THE OLD HOME WEEK BOOK
History of the Village of Prospect, PA

Transcribed and Donated by Robert A. Stumpf

Chapter X

The Old Stone House

How curiously the threads of human lives are interwoven! Mention has been made of the tavern called "The Stone House." It is standing yet on the Franklin road about seven miles north of Prospect, a massive old-time structure in the forest at the intersection of the Mercer turnpike. In former times it bore a very bad reputation and it looked it. It was reputed to be the rendezvous of a band of horse and cattle thieves and counterfeiters -- one of a chain of criminal posts extending south down the Mississippi river to New Orleans. As many as twenty of these lawless characters were gathered there at once and fearful tales were told of their drunken orgies and wild carousals. How much of this may have been true the uninitiated could not know, but it was commonly believed in all the neighborhood that matters were far worse than any outsider imagined. The place was a way-station for the stage driven from Pittsburgh north. Oe of these stage-drivers was a man named Bill Turk. From a peculiar habit he had of constantly going through the motion of spitting without ejecting saliva, he was called "Spitting Turk." He was no friend of Lewis Roth but whenever anyone was about his store at dinner-time it was his custom to ask the person to dinner. And thus it occured one day that, when the little boy came home from school, ravenously hungry, as healthy little boys commonly are when they come home from school, and keenly anticipating a sumptuous meal from the rabbits which he knew his mother intended to prepare for dinner, he found the family already seated and "Spitting Turk" in his place at the table. No room for him; he had to wait. He meekly accepted the situation but did not leave the room. Hungriy he watched the others eating. Then as he saw "Spitting Turk" reach for another piece of the good, savory rabbit, he was almost paralyzed with the awful thought that he would eat it all. Stupified with the vision of the impending calamity he stood speechless for a time, gazing with wide eyed despair. Then hope sprang triumphant in his youthful breast and just as Turk was landing the big, delicius ham he cried: "Mother! is there anymore rabbit in the pot?" They all laughed but the little boy did not know why. He heard his cry repeated many a time afterward.

That was the last he saw of Turk for more than thirty years. Sundry arrests were made by the United States Government officials, which scattered the Stone House gang. It was darkly rumored that "Spitting Turk" had been put out of the way -- murdered, in fact, because he knew too much -- in order to prevent his giving evidence against the criminals. How that rumor originated is not known. But behold! thirty years later, when the little boy had grown to manhood, he met the gentleman on the main street of Butler and recognized him. His recognition was verified by other older men. Perhaps he had been serving time in the penitentiary as he deserved for eating the little boy's share of the rabbit, if he was not as was alleged in complicity with the thieves and counterfeiters of the Old Stone House.

Many unsuccessful attempts had been made to break up the robbers' nest. The United States authorities finally asigned the work to a man who had a remarkable career in both civil and military life. This man was Harry Newcomer, afterward a noted spy in te Army of the Cumberland during the Civil War. About a mile from the old Stone House, in the dense forest, lived the leader of the gang, Charles Coventry by name, but known among his confederates in villainy as "The Old North Pole". He was a tall, daring, shrewd and desperate man, a man weighing two hundred pounds, with a swarthy complexion, strong black beard and a thick bushy head of hair. Newcomer first reconnoitered the lair of this man and then returned to Pittsburgh. There he learned two facts which greatly assisted him; one was that an intimate associate of Coventry was in prison in Philadlphia on a charge of counterfeiting, and the other was that Dr. Joshua Webb, an old acquaintance of his own, who had worked with him before had just returned to the city. Webb was acquainted with Coventry and had gained his confidence. The two came together and arranged that Webb should go to Coventry's house for a visit and that a week later Newcomer should follow. When Newcomer got to the house there was apparently no one at home. He started away, when his attention was drawn by a smothered coughing. This was a signal from Webb who informed him,in a whisper, that Coventry and his associates were in the buckwheat field. He further informed him that they had the press up and were cutting out counterfet money.

Newcomer then went back to the tavern, and later in the day returned to Coventry's house. He met a little girl who said she was Coventry's daughter, and he told her to call her father. Coventry came and was surprised and uneasy when he heard about his friend in the Philadelphia jail. Then he introduced Newcomer to a man who had been with the man in prison and the detective was soon on good terms with both. Finally Coventry brought out a pair of fine steel dies and a lot of bogus cash which Newcomer agreed to buy.

This business being transacted Newcomer left for Pittsburgh where he arranged with Chief Hague for the capture of the counterfeiter. At the appointed time, the Chief and five policemen went back with Newcomer to Coventry's. They reached there very early in the morning and Newcomer called Coventry out of bed. He was much pleased at Newcomer's return and asked him to come into the house. The detective, however, answered: "No, I can't go in just now. I brought out a big lot of ones and twos on the State Bank of Ohio, but I did not know who might be here, so I concluded it wan't safe to bring them into the house at once. I left my satchel out in the woods. If you will get your coin, a lantern and some matches we'll go right out and make an exchange there."

This was agreed on and Coventry fell into the trap prepared by the officers. He made a desperate struggle but was overpowered by numbers and captured. He was sent to the penitentiary for five years and a number of his accomplices were also caught and punished. And so the wilds of Western Pennsylvania, long notorious because of the criminal acts of these desperadoes, were freed from their terrors by the capture of Coventry and the breaking-up of the gang he headed at the Old Stone House. For half a century this ancient hostelry, at once lonely and isolated, far from other habitation in the wild forest; and again the scene of excitement and activity as the relay station for the daily coach, had stood already when these things occurred. It has stood half a century since then. It is standing now and bids fair to stand a centuy more. The writer on more than one hunting excursion, has taken a plentiful and well-served meal in it -- "The Forest Inn" -- "The Old Stone House."

The following incident is related by Mr. McCulloch:

HORSE STOLEN AND RECOVERED

In the latter forties my grandfather, Andrew S. White, who then owned and was living on the John C. Kelley farm, one mile south of Prospect, had a horse stolen from a pasture field into which my father __ Matthew McCullough -- had turned the team at the close of a day;s work.

About nine o'clock in the evening a man was seen riding the most valuable horse of the team --(which was well known in the village of Prospect) through the town, turning at the Diamond into the Butler road. He rode leisurely along so as to not arouse any suspicion in the mind of any one who might see him, that a "horse-thief" was on the back of "Mike."

In the morning when my father went to the pasture the mate of the stolen horse was standing at the bars -- but no "Mike"was there. A search through the pasture field and the fields adjoining revealed the fact that "Mike" was stolen. My father, after informing my grandfather that the horse had been stolen in the night, went up to the village to spread the alarm, and to talk the matter over with some of his village friends.

It was at that time when the neighborhod -- for miles around the Stone House -- was infested by a gang of horse thieves, and the neighbors, whom my father consulted about the matter, said to him, "Matthew, your horse is gone beyond recovery, we are sorry for your loss but there is no use of wasting time in hunting for him." My father returned to his home very much depressed in mind, of course. But in the middle of the afternoon, John S. Dodds came down to our house to see my father and have a talk withhim about the misfortune that had befallen him. He expresed the belief that the Stone House gang of horse thieves had stolen the horse, and that he would make the attempt to recover him. So it was arranged that Mr. Dodds should take "Mike's" mate, and an extra bridle, and late in the evening he would start out the Bear Creek road to Unionville, thence north on the pike to the Dtone House. It was said tht the thieves had a cleared field fence in in the middle of a large scope of wooded land, into which they turned their stolen horses, -- about two miles south-east of the Stone House; and Mr. Dodds so timed his perilous trip as to reach the enclosure where the horses were corraled -- about two o'clock in the morning.

As he rode through the dark wooded lane, near the "Corral".the horse whinnied and "Mike" answered back with a whinney. Mr. Dodds rode to the bars near at hand, dismounted, bridled the erstwhile stolen horse and brought him home.

John S.Dodd was a powerful man -- physically -- with the heart of a lion -- otherwise he never would have planned -- and carried out such a bold adventure.

Now, "D.L.", you can put the foregoing facts into more readable form.

John S. Dodds married Susannah Shanor, eldest daughter of Jonathan Shanor.

I have heard my father say at different times, that "John Dodds" was as strong a man as John Grossman who was the strongest man, in his day, in western Butler county.

THE OLD HOME WEEK BOOK
History of the Village of Prospect, PA

Transcribed and Donated by Robert A. Stumpf

Chapter XI

Mohawk

One of the sights that enlivened the village street in olden times, was the passing through of the raftmen; a sight that likely never will be seen again. The lumber business was then flourishing. The logs being cut in the Winter, in the forests then covering the whole country about the head-waters of the Alleghey river and its tributaries, were hauled out and built into rafts, which, with the Spring freshets, were floated down to Pittsburgh. When delivered there the raftsmen would take the nearest way to their homes -- that was, for a great many of them, up the old Kuskuskias Indian trail, now the Franklin road, through Prospect, back to the head-waters of the Allegheny.

Well does the writer remember the gangs of them, tall, rough, sun-burned fellows, in red and blue flannel shirts having pockets in them and ornamented with multitudinous white buttons sewed on the chest in rings, hearts, stars, anchors, and like devices, full of whiskey, as they staggered through the village and passed on into unknown regions of the north. Among them were Indians from the Cornplanter tribe from the rservation below Syracuse, N.Y. And this introduces one of the early, and most gruesome tragedies of that early time.

It left its terror as well on Prospect as on all the county of Butler. The older citizens will remember with interest the impression left on them and the younger ones will obtain a glimpse of life in this vicinity almost seventy years ago.

Sam Mohawk, an Indian, had gone down the Allegheny on a raft to Pittsburg, in June 1843. Returning by stage with his companions, we was separated from them in Butler. He had been drinking and was sick and suffering from the effects of whiskey. The stage then stopped at what is now the Willard hotel, then called the Brinker hotel, and kept by Jacob Brinker. The landlord took pity on him and ministered to his wants. Mohawk called at several private houses also where we was given food and treated kindly, all of which he seemed to appreciate. He remained in Butler several days and then started homeward on the stage, Mr. Brinker, who was one of the proprietors of the line, paying his fare. He reached the "Stone House" in the evening, where the horses were changed. While this was going on Mohawk disappeared and the stage went on without him. A half hour after it was gone he appeared at the house and demanded that John Silas, who kept the place, should give him whiskey and the money which, he claimed, the Butler people had raised to pay his fare to Meadville. After an altercation, Silas drove him out of the house with a club.

At daybreak of July 1st, he was seen passing the house of John Wigton, a mile and a quarter away.

That fateful morning James Wigton had started to the home of his father to borrow a horse. Soon after he left, the Indian reached his home. Some insane passion or evil spirit took possession of him and urged on therey he attacked the defenseless mother and her children. The wild and savage instincts of his cruel Indian nature broke through the thin veneer of civilization and he raged like a devil incarnate. One may imagine the helpless woman on her knees imploring his mercy and the terrified little ones screaming about her. The Indian after his arrest spoke of her as a pious person, who appealed to God for protection. With a water-worn stone, a bble-stone, such as we children of Prospect always afterward called a "Mohawk stone", he beat out the brains of his victims: Mrs. Wigton, whose maiden name was Margaret McQuiston, aged 30 years, and her children; Almira, 8 years; Peninah Nancy, 5 years; Perry, 4 years; Amanda, 3 years; and John Wallace, 1 year. What the feelings of the father may have been on his return, must be left untold.

After the murder the Indian crossed Slippery Rock and went to the house of Jos. Kennedy where he saw a little boy standing in the yard. Seizing a stone he knocked the child senseless and then fled to the house of Philip Kiester, a short distance away. The Kiester family learning of the attack at Mr. Kennedy's ran to their neighbor's. Then as Mr. Kiester was returning he saw Mohawk enter his house with a stone in each hand. He summoned his three sons from the field and held the Indian prisoner in the house until a crowd of neighbors came.

Thomas Blair was the first who ventured up-stairs where the Indian had taken refuge. The Indian knocked him senseless with a stone. Charles McQuiston, a brother of Mrs.Wigton, then dashed at him, dodged the stone hurled at him, and seized the culprit, whereupon Joseph Donaghy struck him on the head with a flail and knocked him senseless. He was then taken down stairs and after regaining consciousness begged the white men to shoot him in the forehead, indicating the spot with his finger.

He was then taken to the scene of his crime where Chas. Prosser, Justice of the Peace, as Coroner, summoned a jury and held an inquest. The Indian made a full confession. He was then imprisoned and indicted. He was brought to Butler jail and chained in a cell. But the old jail was thought to be insecure. Many prisoners had escaped from it and reports were spread that, in some way, Mohawk would get out. The friend and neighbors of the Wigton family, and in fact, all that section of the county, were alarmed lest he should escape the just punishment of his crime. The result was that in July there was an uprising among them and, led by the late Col. Samuel Loudon, two hundred or more determined men marched to Butler to make sure that Mohawk was properly secured or to lynch him. The people of Butler were greatly excited at their approach and a delegation of representative citizens, Judge John Bredin, the Hon. Wm. Beatty, the Hon. Samuel A. Gilmore and other prominent men, met them at the Sleppy tavern, a mile up the Mercer road, prevailed on them to halt and gave them assurance that Mohawk would be safely guarded, fairly tried and if found guilty, hung. In the meantime the Sheriff summoned all the men of Butler in one general posse comitatus, armed a guard with muskets and stationed this force at the jail to meet the excited people, but fortunately their services were not required.

The Rev. Mr. Bassler, pastor of the Lutheran church in Prospect, who had opened a mission in Butler, visited the Indian in jail and brought him to a sense of his sin. The first evidence that he showed that his act was criminal was when he exclaimed, "Me break law. Me break law." After satifying himself and the Church Council that Mohawk was penitent and a believer in the merits of Jesus, Mr. Bassler baptized him.

In November he was brought to trial, Judge Bredin presiding with associate judges Duffy and Bovard. The trial lasted three days, the defense being insanity. The jury was out only fifteen minutes and brought in a verdict of "guilty of murder in the first degree". George Kirkpatrick of Prospect, was one of the jury that convicted him.

On the 22nd of March, 1844, he was executed -- only twelve persons -- among them the bereaved husband and father of the murdered family --were allowed to witness the execution. Mohawk's body was taken out and buried in the woods on a corner of the former Orphans' Home property, near where te Basin is now. No stone marks the spot, only a small depression in the earth, and this, unless one knew it of old would be difficult to locate.

This is as it should be. Let the grave of the murderer be unknown. Let his name and memory perish from the earth, except to be mentioned as a warning against the ways which lead to sin and death.

THE OLD HOME WEEK BOOK
History of the Village of Prospect, PA

Transcribed and Donated by Robert A. Stumpf

Chapter XII

Our Soldiers

The military spirit came to Prospect and its vicinity with the men who settled there. Some of them were veterans of the War of the Revolution and others had seen service in the War of 1812. It was natural, therefore, that their sons should organize military companies and keep the spirit of the forefathers alive. The first of these companies wa the "Hornets", organized shortly after the War of 1812, and not disbanded until well on in the "fifties". What a valuable and interesting souvenir today would be the muster-roll of that company! It would include the name of almost every able-bodied and public-spirited man of that day and neigborhood. A few of these names we know: James McCulloch was elected Captain at the "Spring Review", for sixteen consecutive years. Charles Henshaw was captain at another time. Lewis Roth was orderly sergeant for several years in succession. He and Matthew McCulloch, Michael West and Henry Shafer enlisted on the same day. At one time the company had an enrollment of one hundred and fifteen members. John Meyers and Solomon Meyers were members. It was the oldest uniformed company in the State when it disbanded, that had kept its organization. James and Samuel Anderson were members. Squire Samuel Shannon was one of its Captains. He wore a silk hat and a spike-tailed coat with brass buttons and was the fac-simile, for all the world, of the conventional pictures of "Uncle Sam", (U.S.). Tall of martial bearing, perfect in proportions, he made no mean figure of a leader for the stalwart men whom he commanded. Absalom Shaner, the oldest citizen of the dear old town, is probably the only living member of that company today. He joined it long after its organization and was doubtless mustered out with honor when its history was closed.

Another militia company had its headquarters at Whitestown and was called the "Connoquenessing Grays". Still another company was rendezvoused at Petersville,called the "Marion Watchmen." All over the county, in fact, military companies, armed with long-barrelled, deadly, squirrel rifles, met and marched and drilled.

These came together,on stated occasions, for battalion and regimental drill. One of these occasions was when they met near West Liberty. under the command of Colonel Covert, the ranking officer, and still another was on the historic "Bib Fourth" in Prospect. The great review under Col. Covert, was held on Conrad Snyder's farm, in a big field, to the east of the Franklin road, where the road to West Liberty crosses, close by his house.

After the disbanding of the "Hornets" another company was recruited under the command of Dr. D.H.B. Brower, and called the "DeKalb Grays", but it did not long survive.

The last company to be organized, about 1858, before the stern necessity of war called out the men to active service, wounds and death, was the "Prospect Artillery." It was a large and well drilled company. Nearly all the young men of the village and vicinity were enrolled in it. Their uniform was a dark blue broadcloth suit with the inevitable brass buttons, a stiff hat with crossed cannon in front and a stiff hat with a red pompon; the one my brother George wore in his hat, a cherished memento of those brave days, is now in my possession. The uniform was becoming, not gaudy but genteel and eminently appropriate to the men who wore it. The greater number of the members of that -- the last military company of Prospect -- enlisted in the Union army during the civil war of 1861-65, and many of them came not home again. That generation of Prospect men is only a fragment. The flower of it was cut down and destroyed in its devotion to the Union.

Prospect furnished more than its proportionate quota to the number of mew who enlisted in that most sanguinary of all modern conflicts. The first of all these to volunteer were Marion Ford McCulloch, Alfred Teets and James S. Kennedy.They went to Evansburg on Monday, April 17th, 1861, and enlisted in the company of which Wm. Stewart was Captain, incorporated later as Company D 11th Regiment, Pa.Reserves. Of these three men the military history is brief and accurate -- would that it were in our power to present as complete a resumé of the history of every one of the brave boys who went out from Prospect at their country's call! Alfred Teets came home, at the close of his term of enlistment, and survived many years to dig wells, drive stage and doctor horses as his father had done before him. James S. Kennedy rose to the rank of Lieutenant of his company, was wounded at the battle of South Mountain and honorably discharged. The other member of the advance guard, Marion F. McCulloch, was killed at the battle of the Wilderness, May 5th, 1864. I knew him well and I thought well of him. Cheerful, straight-forward, genial and true, there was no one among the older boys of my acquaintance whom I liked better than "Boss" McCullough, as we affectionately called him. He was prompt to volunteer and faithful to serve, faithful, even unto death. After fighting through every engagement in which the renowned 11th Penna. Reserves took part, he wrote to his particular friend, with whom he had kept correspondence all through the years of his army life, that a battle was impending and that, when it was over, she would find his name in the list of the killed. His officers and the comrades to whom he had spoken of his presentiment, sought to persuade him from going into the battle. But he would not heed their advice, deeming it unworthy of a soldier to shrink from any danger, whether heralded by presentiment or actual knowledge. His time of enlistment had expired. He was under no technical obligation to risk his life, but he felt himself under a moral obligation -- the obligation which a man of honor alone acknowledges -- the noblesse oblige, to fight for the cause he has espoused, went into the battle with his regiment and was killed, shot through the brain by the first volley that was fired. Satisfied in his own mind, that he would be killed, he yet refused to fall in the rear, and, with musket in hand, deliberately marched to his death. No braver soldier ever fought under the Stars and Stripes. In the hell-born clash of war, the rattle of musketry, roar of artillery and sharp voice of command, with thoughts in his heart of the loved ones at home, brother, kinsmen, friends -- he fell, faithful unto death. No nobler sacrifice was ever offered on the altar of our native land. Requiescat in pace. Resurgat in pacem. And God grant that we who knew and loved him may meet him again in the land of everlasting peace. Have we not said well when we said that the generation of Marion Ford McCulloch and the men of his period, was only a fragment! Many others, whose destiny has not been so clearly outlined, have perished as nobly as he. In prison pens, on deadly fields of battle, by pestilential diseases, and worst of all by the dread nostalgia, the most insidious and incurable of diseases, home-sickness, which cut down thousands of the dear, brave, unseasoned boys who volunteered, in spite of all the skill and efforts of camp surgeons and hospital doctors; they fell and died, a sacrifice for you and me, to preserve the Union of States and the perpetuity of our Government.

A roster of their names, as nearly complete as we have been able to secure it, is herewith presented.

Enlistments from the borough of Prospect, the Revd. Joseph Bowman, pastor of the Cumberland Presbyterian Church, and the Revd. J.G.D. Finley,of the U.P. Church, chaplains in the army. The Revd. H.W. Roth was offered the captaincy of the first company going to the front from the village, but already having accepted the pastorate of the congregation in the mission church of which the writer is now pastor, he declined it. He was offered also the chaplaincy of the regiment in which the company was incorporated, Col. McFarland commanding, but as his brother-friend and associate says, "although offered the chaplaincy by the colonel of a Regiment who was his college chum, true to characteristic conscientiousness he declines to leave his little congregation for a regimental chaplaincy, with its rank and tempting emoluments." The Revd. A.H. Waters, Pastor of the Lutheran Church in Prospect, deserves and shall be here given, an honorable place among those who upheld the cause of the Union in those dark and dreadful days. He never faltered, he never wavered, but through all stood firm and was a pillar of strength to those about him. He served his country as he served his Church, with true and conscientious devotion. The writer was instructed by him in preparation for his confirmation, examined by him for his first certificate as a teacher in the Soldiers Orphans' Home, at Uniontown in Fayette County, and knew him well for many years and always favorably. The last office he discharged was the mournful one of pall-bearer at his funeral when he was buried in the Allegheny cemetery. He died May 24, 1903. He was active inthe work of recruiting the companies which went out from Prospect, especially in that commanded by Captan Henry Pillow, who was a regular attendant on his preaching and whose family was in his church.

The enrollment of the men of Prospect and the vicinity went on, from the time after the first squad went out until the last call was answered. An attempt has been made to classify the soldiers according to their Church membership and affiliations but has been abandoned because of the difficulties which presented themselves; and the roster is now presented, incomplete but as complete as it could be made, of those who entered the service during the war, and is as follows:

• Harvey Stevenson-Robinson Dodds

• Hiram Gillespie-Uriah McKinness

• Skees Forrester, Captain-Hamilton Gillespie

• John Gillespie-Furgeson Gallagher

• Newton White-Tensard D. Kennedy

• James Forrester-J.J.Stevenson

• Alex McBride-Thos. McBride

• Robert McBride-J. Milton White

• J.G.D. Finley-AA. Frazier

• Douthett Fazier-Robert W. Kennedy

• Thos. B. Dodds-Hamilton Dodds

• James X. Dodds-James Dodds

• Ezra Dodds-Ebenezer Dodds

• Harvey Dodds-Rev. David Dodds

• Josiah Dodds-Chalmers Dodds

• John S. Dodds-James O. Dodds

• Cowden Dodds-Robinson Dodds

• James Frazier-George Frazier

• W.A. McBride-Newton Kennedy

• Findley Ekin-John Mitchell

• Matthew McCullough-John A. McCullough

• Joseph Greene-John Wilson (of David)

These, in general, were members of, or affiliated with the U.P. Church.

• George W. Roth-Charles Lepley

• John D. Roth-Christian Moore

• David C. Roth-George Weber

• John W. Strain-Hery Weber

• Henry Lepley-James Albert(of Daniel)

• Frederick Ellwinger-John Albert(of Daniel)

• John Weber-Henry Albert(of Daniel)

• William Staff-Marin Staff

• George Staff-John Heckert

• Conrad Shaner-Daniel Albert(of Daniel)

• Harrison Garvey-Isaiah Albert

• Captain Pete Heckert-Henry Heyl

• David Shannon-Hugh Aiken

• Jesse Dutter-Captain Henry Pillow

• Daniel Cress-William Burry

• Daniel Buechle-Campbell Ralston

• Jacob Heyl-William Ralston

• Robert Gallaghr-Jacob Millison

• Valentine Whitener-Lewis Goehring

• George Moon-Reuben Bellas

• John Ralston-John Dillaman

• John Kaltenbach-William Morrow

• Shimp Stickle-H.D. Thompson

• George Rothmire-Jeremiah Ralston

• Henry Dillaman-Charles M. Moon

• MiltonMyers-Alex. M. Borland

• J. Conrad Miller-Robert Borland

• Daniel Updegraph-Samuel Rohrer

• J. Bryon Martin-Samuel Borland

• Samuel M. Roth-Fred Burry

• William Roth-Andrew Albert

• Alfred J. Roth-Nelson McCandless(of Swamp Robin)

A.H. Waters, Captain, for twenty-four hours. He took a company to Camp Curtin and in order that the company might be sworn in he appeared as its captain, with the understanding that as soon as it was accepted and it might elect the Captain it should choose to lead it into the service.

Fred Suber, Peter Neely, Jonathan Taylor and John St.Clar, have been mentioned as possible members of this honorable company. These men were members or affiliated with, the Lutheran Church.

Other members and attendants of the U.P. Church were:

• J.H. Shannon-J.H. Stevenson

• Luther Kirk-Andrew Shannon

• Jno. S. Dick-Andrew M. Ekin

• Enos McDonald-H.H. Dick

• Hugh McCormick-Jno. Stevenson

• M.J. McCullogh-N.C. Stevenson

• Oren Matthews-D.W. Matthews

• James Greer-Lieut. Jas. S. Kennedy

• Capt. A.B. White-David Campbell(of Jno. B.)

• Jno. W. Alexander-John Campbell(of Jno. B.)

• Thos. McCormick-John Elliot

• J.M. Dunn-Nelson Stevenson

• G.F. Stevenson-N.N. Stevenson

• Jno. D. Stevenson-W.E. Stevenson

No attempt has been made to classify the soldiers in the orde of their church relationship,further than this general outline,which divides them about equally between the U.P. and Lutheran Churches.

Other soldiers not thus previously classified were:

• John Brewster-James Hoon

• Cyrus Stewart-A.F. Speer

• Samuel Dufford-Ezra Sleppy

• John Hoon-R.D. Campbel

• Philip Over-R.W. Watson

• James Scott-James Scott

• John Randolph-Abner Riddle

• Isaac Cable-Aaron T. McGowan

• Lewsis Hoon-Robert M. Anderson

• Cornelius Hutchinson-James Y. English

• M.J. Sleppy-John Gordon

• James Ralston-John Weigle

• Gabriel Barnhar-Wm. B. Curry

• Samuel Eisenbeis-Alfred Teets

• Major Thomas Scott-Wm. D. Scott

• Joseph Brewster of the 11th Reserves.

• Hyrom Baker-James Riddle

• James Moon-Marion F. McCullough

• R.D. Campbell, 78th-Isaiah English

• Capt. A.G. Riddle-Wm. Wiegle

• Lewis White-Allen McCall

• Marion F. Hipple-Israel Shafer

• John Cable-J.Q.A. Sullivan

This list is not complete. If it were possible to furnish a complete list, with company and regimental enlistments and a history of what the men had gone through, a book for each name on the list would not tell all nor do justice to what the heroic volunteers have done and suffered in defense of our country. We owe to them a debt of gratitude we can never return. The pension list of the American government is the largest and most liberal that the world has ever seen. Foreign nations have jeered at us for our liberality to the old soldiers. But we have never done too much for them and never will. They are entitled to all they get and more, God bless them.

From the little village of Prospect and its environs went out to the Civil War no less than 188 volunteers, possibly 200, if all were known. They were divided ecclesiastically, as nearly as we have been able to distinguish, about as follows:

• Members and adherents of the U.P. Church-----70

• Members and adherents of the Lutheran Church----6

• Members and adherents of the M.E. Church----21

• Members and adherents of the Cumberland Presbyterian Church----4

• Members and adherents Unclassified----28

Henry Scott, of the U.P. Church was in the Confederate army, being a resident of Louisiana when the war came on. During his first enlistment he was a member and officer of the "Louisiana Tigers," and in his second enlistment a Captain in the "Black Horse Cavalry." both famous Confederate organizations.

Mr. McCullough's Classification

First enlistment from the Borough of Prospect, Pa., April 23, 1861.

Marion F. McCullough, James S. Kennedy, Alfred Teets, went to Evansburg, April 17, 1861 and enlisted in Capt. Stewart's Co. D. 11th Penna. Reserves.

• Members and adherents of U.P. Church---76 volunteers

• Members and adherents of Lutheran Church--60 volunters

• Members and adherents of M.E. Church----21 volunteers

• Members and adherents of C.P. Church---4 volunteers

Not members or adherents of any of the village churches, but residents of the Borough of Prospect and Franklin township--27 volunteers

TOTAL-------188 volunteers.