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Herschel Bartlett. For half a century no name has been more honorably identified with business and civic affairs in St. Joseph than that of Bartlett Brothers Investment & Loan Company, with offices at 815 Felix Street, and of which Herschel Bartlett is president. It is the oldest established and best known general real estate and loan firm in the city. Thousands of citizens, otherwise unfamiliar with the business activities of the Bartlett’s, have enjoyed with the gratitude of free use, the liberality of this family, in what is known as Bartlett's Park, now one of the beauty spots of the southeastern section of the city, and comprising twenty acres of land bounded by Sacramento Street on the north, and Monterey Street on the south, Thirty-second Street on the east and Thirtieth Street on the west. This land was donated by Herschel Bartlett and by the estates of his two deceased brothers on March 23, 1908, and the park was dedicated by the city of St. Joseph on May 7, 1908.
Herschel Bartlett was born in Washington Township, Ripley County, Indiana, November 23, 1841, a son of David and Phoebe (Ellsworth) Bartlett. It is one of the old American families. Josiah Bartlett, grandfather of Herschel, was born in Connecticut, belonged to one of the Colonial New England families, moved to New York, and from there to Hamilton County, Ohio, where his death occurred when he was eighty years of age. David Bartlett, a son of Josiah, was born in Connecticut, March 9, 1808. Reared on a farm and learning the trade of tanner and currier, he was early trained for a business which he followed during the greater part of his life. In the early part of the century, many farmers were tanners, and a tannery was often a regular part of the equipment of a farm. About 1825, David Bartlett moved with his family to Hamilton County, Ohio, and soon afterwards engaged in the tanning business with his brother. Prior to 1841, he moved to Ripley County, Indiana, being led to settle there on account of the quantities of oak bark obtainable for use in the tanning industry.
In Ripley County, he continued to farm and operate a large tannery, also did shoe making, and manufactured harness. He was a man of enterprise, as these varied activities indicate, and while the operation of a large stock farm was the central industry, his tannery, harness and shoe shops were valuable subordinate industries. In 1852, in the hope of restoring his wife to health, David Bartlett went to California, and while a resident in that state for two years carried on a dairy business in Sacramento. In 1858, with his family, he removed to Atchison County, Missouri, and later to St. Joseph. A few years' residence in St. Joseph, were followed by his return to Atchison County, and his death occurred September 19, 1870. His body rests by the side of that of his wife, at New Haven, in Hamilton County, Ohio. David Bartlett married Phoebe Ellsworth, whose father was a native of Ireland. The children born of this marriage were: Virgil, deceased; Herschel; William H., who died September 19, 1904; David L., who died November 26, 1904; Lucy A., who died November 15, 1910, had married Albert Bartlett of St. Joseph.
Herschel Bartlett, the only survivor of the firm of Bartlett Brothers, lived with his parents until he was of age, and thus spent portions of his youth in Indiana, and in Atchison County, Missouri, and upwards of half a century has been closely identified with St. Joseph as a place of business and residence. His home from 1858 to 1862 was in the neighborhood of Tarkio, and in the latter year the entire family moved to St. Joseph. In this city Herschel Bartlett found employment in a local dry goods house, and soon afterwards became a distributing clerk in the local post office. As a boy he had been given educational opportunities better than those afforded to most young men of that time, and enjoyed the advantages of the public schools and also the college at College Springs, Iowa.
In 1866, Herschel Bartlett, in partnership with his brother William H., founded what is the oldest and has become the largest and most comprehensive real estate and loan business in St. Joseph. In 1874, they commenced negotiating loans for eastern parties, and their investment business has now become the leading feature of the concern. About the time the loan business was established, a third brother, David L., was taken into partnership, and in 1898, the Bartlett Brothers Investment and Loan Company was incorporated with Herschel as president, David L., as vice president, and William H., as secretary and treasurer. The firm has been instrumental in the development of St. Joseph in many ways, and the Bartlett enterprise is familiar to all citizens who are at all intelligent as to the leading activities of their community. A number of important additions have been opened by the Bartlett’s and have been developed under their initiative. Among these may be mentioned the Durfee & Bartlett Addition, the Goodlives Addition, the Bartlett Heights Addition, and several sections suburban to the city, and divided into five and ten acre tracts. Most conspicuous of all is what is known as the Bartlett Brothers Addition, comprising eighty acres of land, from which tract the donation of Bartlett Park was made.
Herschel Bartlett is an elder and trustee in the Westminster Presbyterian church. On September 23, 1881, he married Emily P. Nye, a daughter of James A. and Emily (Soule) Nye of St. Joseph. They have one son. Philip C. K. Bartlett, a graduate of Yale University with the Class of 1908. and now in business in the Bartlett Brothers Investment & Loan Company.
William H. Bartlett, the second in age of the three Bartlett Brothers, was born in 1846, and died September 19, 1904. He was associated with his brother Herschel throughout his entire business career, was held in high esteem, and his memory is still cherished in the city of St. Joseph. He married Cora Butts, who died without children, and his second wife was Miss Euphemia Nimmo, who became the mother of two children, as follows: William N. and Margaret B., David L. Bartlett, the youngest of the brothers, was born April 27, 1848, and several years after the establishment of the family home in St. Joseph, became connected with the railway mail service, and also in mercantile lines. When he was about twenty-four years of age, he joined his brothers in business and continued until his death, which occurred November 26, 1904. David Bartlett married Grace Graves, of Boston, Massachusetts, and there is one son, Latham Herschel Bartlett. David L. Bartlett is remembered by many because of his kindliness to those less fortunate than himself.
[A History of Northwest Missouri, Volume 2; edited by Walter Williams; Publ. 1918; Donated and Transcribed by Andrea Stawski Pack]


John L. Berry, cashier of the Farmers Bank at Agency, Missouri, is a native of the Blue Grass State, having been born fourteen miles west of Elizabethtown, Kentucky, March 9, 1855. He is descended from stanch English ancestry on both the paternal and maternal sides, and is the second in a family of eight sons and daughters born to William and Catherine (Lewis) Berry, who ended their days in Hardin County, Kentucky.
The Berry family came to America from the North of Ireland prior to the outbreak of the War of the Revolution, and located about fifteen miles south of Wilmington, Delaware. Maurice Berry, the grandfather of John L. Berry, was a lad of six years when he accompanied his parents from Ireland to the New World, and here his father was engaged in the manufacture of gunpowder, being probably the pioneer in the business in Delaware. The Berry’s originally emigrated from Scotland to the North of Ireland owing to persecution due to their interpretation of the Presbyterian creed of that day. Maurice Berry had grown to young manhood, and was married to Peggy Syms about the beginning of the Revolutionary war, and would have taken part in that great conflict for American freedom but for the fear of his young wife that he would lose his life. He therefore secured a substitute, in the person of his brother-in-law. Jackson Syms, who fought valiantly throughout the struggle. When the war had ended and the pioneers began to seek homes in the Ohio Valley, Maurice Berry with his young wife and her father, Thomas Syms, and her brothers, Jackson, William and Thomas, decided to brave the dangers incident to the overland trip through the wilderness to Fort DuQuesne, or Pittsburgh, and then proceed by flat-boat down the Ohio to the Great Falls, or to the present site of the City of Louisville, Kentucky. On arriving at Fort DuQuesne, they built a keel flat-boat, placed aboard their household effects, and armed with their trusty rifles they started on the voyage down the river. All went well until they had reached a point opposite the Indiana shore below Cincinnati, Ohio, when they were attacked by a band of Shawnee Indians on the warpath. After the first volley from the Indians, Maurice Berry suggested that they arrange cane poles to represent guns along the side of the boat next to the Indians. The ruse succeeded and the hostiles, believing the boat filled with armed men, made no further attempt to molest them.
In due time these sturdy pioneers landed on the Kentucky shore, just above the Great Falls, disposed of the flat-boat, which had served as a home and a conveyance for more than 1,000 miles, and prepared to enter the then unbroken wilderness in a southerly direction. Mr. Berry's great-grandfather, Thomas Syms, had brought a team of horses and a wagon, and into this was loaded the somewhat limited household equipment for the two families, the women and the children, and thus they began their journey southward. After traveling about forty miles through the dense forests, they came to a section of fine country, in what is now Washington County, Kentucky, and there decided to locate and make their future homes. Thomas Syms accordingly entered a large tract of land, while Maurice Berry entered a tract of 320 acres. Both ancestors developed good homes, but after Maurice Berry had resided there about twenty years, he disposed of his homestead owing to the trouble he had to keep the soil from washing, and bought a tract fourteen miles due west of Elizabethtown, in Hardin County, containing' 1,000 acres, more or less, although some years later, when the tract was surveyed, it was found to contain 1.320 acres. The only improvements on the tract consisted of a log house (which John L. Berry well remembers) and about twenty acres of cleared land.
It was into that rude home that Maurice Berry and his wife and eight children moved, and there the grandfather's death occurred February 2, 1858. He had at that time cleared up one of the finest plantations in Hardin County. Although Maurice Berry and Peggy Syms were married about the time of the outbreak of the Revolutionary war, their first child was born in Washington County, and all of their thirteen children were born in the Blue Grass State. Twelve of these thirteen children grew to maturity: Levi, John, Nellie, Alfred, Elizabeth, Theodosia, Matilda, Stephen, James, William, Margaret and Nancy. Each of the above named sons and daughters married and reared families with the exception of John.
William Berry was six years of age when he accompanied his parents to Hardin County, Kentucky, and was practically reared and educated there. When he grew up he purchased a part of the old homestead, and there he followed farming until the time of his death, which occurred November 10, 1892. He was twice married, his first wife being Catherine Lewis, the daughter of James and Catherine (Pendleton) Lewis, of near Charlotte, Virginia. James Lewis was the son of James Lewis, and one of a family of twelve sons and two daughters born to this great-grandfather. The Lewis family was one of the prominent ones of Virginia, the family being established in the vicinity of Charlotte. William and Catherine (Lewis) Berry became the parents of eight children, viz.: Larkin, now residing in South Dakota; John L., of this review; Stephen, of Meade County, Kentucky; Robert, a resident of Hardin County, Kentucky; William P., who lives in Arkansas; Delia E.; Catherine A. and Mattie E. The last three are residents of Kentucky. The mother passed away in February, 1872, and the father later married Miss Catherine Miller of Hardin County, Kentucky, from a prominent and highly connected family.
To this union three children were born: Isaiah Beeler, Anna 0. and Maggie, all of whom reside in Kentucky. The Pendleton’s ranked among the first families of Virginia arid were descended from prominent English ancestors who had gained recognition from the crown of England prior to coming to America. James Pendleton, of Virginia, was a United States paymaster at Norfolk, Virginia, during the War of 1812. The battle of Gaines' Mills, during the Civil War, was fought on the old Pendleton homestead. There is an historical event associated with the name of Catherine A. Pendleton that her descendants may well refer to with pride. In old Colonial days in England, when the household linen was woven in the home, it required great skill to produce the fine warp necessary to weave the best of linen fabrics, and there was great competition among the young women of the day to see who could excel in making the warp. To encourage the young women to exhibit their skill, the Queen of England offered a prize to the one who would display the best sample of linen warp at the annual fair in London. Miss Catherine A. Pendleton set out to win the prize and prepared her warp with so much care and skill that her entire sample, containing several hundred threads, was passed through a lady's finger ring and thus displayed. There were hundreds in the contest, but Miss Pendleton won the prize, which was a lady's gold ring. The queen had her initials "C. A. P." engraved on the inside of the ring, and with great ceremony presented it to her. From that day down to the present the ring has been passed down to a Catherine A. of the line, and is now the prized property and coveted heirloom of Catherine A. Perceful, of Louisville, Kentucky, the sister of John L. Berry.
John L. Berry spent his youth and boyhood on the family homestead, and was educated in the local schools and at Hamilton College, Kentucky. He taught for twelve or fifteen terms of school in early manhood, and in 1882 went to Arkansas and spent one year in farming and teaching school. Succeeding this Mr. Berry removed to Platte County, Missouri, where he continued his activities as a farmer and educator, but later turned his attention to mercantile lines, opening a general store in the Town of Dearborn. He remained in business there for about twenty years, meeting with excellent success, and in 1906 came to Agency and accepted a clerkship in the general store of Miller Brothers, a position which he retained until 1911. In that year he became cashier of the Farmers Bank, his present position. The Farmers Bank was organized in 1903, with a capital stock of $10,000, C. R. Woodson being its principal stockholder. The bank has prospered from the start, as those in charge have the confidence of the community.
On January 18, 1881, Mr. Berry was married to Miss Frances McCandless, of Hardin County, Kentucky, daughter of David and Mary (Browner) McCandless, of an old and respected Kentucky family. To this union two daughters were born: Leonida T., who died here she had completed her course in school; and Mary B., now the wife of Dennis L. Staggs, a prominent young farmer residing one mile east of Agency. Politically, Mr. Berry has been a lifelong democrat and his first vote for president was cast for Samuel J. Tilden. He served as mayor of Dearborn for one term, but has never been an office seeker, although always ready to do his part as a citizen. For over forty years he has been an active and devoted member of the Christian church, and has been an elder of the church for many years. Mrs. Berry is also an active worker in religious movements. Fraternally, Mr. Berry is a member of the Masonic order. He is a man of exceptional probity and exemplary habits, and a strict prohibitionist, having never purchased an intoxicating drink at the bar. Thus, from his youth to the present, he has conscientiously fought the battle of life, ever mindful of the rights of others in his dealings with his fellow men.
[A History of Northwest Missouri, Volume 2; edited by Walter Williams; Publ. 1918; Donated and Transcribed by Andrea Stawski Pack]


Hon. J. E. Bohart. It would be difficult to mention a name in all northwest Missouri which has been more closely and intimately associated with business, finance and industry from the earliest times to the present than that of Bohart. The name has for years been almost synonymous with banking, and not one community but at least a dozen in this part of the state have had the Bohart capital and management in their banking affairs. Hon. J. E. Bohart of Plattsburg represents the second generation of the family, and it was his father who became so conspicuous as a founder and director of banks in this part of the state. Mr. Bohart is himself hardly less prominent as a man of affairs, is a lawyer, and has the reputation of being the most extensive farmer and stockman in Clinton County. With a magnificent ranch of 1,500 acres, he feeds every year from five hundred to a thousand head of cattle, puts on the market about twelve hundred hogs, and is one of the ablest stockmen in the entire Middle West. Many other affairs have been accorded his attention and management, though he is still a young man, and for some years he represented this part of the state in the Legislature.
J. E. Bohart was born August 10, 1870, in Buchanan County, Missouri. His father, the late Willard Bohart, came to the Platte Purchase in 1837, was a pioneer banker, and is given credit for having founded more banks in western Missouri than any other individual. The Bohart name is of French and German origin, and the first Americans of the name came from Alsace, a border province of Germany, which has had a checkered political career, having been conquered by Napoleon early in the nineteenth century and attached to France, and remained a portion of the French empire until the Franco-Prussian war of the early '70s, when it was once more brought back to the German people, and its inhabitants are largely of mixed French and German stock. The Bohart’s have been pioneers in America and have produced many merchants, professional men and bankers. Willard H. Bohart married a Miss Pixlee, a member of a pioneer family in northwest Missouri. Her father, Major Pixlee, was a soldier in the war with Mexico, having gone out in Colonel Doniphan's expedition into the Southwest.
The Pixlee family came from Virginia and Kentucky. Willard H. Bohart and wife had two children, one son and one daughter. Among the banks organized by him in the course of his busy career were the First National Bank of Liberty, the First National Bank of Cameron, the First National Bank of Plattsburg, the Citizens Bank of Pleasant Hill, a bank at Bethany, the State Bank of Hutchinson, Kansas, the Merchants Bank of St. Joseph, Missouri, the Caldwell County Bank of Kingston, Missouri, and a number of others. He was a man of almost infallible judgment in financial matters, and possessed a personality which made him as much admired socially as he was in a business sense. He was a member of the Masonic order and of the Christian church. His widow now lives in Los Angeles, California. The late William Bohart was a man of strong build, five feet nine inches in height and weighed 200 pounds. While his career was chiefly notable in banking, he was also interested in both church and schools, and his support was freely given to any movement for the improvement of his home locality or state.
J. E. Bohart was reared in Missouri, is a college trained man, being a graduate in both law and literature of the University of Michigan, and under his father's eye attained a thorough knowledge of banking in all its details. He has served as attorney for the Burlington Railroad, and has had considerable experience as a banker, having been cashier of the Cameron Bank for three years, paying teller in the Merchants Bank of St. Joseph, but his chief enthusiasm and his largest financial interests are in his live stock enterprise. Mr. Bohart served eight years as a member of the Missouri Legislature, and did a splendid work for northwest Missouri. For ten years he served as president of the Plattsburg School Board, and has always interested himself in educational matters. He is a member of the Baptist church.
On January 26, 1891, occurred his marriage to Miss Kate A. Morgan, of one of the old and prominent families of Plattsburg, where she received her education. Her father, R. Morgan, was one of the well known men in northwest Missouri. Mr. Bohart and wife have two children: Morgan W., who is now a student of law at the University of Michigan; and Marjorie May, four years of age. The Bohart home is known as Ivy Walls on Clay Avenue, and one of the finest homes in Plattsburg, a center for the cultured and refined social life of the city. Mrs. Bohart is one of the active leaders in social affairs and is well known in both club and philanthropic circles.
[A History of Northwest Missouri, Volume 2; edited by Walter Williams; Publ. 1918; Donated and Transcribed by Andrea Stawski Pack]


JAMES M. BOHART; banker, was born in Buchanan County, Missouri, in 1841. He was raised on a farm and received a good education in the schools of Andrew County, and for several years was engaged in teaching. When the war broke out, he entered the Confederate service, and commanded a company. He was with Price, Bragg and Johnson for four years, participating in the battles, and sharing all the hardships and deprivations incident to a soldier's life. In 1866, he engaged in the hardware business in Clay County, and continued in it for some years, with satisfactory success. In 1875, he was elected to the State Legislature, and made a diligent and worthy representative, securing a high reputation for his fidelity to his constituents, for his liberality, and for the courtesy extended to all who approached him. In 1879, he became a resident of Lathrop, and engaged in the banking business with his brother, W. H. The firm has also a bank at Kingston, Caldwell County. As a business man, prompt and energetic, upright in all his dealings, he has secured the esteem of all with whom he has had to do. As a citizen, he has taken an active interest in whatever promises to be of permanent benefit to the city, and in educational matters, he has been prompt to act, and efficient to work. He has been twice married; first, to Miss Maggie E. Elliott, of Woodford County, Kentucky. She died in 1870, leaving one daughter, Sallie A. He married for his second wife, Miss Ada Field, in 1871. Their family by this union is composed of four children: Jacob Field, Nellie, Shannon Clay and Susie. Mrs. Bohart is a daughter of Jacob Field, Esq., of Liberty, Clay County, and is a lady whose graces of mind and person have endeared her to all who enjoy her acquaintance. She was educated at the female seminary of her native place, and at the St. Theresa Seminary, Kansas City.
(Source:  The History of Clinton County Missouri; published 1881; O.P. Williams & Co.; Transcribed by Andrea Stawski Pack)

R.R.Boone, proprietor of flouring mill, section 30, postoffice Agency, was born in Harrison County, Indiana, November 5, 1816, and in 1819, moved to Meade County, Kentucky, with his parents.  In 1837, he removed to Missouri, but his time was divided between Missouri and Kentucky until the spring of 1844,  His early educational advantages were limited, but by self application he has acquired a liberal share of scholastic information.  In 1844, he was married to Sarah E. France, a native of Kentucky, born August 25, 1825.  The result of this marriage was seven children:  Frances E., John F., Sarah E., Hiram C., Susan B., Mollie M. and Victoria.  The latter died November 12, 187.  During the late war Mr. Boone sustained serious loss; he took no active part in the events of that period, and while he never refused aid to any sufferer who besought hospitality, he never knowlingly harbored a man an enemy to the government.  He is now the owner of 490 acres of land, including a residence and valuable property in Agency, besides his well known mill.  Mr. Boone never held any office; never joined any secret order and in his religious sentiments is very liberal.  Bold in the expression of his heterodox views, no man stands higher for blunt, unswerving honesty of speech and deed than R.R. Boone, the miller
Source: History of Buchanan County, Missouri, Union Historical Company, 1881

HUGH J. BOWEN, one of the well-known business men of St. Joseph, Buchanan County, is general manager of the Conley & Wolfe Improved Kiln Company. This important position he has only held since the first of January, 1893, but has become thoroughly familiar with the details of the business and is already branching out in new directions to increase the trade. Mr. Bowen was born in the small town of Bowen, Granger County, Tenn., in 1859, and passed his boyhood days on the farm of his father. The latter, John P. Bowen, was a native of Tennessee and a wealthy farmer, and he is quite influential in his county, and it was owing to him that the postoffice, named in his honor, was established. He has acceptably filled the position of postmaster since Grant's first term, being left undisturbed during the changes of administration. His wife, formerly Virginia Jones,-was also born in Tennessee and is a sister of W. P. Jones, who is well known in St. Joseph.
The gentleman of whom we write is the oldest of seven children, all of whom are living. He attended the "old Field School" until 1879, when with the ambitious spirit which is a part of his character, he undertook the severe competitive examination for a cadetship at the West Point Military Academy, and ranked very high, defeating thirty-seven applicants. Unfortunately, however, ou account of illness, he failed to complete the course, and afterward attended the Eastman Business College at Poughkeepsie, N. Y., from which he graduated in 1881. At once coming to St. Joseph, he accepted a position as bookkeeper for the firm of Jones, Townsend & Sherman. During President Cleveland's first term he was appointed Assistant Postmaster, under John C. Evans, which post he held for three years, and then resigned to engage in business for himself.
Mr. Bowen has always been active in Democratic circles and greatly interested in the success of the party. He is a charter member of the Jefferson Club. In September, 1892, he was elected Secretary of the Commercial Club, which position he held until New Year's day of 1893, when an opportunity offered of bettering his financial and future prospects, and he therefore resigned. He is a member of the Masonic fraternity and of the Knights of Pythias.
On the 10th of October, 1888, Mr. Bowen was married to Miss Millie Wakefield, who is a daughter of the late Dr. M. F. Wakefield, a leading physician of Savannah, Mo. A little son and daughter grace the union of our subject and wife, their names being Hugh Wakefield and Luella Virginia. Mr. Bowen is a worthy citizen, and numbers many friends in this locality who hold him in high esteem for his integrity and uprightness.
(Source: Portrait and Biographical Record of Buchanan and Clinton Counties, Missouri. Publ. 1893. Transcribed by Charlotte Slater)


The Greatest Rocky Mountain Scout
By A. J. Shotwell
It seems to be the irony of fate that merit is overlooked while ostentation receives undue reward in song and story. This saying is eminently true when applied to the subject of this sketch. Bridger was a prince among men and the uncrowned king of all the Rocky Mountain scouts of half a century ago.
But few men are now living who enjoyed an acquaintance with this man at the time of which I speak. I have often wondered why, in all the writings of life in the great West in years long gone by so little mention is made of Bridger. Perhaps the reason will appear as my story unfolds.
During the greater part of the time the country was in the toils of the Civil War and for more than a year after the ending of that unhappy conflict, the Eleventh Ohio Cavalry was on duty among the Indian tribes of the great plains and the Rocky Mountain region. Fort Laramie, located on the California Oregon trail in the foothills of the great mountain range, was the greatest military post for a vast uninhabited region, in fact the last important harbor of refuge for overland travelers en route to the distant Pacific Coast.
It was here that the Eleventh Ohio Cavalry made its home for years. All this time companies and smaller parties were scouting or located in smaller forts the better to protect travel on the Overland Trail. The writer was a member of this regiment but incidents of our travel across the plains and service in the field are the part of this story.
In boyhood days amid Ohio hills I had read the journal of Lewis and Clark, narrating their journey across the Rocky Mountains in the early years of the past century, and I had also read of Fremont’s crossing the mountains at a later date, and often in school while studying my geography lessons, and looking over the maps of the great West, I wondered if I would ever see that wonderful country. So you can scarcely imagine my feelings when a few years later I found myself among those scenes so fondly cherished in earlier years. My first few weeks at Fort Laramie seemed like a dream, so strange was all around me, and you may well be sure I took note of all about me. Indians in their blankets of gaudy colors, hunters and trappers in their buckskin suits with beaded shirts and decorated headgear, were all of intense interest to me, and when I could join a group of these trappers or scouts and hear them tell of exploits in mountain wilds, encounters with wolves and bears, and other thrilling incidents in their lives, I would think to myself, what wonderful men are these to survive through the many conflicts as narrated.
But there was another figure that soon claimed my notice---a tall well-built man in plain civilian garb with nothing in his makeup to mark him apart from men as they appeared back east, a man who quietly went his way and seemed foreign to all around him. But I noticed that the officers of the post and scouts and hunters all paid him deference. So much did this come under my notice that in time curiosity prompted me to ask who was the strange, quiet man, and imagine if you can my surprise on being told that this was Bridger, the greatest of scouts in his time. A man who, to use a trite saying knew the Rocky Mountain country like a book; a man invaluable to the government; a man consulted in all important military movements; in fact, an oracle in all that pertained to the vast country surrounding. This was my first insight into the life of Bridger, and how I longed to know more of him, but somehow this was deferred until after years.
The company of which I was a member was assigned to duty at Fort Halleck, more than a hundred miles distant from Fort Laramie, and we did not return to headquarters until July, 1865, when we became a part of General Conner’s expedition through the Sioux Indian country as far north as the Yellowstone. Great was my satisfaction in learning that Bridger, the quiet man, would be our guide on this occasion, and fortune seemed doubly kind when I found that one of the scouts under Bridger was one of the mess to which I belonged, thinking this would give me a chance to have conversation with the one man with whom I so much desired to get on familiar terms.
We were out on this expedition two months, traveling in that time nearly 800 miles, and every night Bridger made his camp alone beside our own so as to be near the scout who messed with our little party, and in all that time but few had conversations with him, so prone was he to hold himself aloof. He would cook his frugal meal and soon as darkness approached wrap himself in his blankets for the night. But with the first peep of day he was astir and after a hasty cup of coffee and jerked meat, he would saddle up, and after calling on General Conner, quietly ride away, and we would see no more of him until evening, when he would ride into camp, and after a short conference with the general in command, find his accustomed place for the night. And so each day was a repetition of the day before.
By the last of August we had arrived in the Big Horn Mountain country and one evening were making camp. The wagon train of ninety wagons had just formed their circular corral and the various messes had started camp-fires when one of the scouts came in, reporting a large Indian camp, he judged forty miles off. Soon Bridger was all animation and after a hasty consultation, 250 men having good mounts were in the saddle and with General Conner at the head set out on a night ride to reach that band of warriors before break of day. I was of this party and will never forget how we rode through the silent watches of the night with naught to light our way except the brilliant stars in a cloudless sky, and how that long column of silent men wound through rocky defiles, and over stretches of grassy plains until the way seemed interminable, but all confident in our guide. When the first rays of light heralded the coming of the king of day, we suddenly halted, and there, right before us, lay the object of search.
Orders were whispered and the front filed right and left, and in less time than I tell it, that column of mounted men had formed a vast crescent and were charging pell mell into we knew not what. Pandemonium broke loose and if ever a band of Indian warriors were taken by surprise, it was then and there, and all credit was due the quiet man who conducted us safely to our goal. The battle that ensued in the next few hours was fast and furious and cannot enter into this story. Suffice to say that notwithstanding the Indians were in number three to one, they were completely vanquished and all their lodges destroyed. During this engagement Bridger seemed always to be in the right place at the opportune time.
By the time we returned to our camp and wagon train, we had been in the saddle two nights and a day. After a short rest we were led further north into the valley of the Yellowstone on a line of travel passing not far from where Custer and him men met their fate eleven years later in the month of June, 1876.
Soon after our return to Fort Laramie we had news that soon the Eleventh Ohio Cavalry would be relieved by troops of the regular army and would soon all be home again. But this fond expectation was soon dissipated by word that regular troops could not take our place before the spring of 1866. It was then that my comrade, W. H. McFadden, determined to apply to Secretary Stanton at Washington for a transfer to Ohio, dreading the tedium of a long winter in garrison life, and to our joy our request was granted. About Christmas, 1865, we left old Fort Laramie for the long journey across the plains to the Missouri on our way east.
On the morning of our starting what was my surprise to find Bridger a fellow passenger in the mail ambulance that would carry us over the first stage of our journey to Julesburg, 180 miles distant, where we expected to secure passage to the river on the Overland coach. We had put our belongings on the mail wagon when Bridger came up and throwing a bundle aboard asked: “Where are you boys going?” When told through to the river, he frowned for a moment and then said: “So am I, and if we travel together I guess it’s best to be sociable.” And here came another surprise---the man who in all the years was so unapproachable, soon became one of the most companionable men I ever met, and most entertaining, relating incidents in a life rich in experience.
Our journey to Julesburg consumed two days and a night and was fraught with much discomfort owing to our crowded quarters among mail sacks and other baggage loaded into the limited space of an army ambulance. At Julesburg we were told that no passage could be had on Overland coaches eastbound short of ten days as all space was taken that far ahead. This information was discomforting, but soon a remedy appeared in the shape of a train of twenty-five wagons returning empty from Denver, bound for the Missouri River via Fort Kearny.
We quickly made terms with the wagon-master to carry us to Fort Kearny, 200 miles on our way, from which place three different stage lines ran to as many points on the river. We were assigned to a wagon having a large, deep body with double canvas cover, and buying a lot of hay, we cushioned the floor of the wagon box about six inches deep with hay, piled in our blankets and other belongings and got aboard---and for eight days traveled in perfect comfort.
There were many road-houses along the Overland road at this time and knowing it was the custom of freighters to camp near such places, we depended on securing meals at these houses, sleeping in our wagon at night. Our plan of travel met a surprise the first night out, a surprise most agreeable, however. Our wagon train had halted for the night about a hundred yards from one of these caravansaries, and we and our little party had no sooner alighted and were stretching our limbs, than we noticed a man approaching from the house, and as he drew near exclaimed, “Of all men who have we here if not old Jim Bridger.” And after further exclamations of greeting and vigorous handshaking, continued by saying, “Come right in Jim, the place is yours as long as you care to stay.” Bridger replied, “Here are two soldier boys traveling with me; I stay with them.” “All the same,” replied the man, “Bridger and his friends included.” So we all walked in, and soon after were seated at a bountiful meal of the best the place afforded and places to sleep were provided and a good breakfast followed and a lunch for the noon hour when we took leave, and not a penny to pay.
Stories of frontier life filled in the night until the wee small hours. The experience of this first night was repeated every night of our eight days’ journey to Kearny. Nothing could more vividly show the esteem in which Bridger was held by frontiersman of that time.
Before proceeding further, allow me to give you an idea of the personal appearance of this remarkable man. Fifty years have passed since the incidents here related were imparted to me, January, 1866. Bridger was at that time fifty-six years of age, well preserved for a man who had passed through many trials and hardships. While I myself am now advanced in years, I still retain in memory, I believe, a very correct picture of Bridger at the time of which I speak. Of well proportioned form, slender mold, about six feet high, probably a little less, possibly slightly more straight as an Indian, muscular and quick in movement but not nervous or excitable, in weight probably 160 pounds; with an eye piercing, as the eye of an eagle that seemed to flash fire when narrating an experience that had called out his reserve power. There was nothing in his costume or deportment to indicate the heroic spirit that dwelled within, simply a plain unassuming man, but made of heroic stuff every inch. What would I not give if I could at this time recall all that was imparted during eight days’ travel in the quiet of our snug quarters with the wagon train, for it was here that he unfolded day by day the story of his life of forty-four years in the great, almost unknown West, dating from the year 1822, when as a boy of twelve he set out from his home at St. Joseph, Missouri, to see the wonders that lay beyond the river that separated him from the world of his dreams.
Early in the last century St. Joseph, Missouri, was a great fur mart and the outfitting place for the adventurers who were engaged in trapping on the upper waters of the Missouri River. That stream afforded a water way to their field of operations. It was at St. Joseph that early in the spring of the year 1822 a party of ten of these hardy men more adventurous than their fellows, fitted out for a journey to the distant Pacific Coast to see what in the way of fortune might be discovered in the unknown country further south than the region already known.
Each day as these preparations advanced a small boy hovered around the camp where the party were located and finally the boy requested to be taken along, only to be laughed at and advised to stay at home. But the youngster had determined to go with that party, and began to plan accordingly by first securing a heavy blanket, such as he had seen in the camp, next a supply of jerked beef and hard crackers sufficient to last a week, and a change of clothing in addition to the stout suit he wore. All these preparations were carried on by stealth so as to not attract the notice of his people.
Soon the party of trappers crossed the river and set out on their way, and as darkness came, the boy with his outfit crossed the river in a canoe and set out afoot to overtake the party he had determined to join. They had not traveled far and by the middle of the night their camp was discovered. Turning aside, our hero found a place at some distance where he concealed himself and lay until the party were well on their way the following day. The boy then took up the trail and followed, not taking the chance of losing the way. At night again he camped at a safe distance, and this he kept up until more than a hundred miles separated the party from St. Joseph. Then, after darkness had fallen the boy walked into camp and made the announcement that he was going along.
The men of the party were so amazed at the coming of the boy that they knew not what to do. Most of the said: “The little scamp has made his way here so he can find his way back. Give him some grub and start him home in the morning.” The leader of the party then spoke up and said: “A boy so determined to go must have something in him.” He suggested that he be allowed to go along. This was finally agreed to, and then began the development of the greatest of all explorers of the great West.
The party continued their journey and their route was not far from that chosen more than forty years later in building the Union Pacific Railroad. Of course, many incidents and adventures occurred on the way, but no serious trouble developed until the party had entered the basin of Great Salt Lake. Game, such as buffalo, antelope, and deer, had been plentiful along the thousand miles already traversed, but west of Salt Lake and down the valley of the Humboldt no game could be found, so the party was in sore straits when they again found animal life as they neared the Sierra Nevada range.
Arriving in the valley of the Sacramento, the party continued south until they finally arrived at the old Spanish Mission on San Diego Bay. Not finding much in the way of fur-bearing animals, the party retraced their course and finally reached the headwaters of the Columbia and operated in a field west of the continental divide.
We now come to a time that the boy had reached young manhood, trapping by winter and spending his summers in exploration. These excursions continued through many years and made him familiar with a vast region at that time little known. On these excursions he chose to go alone, with no companion except his faithful horse and trusty rifle and a small hatchet forged from the best of steel; always provided with an ample supply of bullets and powder, the latter carried in waterproof packages.
On one of these excursions he headed north into the British possessions and with the north star for a guide, continued on his way down the valley of the McKenzie River to the Arctic Ocean. Here, at the threshold of the polar night he could go no further, and turning back made his way safely to his starting place, which he reached after an absence of eighteen months, during which time he had not tasted bread nor looked into the face of a white man.
In time he found himself on the trail over which he had traveled when a boy, and selecting a place in the mountains not distant from Salt Lake as distance was counted in those days, he settled down and became a trader with the Indians in the country around about. Business prospered from the start and soon Bridger’s trading place was doing a thriving business. The furs obtained from the Indians were dispatched on pack animals to St. Joseph and goods suitable for exchange were brought back in return.
Fremont passed this way on his journey to California and spent a few days resting his party before entering on the journey across the barren land west of Great Salt Lake. Brigham Young and his party were guests in 1847, and later came the rush to California in 1849 and 1850.
Some time during these years, I can’t recall the date, Bridger was taken with a longing to see the old home and having an extra large accumulation of pelts, concluded to take charge of the shipment. The most valuable part of his cargo was 5,000 beaver skins, which he expected to sell at $4 each. What was his surprise and gratification on arrival at St. Joseph to find beaver in demand at $7. He easily disposed of his beaver at this figure totaling $35,000. This was further augmented $5,000 by the proceeds from other pelts putting into his hands $40,000, a princely sum of money at that time for a young man almost born in the wilderness. His people, still living, were of course overjoyed at the return of the wanderer, who while heard from at times, they never expected to see again, so hazardous was life in the wild West.
Bridger was pleased with the quiet life, and having abundant ready money, bought a tract of land, married, and he supposed, settled down to the quiet life of a farmer. But this was only for a short time. The call of the wild was not to be hushed and in a few years he was back among his life’s familiar scenes, returning at times for short intervals to visit his family, but not remaining long.
His old trading post was taken over by the government and was thereafter known as Fort Bridger. A new route of travel from Denver to Salt Lake was located across Laramie plains and over the continental divide through Bridger’s Pass. This was the road used by the Overland coaches at a later day. Bridger’s Pass and Fort Bridger are the two places that keep the name of Bridger on the map.
Owing to his intimate knowledge of the Rocky Mountain region, the services of Bridger were invaluable to the government and he was employed as scout, guide, and counselor on many important occasions.
On parting with Bridger at Fort Kearny we reluctantly had to refuse his urgent invitation to accompany him home. Our time was limited and we had calls to make in Iowa on our way east, so after a sad farewell we went our way down the valley of the Platte to Omaha, meeting the rails of the Union Pacific forty miles west of that city.
And now, after the lapse of fifty years, I often think of passages in Bridger’s life as related in the memorable journey just related. The rails of the iron trail met others from the Pacific shore in an incredibly short time, and that with other roads that soon followed, obliterated the old methods and the great boundless West with the buffalo that rambled over it, passed away, never to return. And when I listen to these modern scouts who have explored the mountains in Pullman cars, and range them beside such a man as Bridger, they appear as mice in the company of a lion.
[Source: Old Santa Fe (July 1916) Vol. III, No. 11; transcribed by Richard Ramos]


JOHN BRODER occupies the important position of Chief of Police in the beautiful and ' prosperous city of St. Joseph. In 1884 he was appointed Deputy Sheriff under John Carey and two years later was appointed to the position he now holds, in which he has been continued by Mayor Doyle and later by the Board of Commissioners. The police force in this city consists of forty-four men, with two sergeants and a captain, and the expenses of the department are about $56,000 per annum. For the past six years the metropolitan system has been in use and for their convenience they have forty independent telephones.
In the beautiful Green Mountain state Mr. Broder was born, in the village of Middleburg, on July 14, 1830. His father, William, was a native of Ireland. His mother's maiden name was Mary McGee, and when a child with her parents removed to New York state. On leaving home our subject went to Canada, where he remained until seventeen years of age, when, going to Massachusetts, he worked for about three years as a farm hand, and later on the Boston & Worcester Railroad. At the age of twenty he went to Ohio where, for three and a half years, he was employed on the construction in Stark and Wayne counties. In 1854 he was engaged in railway construction in Illinois on the Ohio & Mississippi Railway. At the end of one season in the employ of the latter company, he removed to St. Louis, where he engaged in the yards of the Ohio & Mississippi Railroad for a few months in charge of the wrecking train. Later he was foreman on the Alton extension from St. Louis to Alton, the first road between those cities. His next move was to Tennessee where from 1855 to 1860 he was engaged as foreman of railroad construction, and in the spring of the last mentioned year landed in St. Joseph.
Mr. Broder9 s first work in this locality was in helping to lay four and a half miles of track on the St. Joseph & Grand Island Railroad, this being the first track laid west of the Missouri river. Jefferson Thompson was then president of this important system. In the spring of 1860 the first spike was driven into this railroad which has since opened up a large territory, adding greatly to the wealth of the country and its development. In the fall of that year Mr. Broder was employed on the old Valley Road, working south of Atchison, where he remained until 1866. In the meantime he had the honor of running the first construction train on the Kansas Pacific, going from Wyandotte to Lawrence. Then returning to St. Joseph, for about a year and a half he ran the construction train on the Valley Road.
In 1866, going to Atchison, Mr. Broder super-intended the laying of one hundred miles of track on the Central Branch of the Union Pacific, the first track laid out of Atchison, and remained in the employ of the company until October, 1868, when he took the place of road master on the Valley Road with headquarters in St. Joseph, remaining in that position for some eight months. Branching out in a little different direction Mr. Broder then took the contract for laying track south of Leavenworth to Kansas City, and from Savannah to Marysville. In the fall of 1870 he laid the track of the St. Joseph & Grand Island Road, superintending the work. For thirteen months he was road master on the St. Louis & St. Joseph Railway, now the branch of the Santa Fe to Lexington. Returning to the employ of the St. Joseph & Grand Island Road, he was with them for a year, and in the fall of 1872 laid the track for the Hannibal & St. Joseph from this city to Atchison. After two years of well-earned leisure Mr. Broder went to Marshall in 1874, and then for two years engaged in lead mining in Jasper County, Mo. Failing in this to any marked degree, he took a contract for laying track on the narrow gauge from New Stark to Albany, which was the last of his railroad business, as in 1884, as stated in the beginning of this sketch, he commenced filling public positions, in which he has served up to the present time.
The pleasant and substantial home of Mr. Broder, which is situated at No. 1014 South Eleventh street in this city, is presided over by his amiable wife, who makes a charming hostess. In her girlhood days she was Miss Florence C. Cole, and her marriage with our subject was celebrated September 15, 1869. For sixteen years Mr. Broder has been a member of the School Board, and for many years has been greatly interested in civic societies, having been active in all the Masonic bodies and belonging to the following: Charity Lodge, No. 331, of which he is Past Master; Grand Lodge, No. 14, St. Joseph Chapter; Council, No. 9, and St. Joseph Commandery, No. 4. He is a member of the Moila Temple, A. A. O. N. M. S., and the St. Joseph Chapter, O. E. S.
(Source: Portrait and Biographical Record of Buchanan and Clinton Counties, Missouri. Publ. 1893. Transcribed by Charlotte Slater)


George R. Bryant. Among Plattsburg's successful merchants and well known citizens is George R. Bryant, who has spent all his life at the county seat of Clinton County, and is a young man of progressive ideas and has already gone far toward substantial business success.
George R. Bryant was born in Plattsburg, March 7, 1881, a son of the late George W. Bryant. His father, who located at Plattsburg in 1878, was well known as an artist and photographer for many years. He was born near Greensburg in Decatur County, Indiana, and was of English ancestry. He was married in Missouri in 1877 to Margaretta Robinson, and in 1878 they came to Plattsburg. Mrs. Bryant, who was born in Pennsylvania, of an old family of Scotch-Irish ancestry, is still living, and she and her son have one of the comfortable homes of Plattsburg. George W. Bryant died at Plattsburg, July 10, 1912. at the age of fifty-nine. In polities he was a republican, affiliated with the Independent Order of Odd Fellows, and for a number of years served as deacon in the Christian church, and in all his dealings and relations with his fellowmen lived up to the true principles of the Christian religion.
George R. Bryant grew up in Plattsburg, had his education in the local public schools, and after some preliminary experience in merchandising opened a grocery store. That has been the nucleus and the chief line of his business, and has for some years been conducted in such a way as to win and keep the better class of trade. Mr. Bryant uses progressive methods, and everything that goes over his counter has his individual guarantee and record of personal integrity behind it. The store is conducted in a building 25x36 feet, and all its appointments and stock are kept up to the highest grade. Mr. Bryant is a member and since his father's death has served as a deacon in the Presbyterian church. Fraternally his affiliations are with the Blue Lodge, the Chapter and the Commandery, No. 62, K. T., and is a popular member of the Masonic circles in this city.
[A History of Northwest Missouri, Volume 2; edited by Walter Williams; Publ. 1918; Donated and Transcribed by Andrea Stawski Pack]


GEORGE BUELL, President of the Buell Manufacturing Company, of St Joseph, was born in Jefferson County, N. Y., and when seven years of age removed to Illinois, where he was reared and educated, spending the greater part of his time in the woolen mill belonging to his father; hence but little attention was given to his education. At the age of eighteen years Mr. Buell became the manager of a factory eighteen miles north of Quincy, Ill., and in 1848 removed to St. Joseph where he engaged in the flouring business, at the same time operating two custom Roale cards. In 1852 his father built a small woolen mill in this city, which was then the only one west of the Mississippi river, and four years after, erected a saw mill, which he operated very successfully until 1860.
In his choice of a companion and helpmate on life's journey, our subject chose Miss Juliette Bancroff, a native of Missouri, who was born in Clay County, Mo., and died in 1871, leaving six children. In 1875, Mr. Buell married Miss Clara Mapstone, a native of Michigan, who became the mother of two children.
Our subject has held very important positions in banks and other incorporations associated with such men as W. N. Buell, J. W. Baily and J. S. Lemon. The Buell Manufacturing Company, which without doubt conducts one of the most important factories in St. Joseph, is the most extensive plant manufacturing woolen goods in the west in 1860, in connection with his father, he established a two set woolen mill, which was increased to a four set mill. This was located on North Third street. The father of our subject, Norman Buell, came from Jefferson County, N. Y., to St. Joseph in 1848, and was the original proprietor of this mill. In 1860 Norman and his son George built the second woolen mill on North Second street, with two sets of machinery and twelve looms. On the death of his father, which occurred in 1871, George became sole proprietor of the mills, taking into his partnership his cousin, William N. for five years. In connection with their possessions at that time they purchased the woolen mill at Blue Rapids, Kans., and the Buell Company was incorporated in the year 1877. The present plant was built in 1882 with mostly improved machinery, and the Buell Rapid Mill was discontinued in 1890, the machinery being brought to this city, and used advantageously in the mills here.
The company of Buell & Co. has a capital stock of $200,000, the principal stockholders being John S. Lemon, William G. Fairleigh, Dr. J. S. Logan, Tootle Estate and George W. Buell. The products of this mill comprise large numbers of blankets, robes and flannels, all first-class goods in every respect, and a large assortment of over fifty styles, which they design, of blankets. The thirty years' experience which this firm has had insures the best blankets made, the annual productions amounting to about $250,000. They trade extensively with both eastern and western territories, and from Duluth, Wis., to Galveston, Tex., and keep one hundred and seventy-five employes, three-fourths of whom are skilled laborers, earning from one dollar to five dollars per day, making the pay roll amount to about $5,500 per month. The wool used in this factory is nearly all grown in Missouri, of which about one million pounds are used annually, amounting in all to about $80,000. The plant is an immense one on a tract of about twenty acres of land, and cost not far from $250,000, including the machinery. Mr. Buell has been manager of the woolen mills since 1860, and president of the company since the time of its organization.
(Source: Portrait and Biographical Record of Buchanan and Clinton Counties, Missouri. Publ. 1893. Transcribed by Charlotte Slater)


BUHMAN, Rudolph, physician; born, St. Joseph, Mo., Aug. 3, 1872; educated in public schools of St. Joseph, Mo.; M.D., Medical Department, St. Louis University, 1894; unmarried. In practice in St. Louis since 1894; specializes as pathologist. Protestant. Member American Medical Association, Missouri State Medical Association, St. Louis Medical Society. Office and Residence: 5264 Page Boulevard.
(Source: The Book of St. Louisans, Publ. 1912. Transcribed by Charlotte Slater)


Rt. Rev. Maurice Francis Burke; Into the ordinary everyday life of every man come problems and perplexities often difficult of solution, although these are usually entirely personal, pertaining to the small circle to which his interests are bound. In the adjustment of these his energies are often taxed to their fullest extent. Heavy as they are ordinarily, their sum weighs little when compared with the aggregation of responsibilities that are placed upon the high dignitaries of such a mighty organization as the Roman Catholic Church. The great, distinctive doctrines of this church for ages have been cherished and perpetuated by those who have been especially prepared for this all important task, and, the world over, no more scholarly, zealous, pious, broad-minded men can be found than those chosen as bishops of the Roman Catholic Church. Their burdens are heavy, their responsibilities great, their influence wide-spreading, their value to civilization incalculable.
The Diocese of St. Joseph is represented by the Rt. Rev. Maurice Francis Burke, than whom; probably none are more greatly esteemed nor more highly beloved. Born in Ireland, May 5, 1845, he is a son of Francis N. and Johanna (Casey) Burke, and a member of a family of eight children. The Burkes came to America in 1849, and located in Chicago, Illinois, then a city of small area and but insignificant population. In Chicago, Bishop Burke attended the parochial school, subsequently took a commercial course in Bryant & Stratton's Business College, later attended the College of St. Mary's of the Lake, and in 1866 completed his literary course at the University of Notre Dame, Indiana. In that year he went to Rome to pursue his philosophical and theological studies in the American College, and was ordained to the priesthood, May 22, 1875, by Cardinal Patrizi. Upon his return to the United States he was assigned as assistant priest of St. Mary's Church, Wabash Avenue and Eldridge Court, Chicago, and in 1878 was appointed pastor of St. Mary's Church, Joliet, Illinois, where he continued in charge for nine years. In 1887 he was made bishop of Cheyenne, Wyoming, by His Holiness Pope Leo XIII, and in June, 1893, was transferred to the Diocese of St. Joseph. Under his administration great progress has been made in the material, as well as the spiritual welfare, of the diocese.
A heavy debt on the cathedral has been liquidated, a parochial residence built, a school of the cathedral parish erected at a cost of $60,000, and new missions have been opened and new parishes organized. The City of St. Joseph has at present nine parishes, with twelve resident priests; six parish schools are attended by about fifteen hundred pupils; a commercial college is conducted by the Christian Brothers; an academy for the education of young ladies is presided over by the Ladies of the Sacred Heart, and a hospital is attended by the Sisters of Charity. The Catholic population of the city numbers over twelve thousand souls. Outside of the City of St. Joseph may be mentioned the following: The Benedictine Abbey, at Conception, organized in 1874; the Conception College, conducted, by the Fathers of the Abbey; the Franciscan Fathers, at Chillicothe; two charitable hospitals, one at Chillicothe, conducted by the Sisters of St. Mary, and the other at Maryville, conducted by the Sisters of St. Francis; an academy for the education of young ladies at Chillicothe, conducted by the Sisters of St. Joseph; the Mother House and Academy of the Benedictine Sisters of Perpetual Adoration at Clyde; an orphan asylum at Conception; twenty churches with resident priests, thirty-two mission stations and seven parochial schools.
By a degree of the Sacred Congregation of the Consistory, dated Rome, June 16, 1911, the territory containing the counties of Adair, Clark, Knox, Lewis, Macon, Marion, Monroe, Ralls, Randolph, Shelby, Schuyler and Scotland, and that part of Chariton County east of the Chariton River, was detached from the Archdiocese of St. Louis and attached to the Diocese of St. Joseph. By reason of this extension the Diocese of St. Joseph now comprises the whole northern part of the State of Missouri, extending from the Missouri River to the Mississippi River, and is bounded by the counties of Howard, Boone, Audrain and Pike, on the south. By the increase of territory, sixteen parishes have been added and twenty more priests have been affiliated with the diocese, the Catholic population of which (in 1913) comprised about thirty-seven thousand people. Bishop Burke resides at No. 718 North Seventh Street.
[A History of Northwest Missouri, Volume 2; edited by Walter Williams; Publ. 1918; Donated and Transcribed by Andrea Stawski Pack]


GALVIN FLETCHER BURNES was born in Morgan County, Ind., February 18, 1830, and when eight years of age accompanied his parents to Platte County, Mo. He was graduated from the University of Missouri in 1850, and immediately afterward entered upon the study of the law, receiving the degree of Bachelor of Laws at Harvard College in 1853. For one year thereafter he remained in Boston, making himself familiar with the practice of the courts of that city. Upon his return to Platte County in 1854, he entered upon the active practice of law in the courts of Platte, Clay and Buchanan counties in partnership with his brother, Hon. James N. Burnes, who at a later day served Missouri with distinction in the Congress of the United States.
In the year 1855 our subject moved to St. Louis and almost immediately found himself growing into a very large practice in the Federal and State courts of that- city. He became counsel for the Bank of the State of Missouri, and soon afterward began the struggle between that bank and the numerous saving institutions of that city, which culminated in the celebrated suit of the Boatmen's Savings Institution against the Bank of the State of Missouri, the plaintiff acting on the advice of several of the ablest lawyers of Missouri. This suit enlisted the best efforts of James R. Lackland, John C. Richardson, Henry S. Geyer, Samuel T. Glover and John R. Shepley. After many years the Supreme Court of Missouri sustained every position assumed by Mr. Burnes in his original advice to his client, as well as in his brief filed in that court. Several unsettled questions of law concerning garnishments and maritime jurisdiction were made clear and final in cases submitted by him wherein the rule before that time was uncertain.
Upon the division of the state into two United States Court Districts, Calvin F. Burnes was appointed United States Attorney for the Eastern District of Missouri. Until this time the new United States Attorney had never appeared in the trial of any criminal case. Among the early cases of importance, it became his duty to prepare indictments for manslaughter against the Officers of the steamer "Ocean Spray," for negligence under the judiciary statute of 1789. Nearly a hundred cases had been tried under this law without a single conviction in the United States, so great was the unwillingness of juries to punish as a felony an act which was admitted to be only negligence.
Urial Wright and Luther M. Spreve, two of the ablest criminal lawyers of their day, defended these cases. Justice Catron and Judges Wells and Treat presided in the trial. After a contest of four days the United States Attorney secured a verdict of guilty as charged in the indictment. The court fixed the punishment at the minimum allowed by the law, one year in the penitentiary. Having thus secured conviction and judgment, Mr. Burnes immediately addressed an earnest appeal to the Attorney-General of the United States for the pardon of the condemned. This request was joined by a similar petition signed by the judges of the court, members of the bar and many leading citizens of Missouri, on receipt of which a full pardon of the condemned was granted by President Buchanan.
On retirement from this, the only public office ever held by Mr. Burnes, he continued his practice in the courts of St. Louis. His services were in special request by corporations and large mercantile houses, but his most profitable practice was in the final adjudication of imperfect land titles, which finally led him out of the active practice of law in St. Louis, where bis real estate investments very materially interfered with his professional duties. Convinced that he must abandon one or the other of these interests, he retired from the law and joined his brother, James, at St. Joseph, Mo., in 1873, where they together organized the present National Bank of St. Joseph, one of the most successful and enterprising banks of the West.
In 1877 the National Bank of the State of Missouri, in St. Louis, closed its doors and passed into the hands of a receiver with more than a half million dollars thereinto the credit of the National Bank of St. Joseph. This destroyed the credit and seemed to threaten the existence of the St. Joseph Bank. The two brothers, James and Calvin, thenceforth acted as one man with the sole purpose of protecting their own honor and the integrity of their bank. This they did so successfully that no creditor was ever delayed for a single hour in the payment of his demand. The seemingly overwhelming disaster produced such action on the part of the brothers that the result was not only a protection from loss, but in fact, produced an ultimate profit to them of nearly $1,000,000.
Hon. James N. Burnes was five times elected to Congress from the St. Joseph district, and died before entering upon his last term. The immense business then devolved upon Calvin, who promptly organized a corporation called "Burnes Estate," to which all of the property of both brothers was transferred It is now controlled by Calvin Burnes, President; Calvin C. Burnes, Vice-President; James N. Burnes, Jr., Secretary; Lewis C. Burqes, and Daniel D. Burnes, Directors. The last-named, D. D. Burnes, is now Congressman from the district so long represented by his father.
The National Bank of St. Joseph continues prosperous as heretofore, with Calvin F. Burnes its first and only President, but the management of the bank is almost entirely in the hands of Calvin C. Barnes, the Vice-President, as the real estate interests of the Burnes Estate have grown to such magnitude in St. Louis as to require very much of the time of the elder Calvin. He also has large interests in Southwestern Missouri, including a controlling interest in the Gran by Mining & Smelting Company, one of the largest lead and spelter-producing companies in the United States.
(Source: Portrait and Biographical Record of Buchanan and Clinton Counties, Missouri. Publ. 1893. Transcribed by Charlotte Slater)

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