The history of Marion County, OhioAfter months of unremitting toil, the result of our efforts to produce a reliable history of Marion County is before the public. None can better appreciate than those who so kindly and liberally assisted us, the difficulties incident to the preparation of a work of this character. After a thorough inspection of public documents and of newspaper files; after old settlers and prominent citizens have been interviewed, the whole mass of information had to be systematized into one harmonious whole; and after all this there intervenes the incompleteness of the public documents, the often imperfect, because hastily prepared, items in the newspaper files, and the conflicting statements of pioneers who have memory alone upon which to place their dependence. But while perfection is written upon no human work, we trust that on the whole the History of Marion County may as nearly approximate to this title as is possible. To this end no pains have been spared, wherever possible, the manuscript having been submitted for inspection to those who furnished the facts, and in the biographical department invariably opportunity has been given for thorough revision.
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Read the Book - Free Download the Book - Free ( 80.0 MB PDF ) Sam Britton, an eccentric young man, who was not afraid of anything or anybody, used to lend a hand in the sugar-making season and make himself generally useful, and sometimes, when he took it into his head, obnoxious. On one occasion, a dark and rainy night, he became irritated by something that occurred and bade the boys good-bye, saying that he was going home, when, in fact, his intention was to visit a neighboring sugar camp. He had not trudged his way through the darkness long, before a pack of wolves took after him, and he was obliged to drop in at an old, deserted cabin, at one end of which was a shelf about thirty inches wide, and some eight or ten feet from the ground. Sam lost no time in securing this place of refuge, for he had hardly got into his quarters before the whole cabin floor was crowded with wolves, some howling, some snapping their teeth and others jumping up for their prey. When Sam looked down on those "varmints," he saw their eyes glistening in the darkness like balls of tire, and had serious fears of becoming food for the beasts; but as he had about eight inches to "count on," he hugged the cabin wall so close as to make him sweat. |