Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, August 18, 1841
Died: In this town [Greene, Chenango Co., NY], on the 9th inst., Capt. John King, a Soldier of the Revolution, aged 89 years.
Died: In Plymouth [Chenango Co., NY], n the 12th inst., of Consumption, Mr. Socrates Brooks, aged 53 years.
Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, September 1, 1841
Married: In Fairfield, Herkimer co. [NY], on the 26th ult. by the Rev. Albert D. Peck, Bartlett H. Mills, Junior Editor of the Susquehanna Register, Montrose, Pa. to Miss Delia Halsey, of the former place.
Married: At the Eagle Tavern, in this village [Greene, Chenango Co., NY], on Sunday, the 29th ult., by the Rev. L.A. Barrows, Mr. Hiram Johnson of Oxford [Chenango Co., NY], to Miss Lucy Ann Eggleston, of Pharsalia [Chenango Co., NY].
Died: On the 13th ult. in Westfield, Chautauqua co. N.Y. Joseph Collins, Esq. of Smyrna, Chenango Co [NY] of bilious fever, aged 69 years. He was on his return from Michigan, where he had been to visit a son Having arrived at Westfield, he was attacked with the above complaint, and died after an illness of eight days. Mr. Collins was one of the earliest settlers of this county, and by his energy of character, as well as his benevolence and firm regard to truth, had gained to himself a high reputation. In his death his family, the church and the community, have sustained an irreparable loss.
Chenango Telegraph, September 18, 1841
Married: In Homer, Cortland county [NY] on Monday evening inst. by the Rev. L.A. Barrows, of this village [Greene, Chenango Co., NY], Mr. N. Pellet, Editor of the Chenango Telegraph to Miss Malvinia [Bowen], daughter of Mr. Ira Bowen of the former place.
Married: In Truxton, Cortland Co. [NY], on the 25th ult. by the Rev. John M. Lewis, Mr. Edward Miller to Miss Emily W. Sharp?.
Married: In S...herville, Ohio, on the 19th ult. by the Rev. G.H. Connigo, Mr. Abraham I. Per Lee of this town [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY] to Miss Margaretta Willson, daughter of Judge James Willson of the former place.
Married: In this village [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY], on Wednesday evening, the 1st inst. by the Rev. V.M. Corvell, Mr. Henry Willcox of Erwin, Steuben Co. to Miss Eliza Bosworth of this village.
Married: In this town [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY], on Wednesday, the 1st inst. by the Rev. L. Howard, Mr. Lemuel Wells, to Miss Esther French of this town.
Married: In Plymouth [Chenango Co., NY], on the 24th ult. by N.J. Murdock Esq., Mr. Horace Barr to Miss Harriet Holden, both of Smyrna [Chenango Co., NY].
Married: In Norwich [Chenango co., NY], on the 5th inst., by the Rev. J. S...,, Mr. Alva Owen of New Berlin [Chenango Co., NY] to Miss Mary Ann Jaycox? of the same place.
Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, September 15, 1841
Married: In Walton, Delaware Co. [NY], on the 8th inst. by the Rev. Archibald Barnett, Mr. Charles B. Smith, merchant, of this village [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY], to Miss Jane Bassett, daughter of the Rev. Archibald Bassett, of the former place.
Married: In New Berlin [Chenango Co., NY], on Sunday, the 12th inst., by the Rev. H. Kelsey, of Pittsfield, Otsego Co. [NY], Mr. Charles Goodrich of this town to Miss Fanny A. [Nichols] daughter of Dea. C.C. Nichols, of the former place.
Died: In Guilford [Chenango Co., NY], on the 3d inst., Mrs. Lucinda Place, wife of Mr. foster C. Place, aged 26 years.
Died: In this village [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY], on the 8th inst. Mrs. Caroline Woodworth, wife of Mr. Azel Woodworth, aged 32 years.
Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, September 22, 1841
Married: In this town [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY], on Tuesday evening, the 14th inst. by the Rev. J. Sessions, Mr. Arnold Wait to Miss Mary L Hopkins, daughter of Frederick Hopkins Esq., all of this town.
Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, September 29, 1841
Married: In this town [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY], on the 23d inst. by the Rev. I. Howard, Mr. Samuel H. Pike to Miss Lucy Hall, daughter of Thomas Hall Esq., all of this town.
Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, May 29, 1861
Married: CHASE - HOPKINS: In West Eaton, Madison Co. [NY], on the 15th? inst. by Rev. S.N. Westcott, Samuel S. Chase of Madison [Madison Co., NY], to Miss Emarilla K. Hopkins of the former place.
Died: ADAMS: At Fabius, Onondaga County [NY], on the 24th? inst., Franklin Adams, aged 31? years and 10 months
Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, May 29, 1861
Southern Sufferings
The Dubuque Times gives an account of the narrow escape made by a gentleman now in Dubuque. He was engaged in the -?- business in Augusta, Georgia. He was suspected by the Georgians of having been an Abolitionist when he lived in Iowa and a mob surrounded his house and threatened him with violence. He says:
"Myself and son-in-law stood all that night at the head of the first flight of stairs in my house, with fire arms and axes, resolved to sell our lives as dearly as possible, should the miscreants break in. My brave wife knew no fear, and would not leave my side although I admonished her to do so. She seemed moved to desperation by our common danger, and ready to flee and sacrifice her life, if necessary, in defense of our home. The people were pacified at last when they found us too resolute to be imposed upon, and after a short time, I was allowed to pursue my business as usual. Although I satisfied them, apparently, that I did not entertain principles repugnant to their peculiar views and convinced them that the information they had received was a tirade of falsehoods."
He finally sent his family North secretly, and was obliged to enlist in the Confederate army. One day he determined to escape, and so left his store with goods worth $9,000 and all his furniture in his house As he left on the cars, he witnessed the following incident:
"The committee went through the cars after the passengers were seated, and closely questioned and scrutinized every individual. In one car they found an old man who answered to the description of a man who had been tarred and feathered at Savannah and shipped off. Appended to a dispatch, describing him, was this Christian injunction, "If you catch him, give him hell."
One of the ruffians lifted his grey locks and saw the tar still adhering to his brow, where he had been unable to remove it. He fairly yelled with delight "Here's the old devil! We've got him" &c. &c. They howled and then dragged him from the car to the platform outside, although they did not know what he had done amiss.
"Gentlemen" said the aged man, respectfully, "I am an old man and do not know that I ever did any man wrong. All I ask is for the privilege of getting home to my family. I beg that you will release me."
They laughed his entreaties to scorn, and bore him away in the dark, screaming and yelling like demons, doubtless to torture him as they have so many before him. During all this time I lay within a dozen feet of some of the party, expecting every moment I would be discovered by some unlucky fiend. It is well for him and me he did not, for that moment would have been the signal for his death. I would have shot as many as I could and died dearly.
At last the train moved out of the depot slowly around a curve, and when it was out of range of the depot lamp, I dropped from my perch and clambered upon the rear platform of the car. Going into the car I sat down in the darkest corner, and drew my hat over my face in order to escape recognition.
By feigning sleep, I escaped the attention and remarks of my townsmen, many of whom were on board of the train until morning, when we reached Atlanta some two hundred miles from Augusta.
When it became light he pretended to those who knew him that he was trying to buy provisions, which he was dealing in, and so continued to come hither and father North, not finding a market, until finally he and several companions got into Indiana on their way to Cincinnati, When just before the train was to start, an old man arose and made this remark:
"Gentlemen, I don't know how you all feel, but I thank God I am on free soil once more." Oh, you should have heard the shout that then went up. Every one of us had been fleeing from the Southern traitors and dared not avow it to each other. We all got out of the cars again upon the platform and there refreshed our throats for once with three loud cheers for freedom.
Chenango American, Greene, NY, June 6, 1861
We have been allowed to make extracts from a letter from Harry Hallenbeck, formerly a resident of this village [Greene, Chenango Co., NY] to his friends here. He has been engaged in the Piano Forte business in Tennessee, for nearly a year. His letter will interest his old friends, besides being of interest to the general reader.
Tell the people that I am not there yet and don't know that I ever shall be. Ever since before election there have been extensive war movements going on here, and for some time past there has been nothing else thought of. From morn till night, and far into the night, not even "Sundays excepted," you hear the thump of the old bass drum (which is all the martial music they have) the steady tramp of soldiers, and all the preparations for a bloody conflict. Nearly every man except myself has joined some company, the older ones joining the Home Guards. I have not been molested yet, but I learned yesterday that I am threatened with personal violence. Not only here but elsewhere all sorts of things are said against us. It is not enough that one remains quiet and neither says nor does anything wrong; every Northerner is suspected, and is liable to mob violence at any time. I have been very cautious over my every word and action, and yet I feel not at all safe here, nor do I think an attempt to leave would be any better. A man left here yesterday, and strong threats were made to pursue and bring him back. They say he came here and made his money, and now runs off to fight against them. He was a mechanic and went away with only $60.00. Could i get away with only half I came with I would be satisfied. But if they went to hang me, let them come on. I have no means of self defense, and don't know as I should use them if I had. I have lived out the best part of my life and they can't shorten it much. We often hear of people being sent from Arkansas, some with their heads shaved, and of one boxed up and sent to Memphis directed to a committee there. I wonder how I have escaped. The prayer for the President is omitted and one for the success of the soldiers going to battle for their rights against the infamous hordes of the North, takes its place. Our business is used up and last week we sold our horses for $125 less than they cost, on tick at that. We are out of money, out of business; lots of property scattered, and nobody will pay; somebody must lose, no mistake. I don't mingle at all with the people, but stay quietly indoors most of the time. A queer state of affairs truly, and what is to be the finale no one knoweth. The voting which is expected to take the State out of the union, comes off on the 8th of June. An exciting time is expected, as every Union man is looked upon as an Abolitionist, or only one step removed. The late news from Washington puts a slight damper on some of the more thinking ones; still we intend to whip out you scalawags up there, take Washington and several small towns, New York among the rest.
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