funeral of the late Hon. James D. Johnston took place yesterday morning from Trinity Methodist church, of which he had, for several years, been a consistent member.  The services were conducted by Rev. J.C. Jones, assisted by Dr. Carson of Greene Memorial, in the presence of a great number of the friends and relatives of the deceased who came to pay their last tribute of respect to him in this manner.  After the service at the church were concluded, the remains were taken to Fairview Cemetery and were laid to rest.  The floral tributes were many and beautiful.

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Roanoke Daily News                                                                                                                          Nov. 16, 1897

                                                   WAS HORRIBLY SUDDEN                                                          THE COMMUNITY WAS SHOCKED TO HEAR OF MR. JOHNSTON’S DEATH

The community was shocked Sunday morning to hear of the sudden death of  Hon. James David Johnston, senior member of the law firm of Johnston, Graves and Johnston at his residence on Seventh Avenue S.W. 

Mr. Johnston had been in seemingly good health for some time and had been recently to Pearisburg on legal business, being connected with the firm for Johnston, Williams & Johnston of that place.  He returned to the city Saturday and after eating a hearty supper he retired.  Sunday morning when he first woke up he seemed to be in good health and not until about 8 o’clock did his family get any warning of the great shock they were to receive in a few minutes.  About that time he complained of pains in the region of the heart and one of his sons went immediately for Dr. John Izard, his son-in-law, but before the doctor could reach him, he breathed his last.                                                          

Deceased was born in Pearisburg, Va., 69 years ago where he lived up to a few years ago, when he moved to this city.  Mr. Johnston was one of the most prominent lawyers in this city and the many years had been counsel for the Norfolk and Western Railway at Pearisburg which position he held at the time of his death.  In 1877 Mr. Johnston was elected to the Virginia House of Delegates and during the long struggle and debate over the State debt question which took shape in the so-called “Barbour bill” he took a prominent part.  Deceased was a consistent member of Trinity Methodist Church, an M.A. of Emory and Henry College and one of its trustees.  He was noted for his high Christian character, unflinching devotion to duty and his great integrity, which commanded the respect and esteem of all who knew him. 

Mr. Johnston is survived by a wife and five children.  They are Mrs. John Izard, Misses Allene and Mamie Johnston and J.D.  and Sidney F. Johnston. The funeral will take place today at Trinity Church, and not at the house, at 11 o’clock and will be conducted by the pastor, Rev. J.C. Jones, after which the remains will be laid to rest in Fairview Cemetery. 

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The following gentlemen will act as honorary pallbearers; Judge John Woods, Judge J.A. Dupuy, R.M. Scott, S. Hamilton Graves, L.H. Cocke and Roy B. Smith. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Children:

1.  Jennie Johnston                                                                                                                          2.  Roberta Pearis Johnston  

3.  Allene Johnston  

4.  James David Johnston Jr.  

5.  Sidney Fowler Johnston 

6.  Mamie Elise Johnston

5.1.  Jennie Johnston                                                                                                                    BIRTH ABT 1856 • Pearisburg, Giles County, Virginia                                                                    DEATH 8 NOV 1861 • Pearisburg, Giles County, Virginia                                                                Editor’s Note: Death date recorded in the Diary of I.C. Fowler

 

5.2.  Roberta Pearis Johnston                                                                                               

BIRTH 15 NOV 1858 • Pearisburg, Giles, Virginia                                                                              DEATH 11 FEB 1924 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia                                                                  Married: 1880 • Pearisburg, Giles, Virginia                                                                                        Dr. John Izard                                                                                                                                    BIRTH 17 AUG 1857 • Bedford County, Virginia                                                                                DEATH 22 NOV 1899 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia                                                                  Son of Walter Izard and Sarah A. Goode

Editor’s Note: The Izard family was from South Carolina and trace their direct ancestors to the low country planter aristocracy to include the Bull, Middleton and Alston families.  Walter Izard moved to Bedford County, Virginia from Columbia, South Carolina prior to the Civil War.                            …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

The Baltimore Sun.                                                                                                                            Nov. 23, 1899                                                                                                                                                                  .                                       

Dr. John Izard (Special Dispatch to The Baltimore Sun.)

Roanoke, Va., Nov. 22 – Dr. John Izard, a well-known Roanoke physician, died today about noon from heart failure.  He had been suffering since Monday, but his death was a surprise and great shock to the community.  He leaves a widow and four children.  Dr. Izard was a native of Bedford County.             .                                                        ………………………………………………………………..……………….………………………………

The Daily News Leader                                                                                                                    Staunton, Virginia                                                                                                                              Feb. 13, 1924

                                                   DEATH OF MRS. IZARD      

Mrs. Roberta J. Izard, widow of Dr. John Izard, died last night at the Roanoke hospital.  Mrs. Izard is survived by two sons, John Izard, of New Haven, Conn.; James J. Izard of this city, and two daughters, Misses Alice D. And Mary F. Izard of Roanoke. 

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She is also survived by a brother, Col. James D. Johnston, and a sister, Mrs. Mason Jamison, both of Roanoke.   The funeral services will be conducted from St. John’s Episcopal Church Wednesday afternoon at 2:30 o’clock – Roanoke Times.  Miss Alice Izard formerly attended the Mary Baldwin Seminary and is quite well known here.                                                 ’ …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Children:

5.2.1.  John Izard                                                                                                            BIRTH 7 APR 1887 • Pocahontas, Virginia         

DEATH 19 JAN 1948 • Biltmore Forest, Buncombe County, North Carolina  

Married:  18 Sep 1920 • Sugar Hill, Grafton County, New Hampshire

Elizabeth Helen Andrews                                                                                              BIRTH 25 MAY 1894 • Oak Cliff, Dallas County, Texas   

DEATH 26 AUG 1984 • Asheville, Buncombe County, North Carolina       

Daughter of Major Adolphus Rutherford Andrews and Lula Caroline Davis

 

Children:

5.2.1.1.  John “Zach” Izard                                                                            BIRTH 4 MAR 1923 • Hartford, Hartford County, Connecticut                            Married 16 Apr 1955 • Griffin, Spalding County, Georgia                                    Mary Hammond Bailey                                                                                  BIRTH 1 JUN 1930                                                                                              DEATH 10 SEP 2020 • Atlanta, Fulton County, Georgia                                      Daughter of Nathaniel Hammond Bailey and Mary Moore “Mama” Sadler

Obituary (Legacy.com)

IZARD, John “Zach” IZARD March 4, 1923 - July 10, 2009 John Izard, 86, of Atlanta, GA, retired partner of King & Spalding, died at home July 10, 2009. Jack, as he was known to friends and colleagues, or "Unc," as he was affectionately known by his grandchildren, was born in Hartford, CT, the first son of John and Elizabeth Andrews Izard. Spending his youth in Biltmore Forest, NC and Tucson, AZ, Jack developed an early fondness for the outdoor pursuits which he enjoyed throughout his life. His grammar and secondary education ranged from homeschooling, to a one-room schoolhouse, to boarding at the Hotchkiss School in Lakeville, CT.

He graduated in 1945 from Yale University, where he was a member of St. Anthony Hall fraternity and the Naval ROTC. He enlisted in the US Navy in 1944, serving as a Lieutenant Junior Grade on a mine sweeper in the Pacific through the end of World War II. Following the War, he obtained a JD from the University of Virginia Law School, graduating with honors in 1949. He was Editor-in-Chief of the Virginia Law Review and was selected for membership in the Order of the Coif. After law school, he joined King & Spalding in 1949 as its eleventh attorney and became partner in 1952. He was an active member of the American Bar Association, serving as Chairman of the Antitrust Section (1974-1975).

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He served as President of the Atlanta Legal Aid Society (1960), was appointed

by President Carter to serve on the National Commission for the Review of Antitrust Laws and Procedures (1978) and was a member of the Administrative Conference of the United States (1978-1982).

He served on the Board of Directors for several public and private corporations. Civically, he was an active volunteer with numerous non-profits, most notably as director/trustee for the Alliance For Christian Media (twice Chairman), All Saints Episcopal Church (Senior Warden, 1972-1973), the Georgia Conservancy, Senior Citizens' Services of Metropolitan Atlanta, Inc. (Chairman 1965-1967), St. Jude's House, United Appeal and the University of Virginia Law School Foundation. Notwithstanding his professional accomplishments and lifetime commitment to service, Jack will be most remembered for his sense of humor, his calm, caring and steady demeanor, his strong intellect and his passion for a wide range of pursuits, including family, friends, travel, photography, cooking, hunting, fishing, farming and golf. He brought great vigor to "retirement," traveling extensively with his wife, children, grandchildren and friends and enjoying various outdoor activities whenever and wherever possible.

He published a cookbook, A Traveler's Table, a lasting tribute to his appre-ciation for fine cuisine, travel, photography and family. In his final months, he hunted quail in Southwest Georgia, fly-fished for trout in Montana and traveled with friends and family in Florida, New York, and Biltmore Forest, NC. He is survived by his wife of 54 years, the former Mary Bailey of Griffin, GA; brother and sister-in-law, Robert Andrews Izard and Jean Owen Izard, of Rye, NY; daughter and son-in-law, Sarah Izard Pariseau and Robert Henri Pariseau, of Tampa, FL; sons and daughters-in-law, John Izard, Jr. and Elizabeth Garges Izard, and David Bailey Izard and Kerry McMahon Izard, both of Atlanta, GA; and ten grandchildren.

5.2.1.2.  Alice Delancey Izard                                                                        BIRTH 11 JUL 1888 • Pocahontas, Virginia                                                        DEATH MAR 1973                                                                                                Married:  9 May 1942 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia                                    Richard Curzon Hoffman Jr.                                                                          BIRTH 27 SEPT 1881 • Maryland                                                                      DEATH JAN 1973 • Baltimore, Baltimore City, Maryland                                    Son of Richard Curzon Hoffman and Eliza Lawrence Dallam              ……………………………………………………………………………………………

The Baltimore Sun                                                                                                1 Apr 1973, Sun

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HOFFMAN FUNERAL SET TOMORROW

Funeral services for Alice Izard Hoffman, the wife of the late R. Curzon Hoffman Jr. will be held at 2 p.m. tomorrow in St. Thomas Church, Garrison Forest.

Mrs. Hoffman died Friday at her home in the Carlyle Apartments, 500 West University Parkway, after a short illness.  She was 84. She was born just outside Roanoke, Va., where her father served as a physician.

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She married Mr. Hoffman in 1942, when he was president of the Carolina Coach Company, now part of the Trailways Bus system. The couple moved to Raleigh, N.C., shortly thereafter, and stayed until 1963.In that year they returned to Baltimore, Mr. Hoffman’s birthplace, and made their home at 117 Witherspoon road in Homeland.  She is survived by a stepson, R. Curzon Hoffman III and a stepdaughter, Mrs. Katherine McLane, both of Baltimore

5.2.1.3.  Mary Fowler Izard                                                                            BIRTH 11 MAY 1892 • Goode, Bedford, Virginia                                                DEATH 18 MARCH 1962 • Roanoke County, Virginia                                          Married:  03 Nov 1931 • Roanoke, Virginia                                                          Robert Benjamin Adams Jr.                                                                          BIRTH 17 SEP 1890 • Roanoke, Roanoke (Ind. City), Virginia                            DEATH 26 MAY 1965 • Roanoke, Roanoke (Ind. City), Virginia                            Son of Robert Benjamin Adams Sr and Mattie Pierce Spratley

Find A Grave                                                                                                       Retired Vice President of Trust Mountain Bank & Trust, he is listed as divorced. Married Mary Fowler Johnston Izard on November 3, 1931 in Roanoke, Virginia, they divorced on March 24, 1958.

5.2.1.4.  James Johnston Izard Sr.                                                              BIRTH 19 JUL 1894 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia                                      DEATH 7 FEB 1966 • Sarasota, Sarasota County, Florida                                  Married:                                                                                                                Margaret Bolling                                                                                               BIRTH 1 OCT 1898 • Wytheville, Wythe County, Virginia                                     DEATH 7 NOV 1964 • Roanoke, Virginia                                                              Daughter of William Henry Bolling and Eliza Stuart Mcteer                               

 

Children:

5.2.1.4.1. James Johnston Izard Jr.                                                BIRTH 31 MAR 1922 • Roanoke, Roanoke City,Virginia  

DEATH 1 APR 1998 • Temple Hill, Prince Georges County, Maryland   

Married:   7 Sep 1946 • New  Jersey

Nancy Star Brown                     

BIRTH 30 OCT 1924 • St Louis, Missouri        

DEATH 17 MAR 2011 • Santa Barbara, Santa Barbara County, California                               

Daughter of Earl Clarence Brown and Ethel Virginia Starr

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5.2.1.4.2.  William Bolling Izard                                    BIRTH 6 JUN 1926 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia

DEATH 16 FEB 2018 • Copper Hill, Floyd, Virginia      Married:  8 May 1954 • Charlottesville, Virginia            Sarah Agnes Vest 

BIRTH 15 JAN 1933 • North Carolina

DEATH 22 SEP 1971 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia    Daughter of Samuel Alexander Vest Jr and Sarah Elise Thompson

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                                Obituary                                               

William Bolling Izard, passed away peacefully at home on his beloved Bolling Broke Farm, with his family by his side, on February 16, 2018. Bolling was predeceased by his parents, Margaret and Jim Izard; his brother James Johnston Izard, Jr.; and his first wife Sarah Vest Izard. He is survived by his wife of 36 years, Christy Bergland Izard, and children Sarah Izard West (Hank), and children Sarah, Anna (Britt), and Henry; William Bolling Izard, Jr. (Annie), and son Bolling III; Margaret Izard Valentine (Massie), and children Massie, Sazshy, and Will; and James Johnston Izard II (Tricia), and children Eliza and Sally; stepsons Allan Davenport Crookenden (Laurie), and children Alex (Chad) and Collin; Ian Sinclair Crookenden, Jr. (Angie), and children Hadley and Addison.

Bolling was born on June 6, 1926, in Roanoke, VA, and enjoyed his retirement in Floyd County for the past 30 years. He attended Episcopal High School and Virginia Military Institute. After serving his country in the Navy, he completed his education at the University of Virginia, where he was known for his boxing prowess. He was a prominent businessman and community leader in the Roanoke Valley, which he was proud to call home.

Bolling was affectionately known as Papa to his grand-children and their friends. He shared with them his love of the land and his uncanny nature for fun. He had a passion for people and the outdoors and enjoyed the camaraderie with his many friends in Floyd County.

5.3.  Allene Johnston                                                       

BIRTH 1867 • Giles County, Virginia                                                                                  DEATH SEP 8, 1910 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia

The Times Dispatch                                                                                                        (Richmond, Virginia)                                                                                                          Sep. 9, 1904                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     .                                                                                 DEATHS IN ROANOKE 

(Special to the Times-Dispatch)

Roanoke, Va., Sept. 8 – Miss Allene Johnston, daughter of Mrs. Mary A. Johnston, died this morning.  She was a sister of James D. Johnston, ex-president of the City Council, and Mrs. Mason Jamison.

 

5.4.  James David Johnston Jr.                                                                                    BIRTH 11 SEP 1869 • Pearisburg, Giles County, Virginia                                                  DEATH 12 FEB 1940 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia                                                    Married:  7 Jun 1913 • Martinsville, Henry County, Virginia                                                Elizabeth Sinclair Whittle  

BIRTH JUN 1886 • Martinsville, Henry County, Virginia             

DEATH 20 FEB 1969 • Martinsville, Henry County, Virginia   

Daughter of Judge Stafford Gorham Whittle and Ruth Staples Drewry                                                                                                                                         

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Father of Elizabeth Sinclair Whittle

THE HENRY BULLETIN,                             

Martinsville, Va.,                                                                                                    Tue., Sept. 15, 1931,

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(Edited) Judge Stafford Gorman Whittle, prominent citizen of Martinsville, and formerly president of the Virginia Supreme Court of Appeals, died at his home here early Friday morning following a brief attach of pneumonia. His condition since Wednesday had been serious. He was 82 years of age. The news of his death brought expressions of regret from many sections of the state. Governor Pollard and many other state officials sending their condolences to the family upon receipt of the news, adding that the state as well as the community and family had sustained a severe loss. Funeral services were held Saturday afternoon from Christ Episcopal Church of which he was a life-long member. Interment followed in Oakwood Cemetery. Surviving are five sons, Messrs. S. G Jr., K. C., H. D. and W. M. Whittle, all of this city, and R. G. Whittle of Roanoke, and two daughters, Miss Flora Whittle, this city, and Mrs. James D. Johnston of Roanoke. One sister also remains. His wife preceded him to the grave in 1923. Judge Whittle was born at "Woodstock," the Mecklenburg county home of his father, Captain W. C. Whittle, a brother of Bishop F. M. Whittle and an officer in the United States Navy until the outbreak of the War Between the States, when he resigned to join the Confederate Navy.

His mother was a daughter of Commodore Arthur Sinclair of the United State Navy. he was a grandson of General Richard Kennon, prominent Virginian, who became the first military governor of Louisiana after the territory was acquired by the United States from France. Judge Whittles' early education was obtained in the schools of Norfolk and in Mecklenburg County. For a while he attended Chatham Military Institute in Pittsylvania County.

As a young man he moved with the family to Norfolk, but left the city with his brothers and sisters after his mothers' death during the yellow fever plague there in the fifties. He settled in Bedford county, later attending Washington College (now Washington and Lee University), during the presidency of General Lee, and then the University of Virginia, from which he was graduated in law, being admitted to the bar in 1871. Judge Whittle began his practice as a lawyer in Martinsville.  

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"History of Roanoke County"                                                                                       

by George S. Jack, Edward Boyle Jacobs;                                                                                                                

Published 1915;   

Submitted by A. Pack

James David Johnston, Jr., a well-known attorney of Roanoke, Virginia, was born in Giles County, Virginia, September 16th, 1869,  being a son of the late Hon. James D. and Mary Ann (Fowler) Johnston.  His father served as a member of the Virginia House of Delegates from Giles County and had the distinction of having refused a nomination for Congress for his district. For a number of years he was Commonwealth's Attorney for his county and was noted for his ability as a lawyer and his high character as a Christian, and a man of great integrity.       

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Along this line the son inherited many of the noble traits of his father, who was also a captain in the Confederate Army. His mother was the daughter of Dr. Thomas Fowler, an eminent physician who lived at "Wildwood," Summers County, West Virginia.  Colonel James D. Johnston is of Scotch-Irish descent. His great-grandfather, David Johnston, came to Virginia from Ireland and settled in Culpeper County about the year 1736. In 1788 he removed to Giles County.

James Johnston, a great uncle served in the Revolutionary War and was with Washington at Valley Forge. His maternal uncle, Hon. I. C. Fowler, was speaker of the Virginia House of Delegates in 1877-78.

Another uncle, Dr. Allen Fowler, was a Colonel in the Confederate Army. General Augustus A. Chapman, for many years a member of Congress, was a first cousin of the mother of Colonel Johnston, as was Rebecca Hereford, the wife of United States Senator Frank Hereford, of West Virginia.

Colonel Johnston's boyhood days were spent on his father's farm and in the schools of his native county. He attended Emory and Henry College, and later Randolph-Macon College at Ashland, Virginia. He studied law at the University of Virginia, graduating from the latter institution in June, 1893. The same year he located in Roanoke where he began the practice of his profession, which he has followed with distinction and success up to the present time. Politically he is a Democrat and is a member of the staff of Governor William Hodges Mann. He was a member of the Roanoke City Council from July 1901, to September 1904. In 1903 he was elected president of that body and presided for one year when he refused to stand for reelection.

    

As President of the Roanoke Anti-Saloon League, Colonel Johnston led two fights against the saloon evil, winning in one, which through a technicality of the law was set aside. In the second contest, and against powerful odds, the saloon forces claimed to be victorious by a very narrow margin. Religiously he is a member of the Methodist Church South, and is the founder of the Young’s Men's Brotherhood of Trinity Chinch. He is also a director of the Young Men's Christian Association. He is a progressive citizen and is connected with a number of commercial and banking institutions of Roanoke. Socially he is a member of the Kappa Sigma College Fraternity and assisted in the organization of Chapters at William and Mary and Randolph-Macon Colleges.

     As an orator and public speaker, Colonel Johnston's services are often in demand. He was the chief speaker at the unveiling of the Confederate Monument of Giles County, August 8th, 1908, and delivered the Memorial Address at the Tazewell Memorial Day Celebration on July 3d, 1911. During the summer of 1906 he traveled in Europe.  He is one of Roanoke's most progressive businessmen and stands ready at any time to do anything and aid any worthy enterprise that is connected with the up building of the city.                       .  ……………………………………………………………………………………

Children:

5.4.1.  Elizabeth Whittle "Detty" Johnston             

BIRTH 11 MAR 1915 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia  DEATH 20 MAY 1991 • Charlottesville, Albemarle County, Virginia

Married:  15 Mar 1941 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia          

Dr. John Macky Baldwin                                                                                                BIRTH 19 NOV 1914 • Norfolk, Norfolk Independent City, Virginia            

DEATH 17 SEP 1971 • Englewood, Bergen County, New Jersey                           

Son of John Macky Baldwin Sr. and Florence McClelland                                                                                  

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Roanoke Times, VA,

May 22, 1991

Elizabeth Whittle Johnston Baldwin died, as a result of a subdural hematoma, on Monday afternoon, May 20, at the University of Virginia Hospital. A funeral service will be held in the Rock Chapel of The Church of Our Saviour (1165 E. Rio Road) at 2:00 p.m. on Wednesday, May 22. The Rev. Scott Hennessy will officiate. Mrs. Baldwin was born in Roanoke on March 11, 1915. She was the daughter of Colonel and Mrs. James D. Johnston, Jr. She was the widow of Dr. John M. Baldwin, Jr. of Norfolk and of New York City. For several years preceding his death in 1971, Dr. Baldwin, a distinguished cardiologist, served on the faculty of the Columbia University, College of Physicians and Surgeons, as a practitioner at the Columbia Presbyterian Medical Center. Mrs. Baldwin is survived by her three sons, John M. Baldwin III and his wife, Ann; Kennon M. Baldwin and his wife, Alison, and their daughter, Catlin; Robert J. Baldwin; two brothers, James D. Johnston and his wife, Beck; Whittle Johnston and his wife, Martha; numerous nieces, nephews and cousins. She was preceded in death by her sister, Ruth Johnston Dickerson. Mrs. Baldwin was educated at Chatham Hall and at Roanoke College. An accomplished actress, she was a leading lady with the Barter Theater, The Erie Playhouse, the Dayton Civic Theater, and traveled for a number of seasons with the Claire Tree Major Children's Theater. She was also a gifted writer, who captured, in her numerous sketches, rich and colorful aspects of her life, and that of her family.                                .       .      ……………………………………………………………………………………………………

5.4.2.  James David Johnston III                                                                                BIRTH 21 MAY 1918 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia

DEATH 15 MAR 2013 • Charlottesville, Albemarle, Virginia  Married:                                Rebecca Routhe "Becky" White                                                                                  BIRTH 26 DEC 1919 • Tarboro, Edgecombe, North Carolina       

DEATH 4 JUN 1999 • Albemarle County, Virginia                             

Daughter of Robb White Jr and Laura Placidia Bridgers

 

JAMES JOHNSTON OBITUARY.                               

 

James D. Johnston, III, of Charlottesville, Virginia, died peacefully at the Martha Jefferson Hospital on March 15, 2013. He was 94. In late June, a private memorial celebration of his long life will be held in Charlottesville for his family and friends. As an Army veteran and dedicated patriot, he long ago declared, "I want to die with my boots on". Working on his ideas for historical documentary film until the last weeks of his life, he did.

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5.4.3.  Ruth Fowler Johnston 

BIRTH 1 JUN 1923 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia       

DEATH 13 JUL 1960 • Leesburg, Loudoun, Virginia 

(Died from a long battle with breast cancer)                  

Married: 1948,   Roanoke, Roanoke City,

Claude Wyatt Dickerson                    

BIRTH 25 AUG 1924 • Roanole, Roanoke City, Virginia           

DEATH 29 NOV 2016 • Washington, District of Columbia                                                                                        

Claude Wyatt Dickerson, Jr., businessman, restaurateur and bon vivant — known in George-town for the Pisces Club, Chinoiserie and the George Town Club — died Nov. 29 in Washington, D.C., at the age of 92. His death was due to complications associated with esophageal cancer. He lived most recently at the Watergate with his wife of 22 years, Tandy,     

                        

But there was more, for Dickerson led a life of charm, adventure and accomplishment.

“He made everyone feel like they were the center of the party, no matter how insignificant they were,” his son John Dickerson, host of “Face the Nation,” told the New York Times. “This isn’t to say that he didn’t admire the famous and the powerful. He was just gracious. A few days before he died he was still offering us a seat in his hospital room, apologizing for not being able to offer us anything nicer.”                                                                          

……Originally from Roanoke, Virginia, Dickerson moved back from Los Angeles after his World War II service and married Ruth Fowler Johnston, a high school sweetheart. They had three daughters and lived in Leesburg, Virginia — where Dickerson was buried Dec. 2. (Dickerson’s first wife died of cancer in 1960.)                                                      .                                                                                                                                       

……Amid his eulogies, he is credited with winning piano and marble competitions, being an Eagle Scout and a boxer and having one heck of a loud whistle. But there was more.  Dickerson married his second wife Nancy Dickerson Whitehead in 1962. She was America’s pioneering television newswoman with CBS News and then NBC News. The two became a Washington power couple, living at Merrywood on the Potomac, where Jacqueline Kennedy once lived. The house, now owned by AOL cofounder Steve Case, was the scene of high-profile parties, with guests from Frank Sinatra to Ronald Reagan. The Dickersons divorced in 1982. But there was more.       

                                                                                                   

…..Other businesses benefiting from Dickerson’s attention were the Federal City Club, Doubles in New York and the Palm on 19th Street. One of his last public appearances was at the 50th-anniversary party of the George Town Club, which was still getting his advice. And, yes, there’s more.  

.…..Dickerson is survived by his wife Tandy Dickerson; his sister, Betty; his daughters, Elizabeth Sinclair of Washington, D.C., Ann Dickerson Pillion, of Villanova, Pennsylvania, and Jane Dickerson of St. Davids, Pennsylvania; and his sons, Michael Dickerson of Atlanta and John Dickerson of Washington, D.C. — along with 13 grandchildren and four great-grandchildren.       

…..Close friends gathered at the George Town Club Dec. 3 to pay tribute and celebrate the life of Wyatt Dickerson — as we should, with a wink and a whistle, walking down the streets of Georgetown Virginia.                                                                                                  

5.4.4.  Stafford Gorman Whittle Johnston Sr.

BIRTH 14 NOV 1927 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia      

DEATH 26 AUG 1996 • Charlottesville, Albamarle County, Virginia       

Married:  2 Apr 1956 • Cambridge, Middlesex County, Massachusetts   

Martha Pauline Stickney                                                                                 BIRTH 1930                                                                                                                                                               

Children:

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5.4.4.1.  Stafford Gorman Whittle Johnston Jr.                                        BIRTH 1952 • Charlottesville, Albemarle , Virginia

5.4.4.2.  Caithness Johnston                                                                        BIRTH 1954 • Charlottesville, Albemarle , Virginia

5.5.  Sydney Fowler Johnston Sr.         

BIRTH 24 MAY 1873 • Staffordsville, Giles, Virginia   

DEATH 11 AUG 1903 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia                                 

Married:  15 June 1898 • Tazewell County, Virginia                                     

Harriet Wilson Cary     

BIRTH 9 DEC 1878 • Richmond, Wise, Virginia                                        

DEATH 8 JUN 1959 • N Kingstown, Rhode Island 

Daughter of Miles Cary and Harriet Slaughter

Children:

5.5.1.  Dr. Sidney Fowler Johnston II                                                                        BIRTH 23 MAY 1899 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia                                                  DEATH 3 APR 1978 • North Kingstown, Washington, Rhode Island                                Married 1st: 16 AUG 1923 • Hagerstown, Washington, Maryland                                    Gladys Hope Welsh                                                                                                      BIRTH 01 JAN 1900 • Rockbridge County, Virginia                                                          DEATH 18 AUG 1994 • Pleasant Garden, Guilford, North Carolina                                  Daughter of Daniel McMaster Welsh and Josephine Seig Teaford  

Editor’s Note:  Dr. Sidney Fowler Johnston II would marry twice.  By his first wife Gladys, he would name his son Sidney Fowler Johnston (1926-2015) .  Then, when he married his second wife, Marion, he would name their first born son Sidney Fowler Johnston (1930-2004) 

 

Children:

5.5.1.1.  Barbara Cary Johnston                                                                    BIRTH 5 MAY 1925 • Rockbridge County, Virginia                                                 DEATH 27 SEP 2015 • Beans River Bottom, Lexington, Virginia                          Married:  20 Nov 1953 • Rome, Roma, Lazio, Italy                     

Lt. Col. Charles Grayson Willard Sr.                                                              BIRTH 24 NOV 1924 • High Point, Guilford, North Carolina                                  DEATH 5 MAY 2003 • Other, Guilford, North Carolina                           Son of  Virgil Victor Willard and   Pearl Pauline Clinard   

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5.5.1.2.  Lt. Col.   Sidney Fowler Johnston III                                          BIRTH 2 AUG 1926 • Turkey Hill, Rockbridge County, Virginia

DEATH 25 OCT 2015 • Albuquerque, Bernalillo County, New Mexico                 Married:  1952 • Bainbridge, Decatur County, Georgia                                      Suzanne M. Moore                                                                                          BIRTH 12 DEC 1928 • Macon, Bibb County, Georgia                   

DEATH 20 MARCH 2016 • Albuquerque, Bernalillo County, New Mexico         

Daughter of Arthur Raymond Moore Sr and Alice Arie Hollomon

 

Obituary (Legacy.com)

Sidney F. Johnston Jr., 89, beloved father and husband, was called to his eternal resting place on October 25, 2015. He entered this world on August 2, 1926, in Lexington, VA, born to Sidney and Hope Johnston.  He is survived by his wife, Suzanne M. Johnston; daughter, Pumpkin Cary; son, S. Fowler Johnston and wife Susan Smith Johnston; grandson, Tristian Fernandez and fiancee, Annie Mullins; his granddaughter, Breanne Smith and fiance, Evan Pedroza; and brother, Charles Johnston and his wife Jean. He was preceded in death by his daughter, Bridget Holloman. 

 

Sidney served in the Air Force from June 1944 to July 1973. He was a triple veteran serving in WW II 306th Bomb Grp, "Project Casey Jones", Korea 6147th TACP "Mosquitoes" and Vietnam 365th TEWS "Antique Airlines" amassing over 3000 combat hours. He also worked at the Airborne Research and Engineering Division, Air Force Weapons Lab and Airborne Laser Lab. He and his wife, Suzanne established the New Mexico Ballet Company in 1972. Dad was always known for his kindness and generosity and he always had a smile and a special greeting for everyone. He had a wonderful sense of humor and could always make you laugh. Every flavor of ice cream was Dad's favorite!

Married 2nd:  Before 1930

Marion Appleby   

BIRTH 1 JAN 1905 • Manhattan, New York                                                      DEATH 25 OCT 1984 • Pilot Rock, Umatilla, Oregon                                          Daughter of Charles E and Florence Appleby                                         

 

Children:

5.5.1.3  Sidney Fowler Johnston                                                         

BIRTH 31 MAY 1930 • Teaneck, Bergen County, New Jersey         

DEATH 12 MAR 2004 • Chattanooga, Hamilton County, Tennessee                    Married:   24 May 1953 • Atlanta, Fulton, Georgia                                                Barbara Marie Bazemore                                                                              BIRTH 5 JAN 1935 • Monticello, Jasper, Georgia           

DEATH 8 MAY 2012 • Church Hill, Hawkins, Tennessee,                                      Daughter of Thomas Bazemore and Clifford Saunders

Obituary

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Sidney Fowler Johnston, Jr., 73, of Signal Mountain, TN, died Friday, March 12, 2004, at a local hospital.

Born in Teaneck, N.J., Mr. Johnston graduated from Georgia Tech with a B.S. in Engineering, and then served in the U.S. Navy. He began his career with IBM in Raleigh, NC, then came to Chattanooga, TN with IBM in 1971. As a senior marketing representative, his customers included the City of Chattanooga and the U.S. Air Force Arnold Engineering Development Corporation in Murfrees-boro, TN. Through a loaned executive program, he served the United Way of Greater Chattanooga until his retirement in January 1990, managing computer systems for the United Way and its agencies, launching the organization's Gifts in Kind program, and continuing to serve on a consulting and volunteer basis after his official retirement. Both personally and professionally, he dedicated his time, talent, and kind spirit to countless organizations, friends, and family.

He was preceded in death by his parents, Dr. Sidney F. Johnston (Ret., Capt., U.S. Navy) and Marion Appleby Johnston, formerly of North Kingstown, RI.

Survivors include his wife, Barbara Bazemore Johnston, Signal Mountain. TN; daughters, Dr. Barbara J. Skelton of Church Hill, TN, and Julie J. Van Valken-burg of Signal Mountain, TN; grandsons, Ian Michael Smith and Johnston Eric "Jake" Van Valkenburg; sons-in-law, Gary Skelton and Rodney Van Valkenburg; brother, Dr. Charles E. Johnston, and his wife, Jean Johnston, Pilot Rock, OR; sister, Dr. Virginia J. Neelon and her husband, Dr. Frank Neelon, Durham, NC; nieces and nephews and beloved pets. The family wishes to acknowledge God's blessings through the caregivers, friends, and colleagues who reached out to support him and his family.

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Barbara Bazemore Johnston, a longtime resident of Signal Mountain, TN, died Tuesday, May 8, 2012, at Church Hill Health Care and Rehabilitation Center.  A faithful parishioner of St. Timothys Episcopal Church on Signal Mountain, TN., she was well respected in the broader Christian Education community for her inspired work with both Episcopal and Presbyterian parishes in Raleigh, NC, Chattanooga and Signal Mountain, TN.                                           

 

She had a powerful faith, which along with her friends and family sustained her throughout her life.   A  native of Monticello, GA, she moved to Atlanta, GA as a young girl and attended Druid Hills High School, where she was voted Most Likely to Succeed. She was passionate about her faith, her family, her pets, poetry, and everything Scottish.

 

She was preceded in death by her husband, Sidney F. Johnston Jr. She is survived by her daughters and their spouses, Barbie Skelton M.D. and husband, Gary, of Church Hill, TN, and Julie Van Valkenburg and husband, Rodney, of Signal Mountain, TN. Her cherished grandsons, Ian Smith and Jake Van Valkenburg, also survive her.  The family would like to thank all the staff at Church Hill Health Care and Rehabilitation Center for treating all of them as family, and for their wonderful care and service.

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5.5.1.4.  Dr. Charles Edgar Johnston                                                          BIRTH 9 JUN 1933 • Teaneck, New Jersey                                                        Married: 1955 Kanawha County, West Virginia                                                    Marcella Janet Goldsmith

5.5.1.5.  Dr. Virginia Appleby  ”Ginny” Johnston                                      BIRTH 6 JUN 1935 • Teaneck, New Jersey                                                          DEATH 15 JUN 2021 • Durham, Durham, North Carolina                                  Married:  25 AUG 1963 • Durham County, North Carolina                                  Dr Francis Albert "Frank" Neelon                                                                  BIRTH 14 OCT 1936

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Virginia Neelon

June 6, 1935 - June 15, 2021

Durham, North Carolina - Virginia ("Ginny") Johnston Neelon, Ph.D., aged 86, died at her home in Durham on June 15, 2021, after a long battle with the respiratory illness, bronchiectasis. Ginny was born on June 6, 1935, in Teaneck, NJ to the late Marion Appleby and Sidney Fowler Johnston.

Her father was a Navy doctor, so she had an adventurous childhood (including two years in Panama, where she once won a national lottery drawing) before settling in North Kingstown (Wickford), RI, where she graduated from high school and which she thereafter considered "home." She graduated with a Bachelor of Science in Nursing from Duke University in 1957; after stints as a nurse in Denver, CO, then Newport, RI, she earned a Master of Science in Nursing from the University of California, San Francisco in 1961. She then worked as a lab assistant in Stockholm, Sweden, returning to Duke in 1962 as a Nurse Coordinator in the Cardiovascular Lab and Hyperbaric Unit.

In the Spring of 1963, while attempting a solo round of golf on the Duke Course, Ginny was intercepted at the first tee by her future husband, medical intern Francis A. (Frank) Neelon, who asked if he could "play along." Both worked at Duke Hospital but had not known each other before teeing up; four months later, on August 25, 1963, they were married. In 1967, after three years in Bethesda, MD, where the first two of their three children were born, the young family returned to Durham where Ginny became the last graduate student of Frederick Bernheim, a founding professor at Duke's School of Medicine. After earning a PhD in Physiology and Pharmacology in 1972, and a post-doctoral fellowship with Professor Leon Lack at Duke, she moved to the UNC School of Nursing (SON). There she rose to the rank of Associate Professor, founding and serving as director of the Biobehavioral Lab until her retirement in 2015.

 

At UNC, Ginny taught Pathophysiology for Advanced Nursing Practice, mentored numerous master's and doctoral degree students, and with her colleague, future Dean of Duke University SON, Mary Champagne, she studied mental confusion in hospitalized elders. The Neecham Confusion Scale that they developed has been translated into ten languages and used internationally to characterize and quantify mental confusion.

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Ginny's research and teaching led to a number of honors and awards, including Duke SON's Distinguished Alumni, and Special Alumni Awards; UNC's Nicholas Salgo Distinguished Teaching Award, Graduate Teaching Award, Faculty Recognition Award, and Laurel Archer Copp Literary Achieve-ment Award; University of Arizona's Mary Opal Wolanin Award in Clinical Nursing Research; and the Sigma Theta Tau International Cameo Series Researcher Award. One of Ginny's proudest moments was the creation of the Virginia J. Neelon Endowed Biobehavioral Nursing Scholarship to support the education expenses of graduate nursing students.

In her personal life, Ginny was most comfortable watching sports, and old (but not silent!) movies on TV; her bravest watching Duke Basketball teams through too many too-close games; most at peace reading mystery novels at her beach house in Avon on Hatteras. She tended tomatoes and zucchini each summer and liked sitting on the porch swing, listening to Patsy Cline. She passed on sightseeing, but loved traveling to see friends, and always had another seat at her table. A particular joy was Sunday evening dinners at Parizade, being doted on by the attentive staff, particularly John, Mary, and Charles.

    

But Ginny was perhaps her happiest, and certainly her best, as a devoted spouse, a deeply caring and supportive mother to her daughter, Elisabeth Neelon Wallace, sons, Brian (wife Sara) and Michael (wife Suzanne), and a playful and loving "GG" (Grandma Ginny) to her five grandchildren (Kyle, Joel and Rachel Harvey; Nathaniel and Graham Neelon).

In addition to her husband of 57 years, her daughter, sons, and grandchildren, Ginny is survived by a brother, Dr. Charles E. Johnston of Pilot Rock, OR. She was predeceased by her parents, a half-brother (Sidney Fowler Johnston, Jr); a half-sister (Barbara Johnston Willard), and an older full-brother (Sidney Fowler Johnston, Jr).

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Frank Neelon, MD

Associate Professor Emeritus of Medicine, Endocrinology                                  Duke University School of Medicine                                                                    Medical Director, Rice Diet Healthcare Program                                                  Faculty Associate, Trent Center for Bioethics, Humanities & History of Medicine Trent Center Duke University

Frank Neelon, MD came to Duke as an intern in Medicine in 1962, and except for three years at the National Institutes of Health, he has remained at or around Duke since.  Now retired from the Divisions of Endocrinology and General Internal Medicine, he remains active at Duke with the Osler Literary Roundtable. His interest in and admiration of Sir William Osler and things Oslerian led to his service as the 38th President of the American Osler Society in 2008-2009, and continues today.  He was an instigator and organizer of the two Poetry in Medicine national conferences held at Duke in 2004 and 2010.  At present, he serves as a member of the Trent Center's La Pluma writing group’s coaching and editing team with Drs. Brian Quaranta and Sneha Mantri.                                                                 .                                             Children:

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5.5.1.5.1.  Louise Cary Johnston                                                  BIRTH 8 APR 1902 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia                          DEATH 14 SEP 1960 • Radford, Montgomery, Virginia                          Married:  19 Sep 1929 • Radford, Virginia                                            Charles William Martin                                                                      BIRTH 17 FEB. 1901 • Radford, Montgomery, Virginia                          DEATH FEB 1967 • Radford, Montgomery, Virginia                              Son of James Fleming Martin and Julia Ann Epperly

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RADFORD NEWS JOURNAL,                                                                Wed, Sept 14, 1960

Funeral services will be held tomorrow afternoon for Mrs. Louise Johnston Martin, who died early this morning at the Lewis-Gale Hospital in Roanoke. She was 58 years of age. She is survived by her husband, Charles W. Martin, former City Auditor of Radford, and the owner of the Martin Building and the Martin Apartments. Other survivors include one son, James F. Martin of Roanoke; a brother, Dr. Sidney F. Johnston of North Kingston, RI; and a half-brother, Wade H. Carter, Jr., of Rock Island, IL. The 4:00 p.m. funeral tomorrow at the Seaver Funeral Home will be conducted by the Rev. Wilfred Roach. Interment will take place in the Sunrise Cemetery. Active pallbearers will be Charles Fretwell, Jess Caldwell, Ambrose Wilson, Richard Adams, Melville Jeffries, Dr. T.L. Gemmill, and F.Y. Caldwell. The family requests that in lieu of flowers, donations be sent to the American Cancer Society.

5.6.  Mamie Elise Johnston                                                                                                            BIRTH 1878 • Staffordsville, Giles County, Virginia                                                           

DEATH 1927 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia                                                             

Married: 19 Nov 1902 Roanoke, Virginia  John Mason Jameson Sr.                                 

BIRTH DEC 1872 • Campbell County, Virginia                                                                     

DEATH 15 APR 1932 • Roanoke City, Virginia                                         

Son of Morton Clifford Jameson and Marie Louise Ferguson       

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Richmond, Virginia                                                                                               

Nov. 7, 1902

WEDDING CARDS – (Special Dispatch to the Times))  LYNCHBURG, Va.  November 6. – Cards are out for the marriage of Mr. John Mason Jameson, son of Mr. M. C. Jameson, comptroller of the Norfolk and Western Railroad and Miss Mamie Elise Johnston, daughter of Mrs. James David Johnston, of Roanoke.  The ceremony will take place in Roanoke at Green Memorial Church, on Wednesday evening, November 19th.

Children:

5.6.1.  John Mason Jamison Jr.                                                                                  BIRTH 21 OCT 1906 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia                                                  DEATH 6 FEB 1943 • Washington, District of Columbia                                                                            

5.6.2. James David Jameson                                                                          BIRTH 22 JUL 1908 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia                                                    DEATH 28 NOV 1960 • Arlington, Arlington City, Virginia                                                Married:  23 Oct 1937 • Richmond, Henrico County, Virginia                                      Elizabeth McCaw Rose                                                                                  BIRTH 26 NOV 1913 • Henrico County, Virginia                                                              DEATH 21 DEC 1987 • Falls Church, Fairfax County, Virginia                                     Daughter of John Edgar Rose Jr and Ruby Helen Gresham                                                         

Children:

5.6.2.1.  Elizabeth McCaw Rose Jameson

BIRTH 28 AUG 1938 • Richmond, Henrico, Virginia                              Married:  20 Feb 1960 • Arlington, Arlington, Virginia                    

Frederick Atkins Burroughs III

BIRTH 18 DEC 1935 • Princeton, Gibson, Indiana  DEATH 22 NOV 2003 • Bald Head Island, Brunswick, North Carolina         

Son of Frederick Atkins Burroughs Jr and Ethelyn Ashmore

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FREDERICK BURROUGHS OBITUARY

BURROUGHS, FREDERICK ATKINS, III

Of Arlington, VA, on Saturday, November 22, 2003, at their home on Bald Head Island, NC. Born December 18, 1935 in Princeton, IN. Husband of 43 years to Elizabeth Jameson Burroughs; father of Elizabeth Sellers Burroughs, Frederick Atkins (Christine) Burroughs, IV, Lynne Burroughs (Keith) Turner; brother of Dr. Wayne Ashmore Burroughs. He is also survived by six grand-children. Respected in the banking community for 48 years, most recently a Director of James Monroe Bank, he was one of the Founders of the Arlington Community Foundation and served on the Board of Directors; a longtime member and Past President of Washington Golf and Country Club; a member of the Kiwanis Club and Trinity Presbyterian Church.

 

5.6.2.2.  Alice Fowler Jameson                                                         

BIRTH 12 MAR 1942 

Married 1st:  13 Jun 1981

Divorced:  11 Nov 1983 • Virginia   

B. Kenneth Mayfield Jackson                                                                       BIRTH 20 OCT 1930                                                                                            Married 2nd: 13 Jun 1964 • Arlington, Arlington City, Virginia                       Bruce Michael Garnett           

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  SECTION V   

                                                                                                                                                                DESCENDANTS                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Amanda Louise Fowler and Robert Alexander Pearis

6.  Amanda Louise Fowler

BIRTH 31 JAN 1839 • Mouth of Indian, Monroe County, now West Virginia  

DEATH 25 APR 1909 • Bristol, Sullivan, Tennessee   

Married:   2 Jan 1856 • Mouth of Indian, Monroe, now West Virginia  

Robert Alexander Pearis                                                                                                             BIRTH 13 NOV 1821 • Giles County, Virginia                                                                                DEATH 9 AUG 1871 • Red Sulphur Springs, Monroe  County, West Virginia                                  Son of Samuel Pepper Pearis and Rebecca Chapman

Robert Alexander. Pearis, the eldest child, was born in Pearisburg, Giles County, Virginia in 1821 to Samuel Pepper Pearis and Rebecca Chapman. Rebecca was the sister of Priscilla Breck-inridge Chapman Fowler and died in 1833 when Robert was only 12 years old. It is not clear why Robert left home and was adopted by his uncle and aunt, Dr. Thomas Fowler and his wife Priscilla,  as his father was still living up until 1869.  Robert signed on with the Fowlers at “Indian” to be the “in-house “ school teacher for the Fowler children and a few others.  While teaching, he was induced by Dr. Thomas to take up the study of Medicine – which he did.  He went on to study at Emory & Henry College and finished up at The medical school in Philadelphia.

After becoming an M.D., he struck out on his own for the West, ending up in California at the beginning of the gold rush.  He did quite well.  He returned back to Virginia and married his cousin, Amanda in 1856 and then immediately went back to his interests in California with his brother, wife and sister, Rebecca Clay Pearis.  Rebecca would marry a fellow Virginian, the Sacramento District Attorney, Francis “Frank” Hereford III (Later US Congressman and Senator for West Virginia) in California in 1858.  Rebecca died in 1865 in Virginia City, Nevada and was buried in Sacramento.  Not long after, Frank came back east to West Virginia and remarried.

Source:                                                                                                                Find A Grave                                                                                                                                                Francis Henry Hereford  

U.S. Congressman, U.S. Senator. He graduated from McKendree College Illinois in 1845, studied law, was admitted to the bar, moved to California in 1849 and practiced law. He was district attorney of Sacramento County, (1855-57). Moving to West Virginia, he was elected as a Democrat to the Forty-second, Forty-third and Forty-fourth Congresses, serving (1871-77). In 1877, he was elected as a Democrat to the United States Senate to fill the vacancy caused by the death of Allen Taylor Caperton, serving until 1881. After leaving the Senate, resumed the practice of law until his death.

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At some point, Thomas Baldridge Fowler, second son of Dr. Thomas Fowler met up with Robert and Amanda as he was in California by 1860.

In those days one would take a steamer to Panama, cross over to the Pacific by train and then catch another ship for California.  Their ship to California was the “Golden Age” capable of carrying up to 1,200 passengers - On their trip to California in 1856, they were involved in a tragic train wreck in Panama with a great loss of life – as many as 100 people died.  Robert and his brother Charles (who accompanied them and was also a doctor) were the only two medical professionals on the train – saving many people.

In 1870, we find Robert and Amanda and their two children living at “Indian” with Priscilla Fowler, now a widow. Also living at that time at “Indian” was Frank Hereford, widower of Robert’s deceased sister, Rebecca.

In May of 1871, Robert died at Red Sulphur Springs, the Hotel/spa resort five miles south of “Indian”.  The Editor’s conjecture is that he had contracted tuberculosis while in California.  He was buried with the Pearis family members at Angel’s Rest (Mountain overlooking Pearisburg) but eight months later was re-interred to the cemetery of the Fowler’s in Bristol, Tennessee.  Amanda would die in 1909 in Bristol.

Robert and Amanda would have three children who never married.

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Memorial                                                                                                                                            By I.C. Fowler  April 1872

In Memoriam.

The reinterment of the remains of Dr. R A. Pearis was an unobtrusive event of Wednesday last the 10th instant. Our readers will remember that on the 8th of August 1871, he died at Red Sulfur Springs of pulmonary disease and that his remains received temporary interment at the foot of Angels Rest, one of the grandest and most beautiful of those promontories with which nature has distinguished the New River Valley. It would be deemed appropriate that for at least a time he should sleep beside certain loved ones of his father's household who had there gone down beneath the sod and the perpetual sleep of death. It was the place of his birth and is one of those localities where nature seems to have been profuse. There, surrounded by the great hills which rear their majestic curves far towards heaven, thereby the shadows of the same primeval wood which first invited his adventurous and untutored footsteps. There is the hymn of that same grand and turbulent stream which sang for him, the marveling song of his boyhood. We opened the sod of the valley and laid in the temporary house, the body of the husband, father, teacher, and son. The heavy temple of clay which heaven had not yet demanded of us.

Eight months have elapsed and it has been deemed proper that all that we have been allowed to retain this godly man should follow, as nearly as can be, his living friends. The departed ones have doubtless with them the immortal part which has soared to its congenial summit in the skies, and it is not likely that the mere ashes of one so worthy of perpetual remembrance and whose beautiful and sublime record is so invaluable to the touch of criticism can come to remain within the location of those who seek to follow his footsteps without exerting a favorable and holy influence upon their lives. There is a virtue in our contiguity to the graves of our beloved dead. Those sweetest and divinest moments of the year which seem to come down the narrow avenues of celestial intercourse tempting us to visit and kneel above the dust of those who, for a while, have moved at our side and in the midst of our temptations and sorrows, led holy lives, when bore their burdens and shared ours and murmured not, surely such moments, such influences, as are of celestial import.

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Who can tell but that in the blindness of our tears, while we see them not they lay their holy hands about our heads, and while they leave us weeping, Leave us with holier impulses in our hearts? If so, the friends of Dr. Paris have done no fruitless set in depositing his body in our Goodson cemetery. In the world he was an honest man in poverty he was diligent and faithful amid the affluence of a successful life he was large-hearted and liberal, in trouble, he was brave and self-reliant, in temptation he was true, in life he was an educated, polished, and pious gentleman.  His clarity was as large as his knowledge of adversity was ample. Patient and faithful in his duty, his heart abounded in apologies for the frailties and follies of others. Can it be wondered at, that such a man was neither ashamed to live nor afraid to die. He and the writer were boys together. Even in youth, we found in him that exact and splendid equipoise of intellect and emotion which made him our beau ideal of a man. Often have we conversed upon the subject of death a subject upon which we were singularly agreed. To his mind. It was full of fascinations, and to enjoy them fully we were content to study them and to follow their indications, as far out into the fields of thought as our finite powers could reach. The subject was one upon which we ventured with that curious temerity subjective of the forbidden tree of knowledge. But the day so long anticipated came. 

 

On a beautiful August afternoon, he was strolling through the beautiful grounds which were embellished with Red Sulphur Springs. He, though for years an invalid, was still dreaming of days to come. But within the shadows of that mountain gorge, there came in a shape insidious, and with a shape familiar and soft, a messenger so often seen by him that he knew not an and the import of his present coming. Alas, The human intellect seldom recognizes at first the angel of death. He went to room number 19. Soon his friends were about him. Gradually the silken curtains of a well-spent life came down about him and the darkness of the shadow of death was over him -- The splendid light that was within revealed the fact that he was ready. As we stood about him in our little group of souls, he placed his hands on wife and child and as he leaned out upon the golden hand of fate, assured them that without the possibility of a doubt, he would soon be in the arms of his beloved Jesus. In a moment, and at the hour of noon, the darkness which so often precedes death, came upon him believing it to be night. He summoned that he would die before morning and calling to him his wife, to whom he said, “I love you,” in a moment he was dead. The horrible affliction was over.

We had stood for the last time around our friend and amidst our sorrow and his smiles, had seen him sawn asunder by the iron hand of death. Through the physical rule, his mind had towered in all its perplexity and force. Fearing the grand prospect of heaven he had refused to recognize affliction or acknowledge grief. The moment was our ultimus thule of possible contiguity to the spiritual world. The celestial warden with his convoy of angels, had swept before our blinded eyes, and gathering to his retinue the tried and chastened spirit we had tenderly watched but could not keep, left us to our contiguity with mortal things. For the twinkling of an eye, we had been upon the narrow promontory which separates sorrow and bliss. A moment more and the great Gulf was between us. In its silent shadows, the invincible and cold sentinel of death took his station, and we went back to the world.

In boyhood and manhood and in the “yellow leaf” of life, I have known Robert A. Pearis, but in the 47 years which spanned all their vicissitudes, I knew of no one item of their history which I would desire to see expunged. Losing his mother at an early age, He was invited to a participate in those parental attentions which were yet spared to me, and a boyhood more faultless or fruitful of the virtues possible in early life I have never known. Gifted with a ready and versatile intellect and admirable equipoise with an acute and responsive moral perception, he was both admired and beloved.

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He was one of the earliest students at Emory and Henry College, where in 1843 he graduated as one of the most popular and accomplished of his class. While a student at that institution, he experienced conversion and became a pious member of the Methodist Church for Life. Adopting the profession of medicine, he went in 1843 to the city of Philadelphia, where he remained until he graduated in 1847 when he returned to Indian, the home of his adoption where he remained for a short time in social intercourse with those friends who were scarcely less dear to him than the one he had lost in his childhood. He was an educated young man, but having exhausted his income in becoming so, he obtained a necessary amount of means from a friend and started for the great West. His first location was near the city of Saint Louis where he remained until 1849 when the news of the discovery of gold in California reached the state. He immediately crossed the plains with a company and soon reaching the locality of Sutter's Mill, he found that scarcely the half had been told. His first location was the site of the present city of Sacramento. Having carried with him from Saint Louis, a small lot of drugs, he reared a tent and with some rude plank improvised a counter and opened business. Soon there were merchants, and bankers, and lawyers and all the elements of business.

 

The young city began to assume important proportions. Desiring to increase his business by extending it into other departments, he sought an interview with a banker and taking a loan of $2,000, was asked what security he proposed to tender. He replied that he had none whatsoever. A deliberate conversation of some 20 minutes ensued. It served the banker to fathom fully the character and purposes of his man, and he arose and handed him the money, declining to receive even a duebill for it. The investments were made and being quickly successful, the money was promptly returned. It is needless to add that the two strangers became fast friends, but it may be worthwhile to say that for many years they were as useful as pleasant to each other.

In five years, he visited the house of his boyhood, a wealthy man. No one had forgotten the generous boy who had so enterprisingly pushed his way through the various gradation of discipline and education. Everyone greeted the successful and courteous man.  For two years he remained in Virginia during which he married his second daughter of Dr. Fowler and returned to California, where he remained until 1858 when he returned to Virginia, hoping to see alive once more his father-in-law, but prior to his arrival, the grave had closed above the friend of his early days. So good of heart could not fail to sorrow ever so great a loss and for several years he remained at the old homestead.

During his long residence on the Pacific, he witnessed and participated in the rise and development of the state of California. He found it a wilderness and left it one of the most splendid and fine-developed Commonwealths of America. For very many years to come, those who are to enjoy some of the finest and most beneficial works upon its mountains and in its valleys will have reason to mark and remember his sagacity and enterprise. He built roads across its mountains, bridged its rivers, established ferries, erected houses which adorned one of its principal cities and drew about himself and his family the finest social influences in the state. But the end came, and while superintending the construction of a road across the Sierra to Virginia, the new city of silver in the young state of Nevada, he permitted himself to trespass too far upon those exposures to climate and weather which so often became unobserved in the excitement of local news. The fatal story: damp ground, cold feet and then the warning. Alas, nature deals with the stern discipline of inexorable law and often warns with the sword of execution in an hour of seeming triumph he had ventured too far, and that tireless energy which had led him up to the pleasant elevation of a useful life, would now cause with him in their common assault. One step more and disease  had gained the delicate citadel of physical health. He returned to Virginia in 1867 and never again saw the bright field of his labors on the Pacific.

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Of one so virtuous in life, so charming in social intercourse, so true in his affairs. It is pleasant to write and profitable to think. How eloquent his death!  Farewell thou rare and virtuous man, thou good and generous friend, thou leave minister of the charities of life. It is no dark and meaning-less man which prompts us to bring within our horizon thy brittle house of clay. Above it we can weave the vine and rear the summer flower while from it there will spring a fertile field of mem-ories to feed the bruised and wounded virtues of our being and in their holy atmosphere we can bow and repel all the nightly libel that we journey to extinction.

Our inverse vision tells us that the wonderful sons which bathe their gorgeous faces in the limitless sea of heaven forever rise and go down again in the limited circles which we behold, that our souls burnished and glowing with the splendor of immortal thought, grow dim and die within their frail tenements of clay. But such a life as thine and such love as ours for thee, meet in the immortal embrace of fact and faith and live forever. Thus does human virtue acquire its sublimities and thus the brief history of trials and triumphs the expensive and comprehensive eloquence of immortality.    

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Editor’s Note: The following are snippets from the “Aubigraphy of Isaac Chapman Fowler.  1843 would place Robert A. Pearis at about age 22 and I.C. Fowler at about age 12

…..my cousin, Robert A. Pearis, wishing to study medicine under my father, agreed to teach our private school in the same building, at the same time pursuing his own studies.  At this time my brother Thomas was practically my sole companion, but John Tiffany, Esqr. Who lived ten miles distant, wished to avail himself of the advantages of our school and it was agreed that his son Charles, who was of companionable size for us, should board with us and go to our school.

This was a great streak of luck for us.  The difference between the social pleasure and enjoyment incident to a year’s contact of two boys, and of three boys may be described as immense.  We had dogs, a gun, a fishing tackle, and a canoe.  The river was on one side of us and Indian Creek on the other.  The streams were stocked with catfish and the eddies abounded in bullfrogs and turtle.

Our school had new rules inaugurated by my father, giving us study hours from sunrise till eleven o’clock a.m., the frolic till 3 p.m., and study till sunset.  That four hours at midday was largely spent, during the summer season in the river, for we soon learned to swim.  On rare occasions at night, we went with neighboring young men “gigging” or spearing fish, using huge torches made of the rich pine in which portions of the river hills abounded.  On frosty autumn nights, we hunted the raccoon and the opossum being always accompanied by some of the negro men belonging to the family........                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

….. It was the following year that Robert A. Pearis (The A. standing for Alexander) took charge of this family school, and for two years – 1843 & 1844 – the sovereignty of the Butcher House was transferred from Mr. Vas to him.  He was my first cousin – his mother, Rebecca Chapman, who was the sister of my mother, having died in early married life.  My father became his guardian and so for years, he became a member of our family. 

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After the usual friction at the usual country schools, he decided to prosecute the study of medicine under my father, so that he became at the same time Pupil and Teacher.  Under him, I was advanced to Green’s English Grammar, Mitchell’s Geography, Comstock’s Natural Philo-sophy, and Fowler’s – and later, other Arithmetics.  These days were happy ones……

 

 ….. My brother, Thomas B Fowler, accompanied Dr. Pearis on his Tennessee trip and became a boarder in the family of my uncle., with whose sons and daughter he attended as a pupil, the school of Mr. Bouldin In the autumn of 1845…..

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Editor’s Note: Transcription of a letter written by James D. Johnston to I.C Fowler concerning wedding mishap  1856.  J. D. Johnston is I.C. Fowler’s brother-in-law.  The occasion was the wedding of Dr. Robert A. Pearis to Amanda Louise Fowler. January 2, 1856  - As written,  Rebecca Pearis is the sister of Robert A. Pearis.  Sarah Pearis is the daughter of Louisa Adeline Johnston (daughter of David Johnston Jr. and Sophia “Sarah “Sally” Chapman) and Daniel Howe Pearis.  She would marry a cousin – David Emmons Johnston, the author of “A History of the New River Valley and Contiguous Settlements”.   This letter also appears under James D. Johnston and Mary Ann Fowler.

Mouth of Indian.                                                                                                                                Jan. 7, 1856.

Dear Sir.

At the request of Mary, I write you a line. The wedding passed off agreeably and pleasantly without anything to destroy the pleasure of the occasion. The company was about as large as it was on the 18th November and composed of nearly the same persons. The company remained here until Friday morning when the doctor and Amanda with cousins Rebecca and Miss Anne Chapman and others left for Tazewell. But the occurrence of a very sad and unfortunate accident prevented the trip and caused the return of the whole party to this place.

The company got safely over the river below here and the foremost carriage driven by Mr. Oscar Emmons and in the use of George M. Pearis Senior, had proceeded as far as the steep hill nearby opposite Mr. Harvey's, when the horses, taken fright from some of the jeering coming loose, rushed headlong down the hill, upsetting the carriage, tearing everything to pieces and precipitating those inside nearly to the river's edge. Cousin Rebecca, Cousin Anne Chapman. Sarah Pearis (daughter of Louisa) and Oscar Emmons, were the persons riding in the carriage. Cousin Rebecca was severely hurt. Severe wounds being inflicted upon her forehead and top of her head. She was cast slantingly against a very large stone. She was brought over here the next day and is now lying confined to her bed and must continue for some time. There is no doubt, however, at present entertained of her ultimate recovery. Cousin Ann has her collarbone broken but is going about and suffering but little. Mr. Emmons was slightly hurt. Mrs. Sarah Pearis escaped safely.

On the same day, on the return of Mary Anne Chapman in Dr. Pearis’ carriage driven by Charles Williams from the other side of the river, they narrowly escaped drowning. The roads were very icy and the road leading down to the boat landing on the opposite side from here (as you perhaps will recollect), is very steep. The ferryman neglected to fasten the boat. The horses got to the boat and the carriages coming down against it, instead of running in, pushed it into the stream. The horses soon got into swimming water and came very near turning the carriage over with Mary and cousin Anne and Dr. Charles inside.

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The only got relief by cutting the harness and thus freeing the horses. Mary and Anne got a very thorough drenching, as also Thomas who rushed into the water above his waist to hold the horses.

The residue of us are well, of course you need not expect Dr. Robert and Amanda in Tazewell very soon. I hope to be able to visit you before a great while, but possibly not before the return of good weather. I'll give my kindest regards to your lady and be sure to let us hear from you. Write to Mary, as I am anxious she shall not give up writing as so many ladies do, and as she manifests an inclination to do. I have said to her that I thought it was her place to write this letter, but she has pressed me into the service. Of course, when I get “fixed”, (which I hope may be before a great while), I shall expect to have you and your family with us.

Very truly                                                                                                                                         Your obdt. Svt.,                                                                                                                                  James D. Johnston                                                                   …………………………………………………..……………………………………………………………

Sacramento,                                                                                                                                                              June 6th, 1850.                                                                                                                                                                

Messrs. Editors :

I arrived in this city this morning with a thankful heart, having been preserved with my life through the dreadful carnage, of the 6th of May, of the train upon the Isthmus of Panama. Under God, I am indebted to a citizen of this city for my limbs, and probably my life. I can now speak the gratitude my heart feels, through your paper, of the services rendered me by Dr. R. F. Pearis, an old resident of this place. He found me under the wreck of the fourth car of that unfortunate train, with the dead lying over and under me, and my left leg broken, as well as thigh out of joint, and by judicious and timely aid has saved my limb as well as my life.

 

This is but a poor return for his kindness and yet it should be publicly made, coming as it does from my very heart. But 1 desire also to thank the Doctor and his brother Charles, in behalf of fifty others whom I left lying in the hospital at Panama, who expressed to me the obligations they were under to those two gentlemen, the only medical men in the train, for the valuable and timely services they rendered them in that terrible massacre upon the Isthmus. Many hearts are still beating with pulsations of gratitude to those worthy brothers, whose disinterested labors of love were bestowed upon every sufferer they could find through the long watches of that dreary night, where we passed about five hours before any train came to the relief of the wounded, the mangled and the dying. When I left the Isthmus, nine days after the accident, about fifty had gone to that sleep which knows no waking, and near that number were still living, many of whom were considered beyond the hope of recovery. Wit. L. Carpenter, Orleans Hotel.

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Children:                                                                                                                      1.  Charles Fowler Pearis                                                                           

2.   Thomas Fowler Pearis                                                                         

3.   Amanda louise “Pearl;” Pearis                                           

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6.1.  Charles Fowler Pearis                                                                                          BIRTH 1856 • Sacramento, Sacramento, California

DEATH 23 MAY 1903 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia  Married: 

No recorded marriage found

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The Evening News                                                                                                              Roanoke, Virginia                                                                                                                Monday, May 25th, 1903                                                                                                      Page 1

                                              Death of Mr. C. F. Pearis                                                   Claim Adjuster of the N.W. Succumbs of pneumonia.

Mr. C. F. Pearis, one of the claim adjusters of the Norfolk and Western died suddenly Saturday at his home, 19 Roanoke Street after a brief illness. He was taken sick while out on the road and returned home Thursday night when physicians were called and began heroic treatment to check the rapid stride of pneumonia, which had already gotten such a hold upon him. The disease did not respond to treatment and at 1:30 he peacefully passed away.

Mr. Pearis was aged 47, unmarried and resided with his mother. Mrs. A. L. Pearis and his only sister, Miss Louise. His father, Dr. Robert Pearis, went from Virginia to Sacramento, California and became one of the wealthiest and most influential physicians of that state. When his health failed, he returned to Virginia, where he died. The deceased was a graduate of Virginia Military Institute and Columbia College, New York and a mining engineer by profession. He lived in Helena, Montana until about a year ago when he accepted a position with the Norfolk and Western so as to be with his widowed mother.

 

Those who knew him had loved him most. He was a gentleman of great culture and refinement and possessed of a disposition that was sunshine in itself, which made him a favorite with all whose pleasure it was to know him. Kind to all, charitable to all, he possessed a soul that was pure and noble and found its greatest pleasure in doing good to others. When we come to sum up the attributes of the true gentleman, we find that none were lacking in his character. Such a soul shall forever dwell in peace with the Father of all light.

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6.2  Thomas Fowler Pearis                                                                                         BIRTH 30 NOV 1859 • Sacramento, Sacramento, California                                              DEATH 2 AUG 1866 • El Dorado County, California

6.3  Amanda Louise "Pearl" Pearis                                                         BIRTH 31 JAN 1862 • Sacramento, Sacramento, California                                              DEATH 27 APR 1909 • Roanoke, Roanoke City, Virginia                                                  Married:  No recorded marriage found

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                                                 SECTION VI                                                   Dr. Allen Fowler

    No Known Descendants

7.  Dr. Allen Fowler                                                                                                                              Birth:  18 Jul 1841, Mouth of Indian, Monroe County, Virginia                                                            Death:  7 May 1902, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake  County, Utah                                                             

 

Age: 61

In September, 1860, Allen Fowler was a student at Emory and Henry College in Washington Cunty, Virginia. 

He served as a Colonel in Lowery's Battery, Army of Northern Virginia, CSA and was severely wounded at Fisher's Hill. He later became a practicing physician in Salt Lake City, Utah. It does not appear that he was ever married or had children.

According to the April 27, 1872 Pearisburg Gazette, of Pearisburg, West Virginia, Dr. Allen Fowler, formerly of Monroe County, West Virginia, but a resident of Salt Lake City, Utah at the time, was in town several days on a visit to his relatives. "The Doctor went to the 'Great West' about six years ago [1866] in search of adventure and fortune and this is his first visit to his old friends." In addition, Elbert Fowler of the Border Watchman was also on a visit to his friends, "looking none the worse for his Editorial labors."

On May 4, 1872, the Pearisburg Gazette reported that "Dr. Allen Fowler will leave us in a few days for 'Mormondom.' We had hoped to have him with us all summer, but it seems that there is more attraction in Salt Lake City than in Pearisburg." The paper bid him Good-bye and Good luck.

On 26 October 1875, he became one of three original doctors on staff at Holy Cross Hospital in Salt Lake City, where he served for 27 years without salary until his death. The Holy Cross Hospital remains in operation today as the Salt Lake Regional Medical Center, located at 1050 East South Temple, Salt Lake City, Utah and carries the distinction of being one of the city’s most historic hospitals.

On 2 September 1878, Stephen F. Nuckolls of Fremont Co., Iowa named Allen Fowler of Salt Lake City, Utah an executor of his will.

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Tazewell Republican                                                                                                                          Thu.  May 22, 1902                                                                                                                            Page 1

Dr. Allen Fowler

Dr. Allen Fowler, brother of Hon. I.C. Fowler, died at the Holy Cross Hospital, in Salt Lake City, Utah, on May 7th. 1902, of septic pneumonia in his 61st year, having been born at “Indian,” near Red Sulphur Springs, Va., (now West Virginia) July 18th, 1841.

He was educated in the common schools of Pearisburg and Tazewell and at Emory and Henry College.  When the Civil War came on he promptly enlisted in the Confederate Army and became First Lieutenant of Lowry’s Battery, which he actually commanded until the surrender at Appo-mattox.

He saw great and valuable service, was at Carnifex Ferry, Sewell Mountain, and was badly wounded at Lewisburg, was at Roanoke Island, was at the battles of the Valley campaign in 1864, was at Monancacy, at Chambersburg, at Silver Springs, near Washington; at the battle of Winchester, seriously wounded at Fisher’s Hill, was at battles around Lynchburg and Appomattox.  His career as a soldier was an ideal one and it may be said with perfect truth that no braver nor truer man ever enlisted in his country’s service than he.  Brave, honorable, faithful, devoted to duty, he shed the blood in that service.  At the end of the struggle, he studied medicine and went to Utah in 1869 and established himself to his profession, and became the admitted dean in the medical profession of the West.  Whether in medicine or other business or in his social relations, he was always unselfishly noble, honorable, and true.  He died honored and regretted, and his honorable and noble career has given him an imperishable name in the West, where he established and won his successes.  His own merit and boundless talent and industry made him what he attained.

The Salt Lake Tribune says: “The sad news of Dr. Allen Fowler’s death was received with deepest sorrow throughout the city.  All felt they had suffered an irreparable loss.  As a physician, he was admittedly one of the leaders as well as one of the pioneers of the West.  As Medical Director of the Holy Cross Hospital, which he organized and directed, he has become widely known.  He has been a ministering spirit to the sick.  He was the Nestor of Utah physicians; no truer, higher-souled, clearer-brained American than he ever lived.  The people of the city are all mourners around the bier.”

The Salt Lake Herald says: Dr. Fowler’s death marked the passing of one of the leading men in the Western medical world.  His opinion was accepted as authority by the men of the medical profession, not only in the West but wherever he was known in the country.  As a fitting recognition of his work the parlors of the Holy Cross Hospital, where his remains lie in state, are draped in mourning, the casket rests beneath a canopy of crepe, and beautiful flowers bound together by sorrowing fingers breathe in their sweet fragrance the silent tributes of friends left behind.”

The Deseret Evening News says: “Dr. Fowler was one of the most conspicuous figures in the Western medical World.”  As director of the holy Cross Hospital, he acquired a reputation that extends all over the inter-mountain country.  His fine instincts of the true Virginian gentleman made him as much a favorite in the drawing as well as in the sick room.  His profession stands higher for his having been in it.”

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His internment took place on Friday, May 9th, 1902, in Mount Olive cemetery, in one of the loveliest views therein, at Salt Lake City.  The services, which were conducted at the Cathedral by Father Kiely, were impressive and solemn.

The Herald say: “The scene was one of the deepest sorrow.  Every head was bowed in mourning.  Tears glistened in every eye.  Among those who gathered about the bier were the white-headed pioneers who had known him in earlier days, those of later time had come to remember his kindness and faithful care; and most touching of all the thirty-eight sisters of the Holy Cross Hospital kneeling before the altar, while a little child sang the sweet strains of “Nearer My God to Thee.’”

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The Ogden Standard                                                                                                             

21 May 1902, Wed. 

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Dr. Fowler’s Will

The will of the late Dr. Allen Fowler was filed for probate in the Third District court yesterday, accompanied by the petition of John J. Daly and W. M. Bradley, who are named in the instrument as executors, asking that the will be admitted to probate.  Dr. Fowler’s estate is valued at $130, 000, and consists of cash, stocks, bonds, etc., with one small piece of real estate.  The Bequests are as follows:

Mary Ann Fowler Johnston, a sister, of Roanoke, Va., $3,000; Mrs. Amanda Fowler Pearis, a sister, of Roanoke, Va., $50.00 per month as long as she may live, for the support of herself and her daughter.  If the daughter survives the mother, she is to receive $1.00 per day for life, in lieu of $50.00 per month.

Elbert Bailey Fowler, grandson, a sufficient sum to support him during a three-year’s school course.

Allene Johnston, a niece, house and lot in Roanoke, Va., value not stated.

Isaac Chapman Fowler, a brother, and his wife, a sum sufficient to care for them during life, in the event that they lose their means of support.

After directing his executors to set aside a sum sufficient to meet the foregoing bequests, Dr. Fowler leaves the residue of his estate to six nieces, Roberta P. Johnston Izard, Allene Johnston and Mamie Johnston of Roanoke, Va., Nannie Belle Lindsey, of Bristol, Tenn., Virginia Louise Preston and Cilla Preston Goodwyn of Abingdon, Va., the residue to be divided equally between them.

The executors are given absolute control of the estate and are to serve without bonds. 

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                                              SECTION VII                                                                                      DESCENDANTS                                      

Elbert Fowler Sr.

8. Elbert Fowler Sr.                                                                                                                      BIRTH 24 NOV 1843 • Mouth of Indian, Monroe County, Now West Virginia                                  DEATH 23 FEB 1885 • Hinton, Summers County, West Virginia                                                    Married: 20 Nov 1878 • Spalding County, Georgia                                                                          Mary Susan Bailey                                                                                                                      BIRTH 1853 • Butts County, Georgia                                                                                              DEATH 27 AUG 1913 • Jacksonville, Duval, Florida                                                                      Daughter of Col. David Jackson Bailey and Mary Susan Grantland

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Source:                                                                                                                                              “History of Summers County, West Virginia”

Hon. Elbert Fowler was a native of Summers County, son of Dr. Thomas Fowler, born at the mouth of Indian Creek, "Indian," in Monroe County, on the 24th of November, 1843, and was of a family of two sisters, Mrs. Mary Johnson and Mrs. Amanda L. Pearis ; and two brothers, Hon. I. C. Fowler and Dr. Allen Fowler.

Hon. I. C. Fowler was a Confederate soldier and made his home in Virginia after the war, he and Elbert Fowler founding the "Bristol News," and later, he was Speaker of the House of Delegates of Virginia for five terms, and afterward appointed clerk of the United States Court, and resided at Abingdon, which position he held until near the date of his death within the last twelve months. Dr. Allen Fowler was also a Confederate soldier, who immediately after the war emigrated to Salt Lake City, Utah, and became one of the most celebrated physicians of that country, and died but recently, a wealthy man.

Elbert Fowler joined the Confederate Army when a boy about eighteen years of age. He was educated partly at Emory and Henry Colleges, and after the war, he went to McGill University, Montreal, Canada, where he graduated. Returning, he and his brother, I. C., founded the "Bristol News" at Bristol, Tennessee and Virginia. Later, in the year 1871 or 1872, he founded the "Border Watchman" at Union, Monroe County, West Virginia, which is still existing, and is owned and edited at this time by the Hon. Albert Sidney Johnston, as the "Monroe Watchman," which is one of the ablest edited papers and one of the most reliable in the State or any other State, Mr. Johnston being one of the most chivalrous and true-hearted citizens of any commonwealth.

Elbert Fowler received from Andrew Johnson a pardon for his transgressions as a Confederate soldier. After disposing of the "Border Watchman," he took up the practice of law, which he pursued until his death, on March 21, 1885, making his home at the Mouth of Indian Creek on the old Fowler homestead. At the date of his death, he and James H. Miller were partners in the law. Mr. Fowler was one of the brightest lawyers and most loyal of men it has ever been my good fortune to be associated with or to know. A comparatively small portion of his time was spent at the Mouth of Indian after he applied himself to his profession, being counsel for the Norfolk & Western Railway Company for the last several years of his life, and much of his time was spent in Virginia looking after the interests of that corporation.

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He was elected prosecuting attorney of this county in 1874, and served four years; was a candidate for re-election against the Hon. W. R.  Thompson at the election held in 1878. Mr. Thompson, on the face of the returns, had a majority of votes. Mr. Fowler, believing that the election had not been fairly conducted and that irregularities existed, instituted a contest in the courts, which was fought through the county and Supreme Courts for some time, when the differences were compromised, and Mr. Thompson was permitted to retain the office for the full term. 

                                                                                                          

A law partnership was formed between Mr. Fowler and James H. Miller on the first day of October 1883. The latter was elected prosecuting attorney at the election held in 1884, and Mr. Fowler qualified as his assistant, which position he continued to hold until his death.

On the 12th day of March, 1885, Mr. Fowler came to Hinton, from his farm at Indian, a distance of sixteen miles up New River from Hinton, stopping at the office of the firm at the courthouse for some time, and then went to his hotel for dinner (the old brick Central Hotel, which was afterward burned) after which he started to return to the court house, when he met J. S. Thompson, an attorney, at the crossing of the alley on Second Street, just below the new hotel of the Hinton Hotel Company, which is now under construction. When Fowler was at the middle of the crossing and Thompson about twenty feet above on the sidewalk, they coming towards each other, Mr. Fowler having a bundle of law books under his arm, Mr. Thompson drew a revolver and began shooting at him. Some four or five shots were fired by him, two of which took effect in Mr. Fowler's leg between the knee and ankle, breaking the bones in two places and shattering that part of his leg, the breaks of the bones being about four inches apart. Fowler drew a small derringer, about four inches long, from his pocket, and shot as he fell, but missed his mark. Fowler fell to the ground, and was carried to his room at the Central Hotel, where he was attended by a number of the most skilled surgeons in the country, including Doctors S. P. Peck, of Hinton ; Dr. Isaiah Bee, of Princeton, and Dr. McDonald, of Union.

It was not thought at the time that the wounds would prove fatal, and Mr. Fowler would not consent to having an amputation performed, but after four or five days it was apparent that the only hope of saving his life was to amputate the foot. This was done two or three days before his death, but it was too late; blood poisoning had set in. the bones of the leg having been shattered, and on the 21st he died from the result of the wound. A day or so before his death a mistake was made in the administering of his medicine, by wrongfully administering a poison called aconite, which mistake was shortly afterward discovered and the effects were counteracted, but resulted in weakening the patient. This mistake was made by an attendant, an old gentleman, Wm. B. Wiggins, who was greatly distressed by reason of his unintentional carelessness. Mr. Wiggins being an earnest friend and admirer of Mr. Fowler. It was claimed at the trial of Thompson, later, that this mistake aided in producing the death, and was set up as a part of the defense. Mr. Wiggins was deeply pained over his mistake, and at the trial as a witness, he was subjected to a very bitter attack by the attorneys for the defense, especially Captain R. F. Dennis, in argument to the jury, the character of which will be well remembered at the time by those who heard it, and a part of which is of a nature not to be preserved in print, which language was regretted by Captain Dennis in cooler moments.

A coroner's jury was held after the death of Mr. Fowler, and Mr. Thompson was charged with his murder, and indicted and tried. The feeling of a very large portion of the county was much aroused against him , the prominence and connections of the parties naturally made strong partisans. Bail in the penalty of $25,000.00 was granted by Judge Holt, the circuit judge at the time, which was easily given, the bondsmen being C. L. Thompson, Col. J. G. Crockett and A. B. Perkins.

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At the first calling of the case, Judge Holt vacated the bench, and the hearing came on before Judge Frank Guthrie, of the Kanawha Circuit. A motion was made for a change of venue by the defendant, which was vigorously opposed by the State. Affidavits were filed by the accused to show that the prejudice of the people was so strong against him in the county that he could not get a fair and impartial trial; counter-affidavits were filed by the State to the contrary, but the court held that the case should be removed to another county for trial, which was accordingly done, and the case was removed to Lewisburg, the county seat of Greenbrier County, the place of the former residence of Mr. Thompson, and where a number of his relatives resided, who were prominent citizens in the community.

 

A great many witnesses were summoned for each side, some twenty or twenty-five, and great interest was manifested in the trial throughout this section. The defense claimed by Mr. Thompson was principally on the grounds of self-defense, threats by the deceased against Thompson being proven, the principals in the tragedy having been on unfriendly terms for a number of years, and not having spoken for some four or five years.

At the trial the State was represented by Hon. John W. Arbuckle, of Lewisburg, appointed by the court to prosecute, as the prosecuting attorney of that county. Mr. John A. Preston was a relative of Mr. Thompson and had been engaged for his defense after the removal of the case to that county. Gen. Frank P. Blair, of Wytheville, Va., who had been a former attorney-general of that commonwealth, and James H. Miller, the then prosecuting attorney of Summers County.

The defendant was ably represented by United States Senator John E. Kenna, Gen. J. W. St. Clair, of Fayetteville; Col. James M. French, of Princeton; Col. J. W. Davis, Capt. R. F. Dennis, Hon. John A. Preston and Capt. A. F. Mathews, of Lewisburg, one of the ablest array of attorneys that ever defended any man in this State or in any other State.

There were two trials. The first occupied two weeks, resulting in a hung jury. A second trial was afterward had and occupied a similar length of time, which resulted in the acquittal of Mr. Thompson, the jury being out only a few minutes. Mr. Arbuckle occupied in his argument for the State two hours and a half: Gen. Blair, five hours at the first trial. The attorneys arguing the case for the defendant were Senator Kenna, Captain Dennis, Colonel Davis, General St. Clair, Colonel French and Mr. Preston. Jas. H. Miller did not argue the case, being a witness examined for the State.

Mr. Thompson was crippled in one limb from a natural deformity, from which he had suffered all his life. Mr. Fowler weighed about 140 pounds, had been badly crippled in the capital disaster at Richmond, Virginia, at the time of that catastrophe, by having one leg shattered and his scalp torn off. This was about the year 1870. 

Mr. Thompson continued to reside in Hinton until about the year 1903 or 1904, when he located at Beckley for the practice of his profession, but soon afterward died at his father's residence in Huntington, West Virginia.

Mr. Fowler was a most excellent and enterprising citizen, and at the time of his death was engaged in a number of enterprises for the development of this region of his State, one of which was for a construction of a branch of the Norfolk & Western Railway from the mouth of East River, in Giles County, down New River to Hinton, for which a large part of the right of way had been secured and paid for. He was a promoter of the New River Rail road and Mining Company, and proposed a railroad up New River. These enterprises lapsed after his death. He was one of the promoters of the Hinton Steamboat Company, which proposed to navigate New River from Hinton east.

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The Chesapeake & Ohio Railroad Company had become very antagonistic to him, and in his last race for prosecuting attorney fought him at the polls, and did its utmost to encompass his de feat, by reason of his independence of corporate influence and faithfulness to his constituents, and to the great mass of the common people. This antagonism also grew out of the fact that Mr. Fowler had been largely instrumental in compelling the arching of the Big Ben Tunnel, near Talcott. When first constructed, this tunnel was arched with wooden timber, which after a few years became decayed and began to fall in and endanger the lives of passengers and employees. A short time before he retired from the office of prosecuting attorney a crew on a freight train had been caught in the tunnel by falling rotten timbers from the arch, and a number killed and crippled. Fowler as prosecuting attorney had a coroner's inquest held, the tunnel condemned and the railroad company held responsible. Soon after this the arching of this great tunnel was begun, and continued for a number of years until completed. and to Mr. Elbert Fowler is due the honor of changing that hole from a death-trap into safety.

As a prosecutor he was vigorous and determined. He was a man of high and honest aspirations and instinct, a true and loyal friend, an excellent and faithful lawyer, and an open enemy. His great misfortune was that of a violent temper and strong prejudices. His death was a great loss and most keenly felt, not only by the public, the county and State, but personally by the author of this book, who had enjoyed his friendship and assistance at a time when it was most valuable, and it is with pleasure an honor and a duty for him to pay some tribute to his character and man hood.

On the 28th of November, 1878, he married a Miss Bailey, of Griffin. Georgia, and left surviving him two boys, Elbert and Bailey, who are now grown men, but have never made this State their residence, being reared in the State of Georgia, at their mother's home. Just before his death Mr. Fowler executed his last will and testament, which is a matter of record in the clerk's office of this county. He made a dying statement. At the trial Mr. Thompson did not take the stand as a witness in his own behalf.

Sleep on, brave soldier,                                                                           

in the endless battle of man !                                                                 

If immortality be the crown of lofty aims and noble work,                                                                  Then thou hast immortality.

That the killing of Mr. Fowler was in cold blood is borne out by his slayer, who told to a number of people from his own lips that he shot Fowler to kill him, and detailed his actions and the manner of the killing, saying that he "shot too high the first time, and the second shot he aimed at his heart; but that his crutch slipped and he hit him in the leg." It was a killing without legal justification.  

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Last will and testament of Elbert Fowler:

     I, Elbert Fowler, desire that all my just debts be promptly paid as possible, and first among my debts I desire that a debt I owe to my sister, Mrs. A. L. Pearis. be paid, and to that end I direct that my executrix shall sell at public or private sale, as she may deem proper, both my personal and real estate.

     I bequeath to my beloved wife, Mrs. Mary Bailey Fowler, all my real estate and personal, wherever located, whether in the State of West Virginia or Virginia: some mineral lands in the counties of Pulaski and Montgomery, Virginia. I desire that my wife shall associate with her in

the settlement of my estate James D. Johnson, a lawyer and my brother-in-law, in the county of Giles, Virginia.

     I desire that the executrix of my estate shall give no bond as such executrix.

     I desire that J. H. Miller, my law partner, shall close up any business of mine that he has in hands, and that he shall give no bond. In testimony whereof I here set my hand, this March 22, 1885.

ELBERT FOWLER.

Witnesses :                                                                                                                                       J. C. McDonald                                                                                                                                 W.F. McClung                                                                                                                                     A.G. Flanagan                                                                                                                                  Jas. H. Miller    ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

To His Excellency Andrew Johnson                                                                                                  President of the United States

   Your petitioner Elbert Fowler residing in the County of Washington, State of Virginia, a College Student, aged twenty one years would respectfully represent: that before the War he was a Student at College, holding no Office; that he has been for three years in the Military Service of the rebel Government, first as a private in Artillery, Afterward as Second Lieutenant of Cavalry in Gen Wm E. Jones command, in all above three years.

   Petitioner would further represent; that he is excluded from the Amnesty provided by Your Excellency in Proclamation of May 29, 1865, by the first exception thereto having been Post Master, for about four months at Mouth of Indian Va. when at the age of 17.

Petitioner is well disposed to the government of the United States and will give in a cordial support, he has taken the Amnesty Oath and herewith files the certificate.  He prays that your Excellency would grant him a Special pardon.                                                                                  ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………    

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Source:                                                                                                                                https://scv.org/2021/04/30/elbert-fowler/

Elbert Fowler served in the cavalry during the Civil War. He was captured at Moorefield, Virginia in September 1864, imprisoned at Camp Chase, Ohio for nine months until after the surrender. He was a prominent lawyer of Hinton, Summers Co., West Virginia and also an Editor of The Bristol News of Bristol, Virginia and Tennessee and a paper called the Border Watchman.

Mr. E. Fowler of the Border Watchman has also been on a visit to his friends here, looking none the worse for his Editorial labors. (Pearisburg Gazette, 27 April 1872 )

On 27 April 1870, the Supreme Court of Virginia was about to render a decision on the constitutionality of the election of Richmond’s mayor, H. K. Ellyson. The verdict, causing great interest, drew such a large crowd that the overcrowded second floor of the supreme court in the capitol building crashed down atop those below, killing fifty people and wounding several others. Mr. Fowler of the Bristol News was reported as among the injured.

On Friday, the 15th day of July, 1870, an article written by Elbert Fowler editor of The Bristol News appeared in the paper. The article apparently reflected severely on the character of Col. John N. Clarkson of Virginia. It is reported that Col Clarkson and his friend Mr. R. W. Hughes, boarded the train and arrived in Bristol the following day, waited for Fowler, and demanded a retraction which was refused. After the refusal, Clarkson challenged Fowler to a duel which was also refused on religious grounds. Clarkson then responded by informing Fowler of his intention to post him which he did. Posting apparently meant to publish an account in the newspaper in an attempt to publicly humiliate him.

On 26 July 1870, The Petersburg Index published the personal correspondence between Elbert Fowler and Col. John N. Clarkson.

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“The following correspondence is published in the Bristol News of Friday:

Sir – My friend Col. R. W. Hughes will confer with you on the subject of your insulting allusions to me, in your paper of this date, and is authorized to act for me in the affair. Respectfully, Jno N. Clarkson July 15, 1870. To Mr. Fowler

Bristol, Tenn., July 15, 1870.

Col. Jno. N. Clarkson – Your note of this date has been handed me by Col. R. W. Hughes, and in reply I have to request you to state for which of the Fowlers it was intended, and state the objectionable language referred to, with your desire in regard to the same. This note will be handed you by my friend, M. E. Blackley, to whom you can deliver your reply.

Respectfully, Elbert Fowler

July 15th, 1870.

Sir – Your note of this date has been handed me by your friend Mr. M L Blackley.

In reply to your first question: To ‘which of the Fowlers my note was addressed?’ I answer that it was to the one who is responsible for the article in the News, to which I alluded. My answer to your second question is: That the entire article is offensive in its allusion to me. My reply to your last question is: That I require that reparation due under such circumstances, so well understood by all. Jno. N. Clarkson

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Bristol, Tennessee, July 15th, 9 P.M., 1870

Col. Jno. N. Clarkson – In reply to your second note I will say that I am responsible for the article in the Bristol News of this morning, which you decline to quote, but to which you refer. I have no apology to render.

Respectfully, Elbert Fowler

July 16, 1870.

Sir, – Your note of last night declining any other reparation for your wanton insult, leaves me no other alternative than to ask a meeting; for which my friend Colonel Hughes is authorized to arrange. Respectfully, Jno N. Clarkson

Mr. Elbert Fowler

Bristol, Tenn., July 16th, 1870.

Col. Jno. N. Clarkson – Your note of this date has been handed to me. The laws of my State, my Church and my God, and my respect for civilization forbid me granting you the preposed meeting. I will be found at my office on Main street, daily, from 10 o’clock A.M., until 5 o’clock P.M.

Respectfully, Elbert Fowler

In connection with the above the Bristol News contains a long card from Mr. Fowler, in which it is stated that Mr. F, after the reception of the last note from Clarkson, walked to the vicinity of the hotel where Clarkson was staying, and stopped within a few feet of the latter, giving him ample opportunity to take redress for any insult which Fowler might have given him. And further, while Fowler was in this position, Clarkson’s attention was called to him by his second, Col. Hughes. But Clarkson, charging him with crimes which rendered him amenable to the severest penalties of the law, and whose punishment he evaded in a manner peculiarly dishonorable.”

It is interesting to read of the methods and wording of the communication between the two men and the allusions to a duel. Although the posting of this correspondence was meant to bestow dishonor upon Fowler, it was ultimately used to disqualify Clarkson as a gubernatorial candidate for the State of Virginia in 1873.  

Editor’s Note:  “Wildwood” was another name for “Indian”.  The latter is much more often used.  Elbert Fowler the, father of Fleming, was killed on Main Street, Hinton, West Virginia -  Shot by a disgruntled citizen over an unfavorable newspaper article – written by Elbert.                                 ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

The Morning News.                                                                                                                          Savannah, Georgia                                                                                                                           Tue., April 15, 1890.

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THROWN FROM A BUGGY.

Mrs. J. Bailey and two children hurt at Griffin.

Griffin, April 14 - Yesterday afternoon, as Mrs. D. J. Bailey, accompanied by her grandchildren, Bailey and Elbert Fowler, neared her home after a drive, her horse became unmanageable and struck the buggy against a tree, throwing the occupants out and doing serious damage. Mrs. Bailey, it is feared, has her hip dislocated and Mr. Bailey Fowler has a fractured leg. Today the injured are resting easy, but the family are apprehensive of serious results. Mrs. Bailey is the wife of ex-Congressman David J. Bailey and the mother of Col. Seaton Grantland and Fleming and David Bailey. They have scores of friends and relatives in Savannah.

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Children:

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1.  Fleming Bailey Fowler                                                                                                                  2.  Elbert Fowler Jr

8.1. Fleming Bailey Fowler                                                                                                       BIRTH 9 SEP 1879 • Griffin, Spalding County, Georgia                                                                  Married:  30 Jun 1922 • Manhattan, New York 

Jean Baxter Watson                                                                                                                    BIRTH 19 SEP 1889 • Pennsylvania                                                                                                DEATH 21 NOV 1984 • Baltimore, Baltimore City, Maryland 

Daughter of Charles J Watson and Frances E. Weir                                                                          ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

The Atlanta Constitution                                                                                                                   Tue. Jun 18, 1910                                                                                                                             Page 5

                                                      WILL OPEN MILLS FEB. 1                                                                 Strike at Hartwell Closed Mills Up Some Months Ago.

Hartwell, Ga.,  January 17 -  (Special)  Fleming Bailey Fowler, The new owner of the Cotton Mills at which Asa G. Candler Sr. and his son Asa G. Candler, Jr. passed ownership to the new owners is in Hartwell, the guest of Hon. Julian McCurry. Irving B. Tiedamen, a prominent commission man of New York is also in Hartwell, having met Mr. Fowler here by appointment. He is with Mr. McCurry also.

Mr. Fowler is enthusiastic over the prospects and will commence to run the mills by February first. The mill has been shut down since July when a strike caused the closing of the doors being unable to get it reconciled. The new mill will be organized under the name of the Beaverdam Manufacturing Company. In addition to Mr. Fowler, who comes to Hartwell as a citizen, will be Mr. and Mrs. John M. Wright. Mr. Wright will have charge of the office force.

Editor’s Note:  Asa G. Candler was a mayor of Atlanta and the owner of Coca-Cola

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The Baltimore Sun.                                                                                                                           Tue. Feb. 5, 1924                                                                                                                             Page 17

                                                 Refrigerating Company Chartered.

A new corporation to be known as the Fowler Refrigerating Machine Corporation with head offices in the Munsey Building, had been granted a charter upon the application of F.B. Ober R.L. Slingluff and R.W. Williams as incorporators. The company is to have an authorized capitalization of 50,000 shares of 8% cumulative preferred stock of $10 par value and 25,000 shares of no-par common stock, all of which is to be issued.

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The officers of the company are Fleming B. Fowler, chairman of the board; William E Schaefer President; Elbert Fowler, vice-president and Herbert W. Schaefer, secretary and treasurer. The Board of Directors is composed of the above-mentioned officers together with Harry N. Abercrombie of France, McClanahan & Rouser, Stewart S. Janney of Janney, Ober, Slingluff & Williams and Allen W. Mason, vice-president of the Baltimore Trust Company. The company will engage in the manufacture and sale of a popular-priced domestic refrigerating machine.

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The Baltimore Sun                                                                                                                            Sat. Sep. 10th, 1938.                                                                                                                      Page 15

                                                             Fleming, Bailey. Fowler. 

Fleming. Bailey Fowler. An officer in the 35th Division of the American Expeditionary Forces, died yesterday at his home. 2708 North Calvert Street. Yesterday was his 59th birthday. Born in Griffin, Georgia, Mr. Fowler received his preparatory education at private schools in Virginia and at schools in Germany. He was graduated from the University of Georgia. Funeral services will be held Monday at 10 a.m. from a funeral home. 1500 Block Eutaw Place. Burial will be in the Arlington National Cemetery. Arlington, Virginia. A resident of Baltimore for several years, Mr. Fowler, is survived by his widow, Mrs. Jean B. Fowler, and a brother, Elbert Fowler of Cleveland, Ohio.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………2609 Maryland Avenue,                                                                                                                    Baltimore, Maryland,                                                                                                                      January 22nd, 1935.

 

Mayor D. W. Mason                                                                                                                          Pearisburg, Va.

 

Dear sir.

In order that I might properly write you, I requested your postmaster to send me the name of the mayor of Pearisburg and I am sending attached the memo he mailed me. As you will note, the name is rather difficult to read, but it is D.W. Mason, I think, And I am so addressing this letter.

I am in receipt of a request from a party in San Francisco regarding our branch of the Fowler family for a record being compiled in California concerning the whole Fowler family. The letter requests that I send such family data and genealogy as I have or can obtain covering the branch of the family represented by my father, the late Elbert Fowler, whose home was at Wildwood on New River near Hinton, W. Va. He was for years Commonwealth Attorney for the county of which Hinton is the county seat. Summers, I think, for the Norfolk and Western Railway and Pocahontas coal mines. He married my mother who was Miss Mary Susan Bailey of Griffin, Georgia on November 20th, 1878 and died in 1885 when I was between 4 and 5 years of age. My brother Elbert II but a few months old. My brother and I were raised in Griffin, Georgia, the birthplace of my mother.

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Father had two brothers, Hon. Isaac Chapman Fowler, for several years clerk of the US court at Abingdon, Virginia. And Dr. Allen Fowler of Salt Lake City, Utah. His sister, my aunt S. Amanda Fowler, married Robert A. Pearis of Pearisburg, Va., January 1st, 1856, and Mary A. Fowler married James D. Johnston on November 13th, 1855. Uncle Allen Fowler died a bachelor in Salt Lake City, Utah, May 7th, 1902. Uncle Isaac Chapman Fowler of Abingdon, Virginia, had two daughters, I understand whose names I do not remember. Aunt Amanda Parris had two children, Louise and Fowler Pearis. What children Mary. A Fowler, (Mrs. James D. Johnston) had I do not know.

Before volunteering and entering the officer's training camp at Fort Benjamin Harrison, Ind, to become afterward an officer in the US Army and serve overseas in the A.E.F. in France. I went to Pearisburg, Va. and met Dr. Harvey Johnston and his delightful wife Myra, later visiting father's old home place, Wildwood, W. Va, near Hinton, W. Va.

Several weeks ago I wrote Dr. Harvey Johnston addressing the letter to Pearisburg Va. and asked him to kindly send me the following information. But I have never received an answer. I do not know whether he and his wife are still living or have moved from Pearisburg. Will you kindly pass this letter on to the closest living relative of Mrs. James D. Johnston or Robert A. Pearis or to the person you think best able to give me further information on my relatives? It may be that some of the information contained in this letter will be of interest to them and I will greatly appreciate your sending me as much as possible of the following information:

What children did Uncle Isaac Chapman. Fowler. Abingdon. Va. Leave?                                        What were their single and married names?                                                                                  When were they born? If dead, their date of death.                                                                        If living, present names and addresses.                                                                                          When did Uncle Chapman, Aunt Kizzy die?

The same question also regarding Aunt Amanda Fowler, Mrs. Robert Pearis and aunt Mary A. Fowler, (Mrs. James D Johnston.)

My father had but two children, myself and younger brother Elbert Fowler II. I married Miss Jean B. Watson of Flemington, New Jersey. June 30, 1922 and have for several years been engaged in business in Baltimore. We have no children. Elbert married Miss Marie D. Lavender of Baltimore, September 15th, 1923. And they have one son, Elbert Fowler III. Elbert is a mechanical engineer and with his family now live in Lorain, Ohio.

I would deeply appreciate your assistance in getting in touch with my relatives and thank you in advance for any assistance you may render.

The “Annals of the Fowler Family” in the Congressional Library of Washington gives some very interesting history of our branch of the Fowler family but does not bring the records down far enough.

I am enclosing itself address stamped envelope with a request that you kindly advise me if you can be of assistance in this matter.

Again, thanking you I am                                                                                                                   Yours truly,                                                                                                                               Fleming. Bailey Fowler

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8.2 Capt. Elbert Fowler Jr.                                                                                                         BIRTH 22 JUL 1884 • Griffin, Spalding County, Georgia

DEATH 22 SEP 1955                                                                                                                        Married:                                                                                                                                             PFC Marie D. Lavender                                                                                                              BIRTH 16 SEP 1894 • Maryland                                                                                                       DEATH 12 APR 1964 • Baltimore, Baltimore City, Maryland  

 

CAPT. Elbert Fowler was born on 22 July 1884, in Griffin, Pike, Georgia, United States, his father, Elbert Fowler, was 40 and his mother, Mary Susan Bailey, was 31. He had at least 1 son with PFC Marie D Lavender. He lived in Monroe Township, Miami, Ohio, United States in 1930. He registered for military service in 1919. He died on 22 September 1955, at the age of 71, and was buried in Baltimore, Baltimore, Maryland, United States.                                                                      ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

The Atlanta Constitution

Sun. Mar. 29th, 1896.

Page 603

An electrical genius. Remarkable achievement of an 11-year-old boy. Little Elbert Fowler of Griffin, Georgia is an electrical genius. When a boy 11 years old, conquers the mysteries of electricity, a feat which the gray hairs of years sometimes fail to do. He is indeed a genius. When Elbert Fowler was a baby, he crawled on the floor. The electric bells in his home were his playthings. When 11 years old, he was assisting and giving pointers to experienced electricians.

Besides being an electrical genius, he is an inventor of electrical apparatus. He has two inventions and the patent office at Washington. One of a switch for cutting out electrical current and the other an electrical burglar alarm. When only eight years old, he frequently was missed from home and was generally found at the Griffin Electric Light Company's plant. About half a mile from the city. Within the last two years, his interest in electricity has almost become a mania. He spends all of his hours out of school and his little workshop. This little shop is filled with old wires, batteries, carbon and everything used in his work. All these he picked up around the electric plant and has only a few things that come direct from the store.

From the materials out of his little workshop. The silent electric bells succumb and again peal for their silvery note. When but eight years old, he assisted the electricians at his home. They were putting in electric bells and Albert did all the work of placing the wires under the house, which was too low for the older electricians to go under. They had perfect confidence in his ability and their confidence was not misplaced. Albert is given all the work of fixing the Broken Bells or putting in new ones by his neighbors and he proves to be an expert. Since Christmas, he had put in three different electrical bell lines.

The telephone is one of his late hobbies. Last year he took the telephones. He had just completed an electrical bell line running from his mother's room to that of the servant some 300 yards distant. telephone in his home to pieces, much to the dismay of his mother and then surprised her by putting it together again in perfect order. His end sentence for cutting out electrical currents that is now at Washington was the outcome of his investigation of the telephone within the last few months. He had put up several long-distance telephones. He had just completed an electrical bell line running from his mother's room to that of the servant some 300 yards distant.

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Elbert is now working on a telegraph line to run from his workshop to the house. He has the wires all up and says he is going to make a telegraph instrument to use on the line. He understands telegraph and will use his wires to send messages to his brother in the house to whom he is going to teach the telegraph alphabet.

He visited the Atlanta Exposition and while there spent most of his time in the electrical building. The Midway had no attractions for him while the electricity building was open. He astounded the electricians who were in charge of the exhibits by his knowledge of electricity. Nearly all of them were interested in the 11-year-old youngster, and he left the exposition with a great deal more knowledge of electricity than when he came.

As soon as Elbert finishes grammar school, he will enter Cornell University, where he will take a special course in electricity. Elbert Fowler is certainly a wonder. He has more to his credit at 11 than a number of prominent electricians of today about 40. Electricity is his line, but he is a mechanical genius. With these two rare accomplishments, the world can expect much from him in the future.                                                                                                                                       L. L Harris, Athens, Georgia.

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The Atlanta Constitution.                                                                                                                  Sun.  Sep. 2, 1917.                                                                                                                          Page 7  

              

Mrs. Fleming G. Bailey entertained Tuesday at a family dinner in honor of her guest, Lieutenant Elbert Fowler, USA, who is leaving that afternoon for Washington DC. Completing the party were Mr. and Mrs. David J. Bailey, Mrs. Augusta P Hill, Miss Laura Bailey, Nathaniel and Seaton G. Bailey.

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The Macon News                                                                                                                             Sat. Jun 23, 1906.                                                                                                                             Page 7

KEPT WIRES HOT HOURS TO GET “EXAM” FIGURES

Special to the Macon News. Atlanta, June 23 - For seven hours yesterday, Elbert Fowler, a member of the graduating class of the tech, kept the wires hot between Atlanta and various points in Wisconsin and Iowa trying to reach Professor Ford, who had left Atlanta without leaving word where young Fowler’s examination papers could be found and which were ordinarily necessary in order for the young man to secure the degree which he had been striving for since he entered the great technological school. Professor Ford could not be found, but Fowler secured his degree. The school authorities, knowing distinctly that he was entitled to his diploma.

From early yesterday morning to late yesterday afternoon. Fowler haunted the office of the President of Tech. and nervously watched for the approach of every creature that had the faintest resemblance to a messenger boy.

“I want that diploma and I must have it”, explained the young man “And if ever I get hold of it, I will clutch it with both hands until I can put it in a strong box”.

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The Baltimore Sun                                                                                                                             Tuesday, April 14, 1964                                                                                                                                                          

FOWLER                                                                                                                                          On April 13th, 1964, Marie (nee Lavender) of 101 West Monument Street, the beloved wife of the late Elbert Fowler. Funeral services will be held at the William Cook Funeral Home on Saint Paul and Preston Streets on Wednesday, April 15th at 11 a.m. Interment in Baltimore National Cemetery. Friends may call on Monday, 7 to 9 p.m. and Tuesday 2 to 5 and 7 to 9 p.m.

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8.2.1. Elbert Fowler III                                                                                                     BIRTH 30 OCT 1924 • Baltimore City, Maryland  

DEATH 21 APR 2004 • Astoria, Clatsop, Oregon                                                                  No record of marriage                                                                                                             SM3 US NAVY, WORLD WAR II

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