The following is a booklet that has been passed down in the family. It was written by Andrew Jackson McIntosh, John Og McIntosh's grandson, in 1898 based on family lore. This electronic version was prepared in March 2000 by my mother, Ada Louise Holmes Person, who is a granddaughter of Ada Frances McIntosh.

















Vincennes, Ind.




The following sketch has been written at such times as bad health and business cares would permit. The idea, of writing such a sketch, was first suggested by William McIntosh, of Stamper's Creek, Ind. Twenty years ago. An attempt was made, but owing to the difficulties encountered in obtaining reliable dates and other data, the matter was laid aside; and it is but recently, that the work has been resumed.

For some years past, the writer has, when opportunity offered, jotted down such items pertaining to the history of our progenitors as was interesting to himself, and later on, he has entertained the thought that these notes might be equally interesting to those of their descendants who cared to read them. Traditions have been collected and compared, and dates have been obtained for all sources within reach of the writer, and what follows, is to the best of his knowledge and belief correct. He hereby tenders his sincere thanks to many of our relatives, for assistance and suggestions offered. Among these may be mentioned, Mrs. Lou. E. Foster, of Nashville, Tenn., D. M. Wright and Smith Garner, of Kansas, Wilford Proctor, of Vincennes, Ind., Sarah A. Hollowell, of this place, and Samuel McIntosh, father of the writer.

A. J. McIntosh

Allendale, Ill.

The name McIntosh can be traced back to the pre-historic age of the British Isles, and is now to be found in almost all countries of the world. It is from the Goelic of northern Scotland, and is variously spelled by different families. Sir James, the historian, writes it in full, thus, Mackintosh. So did Dr. John, professor of Medicine at Edinburg. Some families drop the k only, while others write it McIntosh, as we do. The word, Mack, in the original language, means son. McIntosh, consequently means the son of Intosh. McFerson, the son of Ferson, and so on throughout the line of Macks. It had its origin far back in the feudal system by the Clans taking the names of their chiefs or leaders. The McIntosh clan was once a powerful body, and at different periods of its existence, obeyed the mandates of many eminent chiefs, one of which with chief McClane fell at the bloody battle of Harlaw, and who tomb, it is said, yet marks the site of that terrible struggle. The stronghold of this clan, was the Castle of Moy, in the highlands. They at one time overrun and left in ruins the entire Shire of Cromerty. Many descendants of this clan have emigrated to America. McIntosh County in Georgia, derived its name from early settlers from this clan and the name can now, perhaps be found in every State of the Union.

John Og McIntosh, the principal subject of this sketch, was born not far distant from the old castle of Inverness, in Inverness Shire, in the highlands of Scotland, March 6th, 1753. His father's name was John McIntosh, and his mother's maiden name was Margaret Og. He had an only sister whose name was Margaret, and these four made up the family.

The father of John Og, as was common among the highlanders, was a shepherd and also a farmer in a small way. His principal income was derived from the breeding of sheep, goats and black cattle, to which the broken highlands are best adapted. It has been said, "give a Scotchman an oatmeal cake and a hunk of cheese, and he will be happy as a lark."

From an early age, Margaret and John assisted their parents in such light work as they were able to do. This consisted mostly in following the flocks through the day, and returning them to the fold at night. John Og, in his old days, related an incident that occurred during this early period of his life. It is briefly as follows: He and his sister, Margaret, were out with the flocks one summer day, as was their custom, and as the sheep and goats grazed from hill to valley, the children followed leisurely on, engaged the while in conversation or viewing the romantic scenery around them. Being young and thoughtless, they took little heed to the direction in which they were going, or, to the time that was so rapidly passing away; and it was not until the sun was nearing the western hills, that they thought of home or of the near approach of night. The cool air of evening aroused them from their lethargy, and they then began to realize the situation. They made an attempt to collect the flock to start them home, but the effort was probably made in the wrong direction, and the flock would not go. They now found themselves perfectly bewildered, and knew not in what direction to go. Then came upon them that peculiar horror of mind, known only to those who have been lost. John, being the younger, cried and bitterly bewailed their unfortunate lot, but Margaret took upon herself the part of a motherly adviser, sought out a shelving rock near by, and beneath which they took shelter from the chilly dews of the night. Here she sat down, and taking John's head in her lap, did all in her power to soothe his fear, as well as her own, until far in the night when overcome by sorrow and fatigue they fell asleep, to awake only with the rising sun of the morning. In what particular manner they found they way home, has not been handed down or is now forgotten, but we can readily imagine how they were received their grief stricken parents who, no doubt, passed a far more sleepless night than they.

After John Og had attained the proper age to be put to school, he was taken in charge by his maternal uncle, John Og, and after whom he was named. John Og, the elder, w as one of the British military surgeons in the time of King George the Third. He put the younger John to school, probably at Edinburg, where he remained until he had acquired a very fair English education. He was then entered as a student at the old Medical College of Edinburg where he was engaged in the study of medicine and surgery until the spring of 1776. (A daughter of the writer, Jennie McIntosh, now Jennie Burns, visited Edinburg and took a view of this old stone building in 1890.) The American Revolutionary was having broken out the year before, Surgeon John Og was ordered with the army of Lord Cornwallis to America. The fleet of transports made ready for this voyage was riding at anchor in Cork Harbor, Ireland, and this was the place of rendezvous for all soldiers and sailors belonging to that memorable expedition. Thinking that war's alarms and the wilds of America would be good training for his student Surgeon John Og decided to have him accompany him to the New World. All being in readiness, they bid adieu to relatives, friends, hills and valleys of bonnie Scotland and joined the fleet in Cork Harbor. History tells us, that on or about the 11th day of February 1776, anchors were weighted, the fleet sailed out of the harbor and put to sea. It proved to be a perilous voyage. Within a few days after their departure the fleet was overtaken by a violent storm and the vessels were scattered in all directions. All on board despaired of ever reaching their destination, but after being tempest-tossed and batted by gales and contrary winds, they entered Cape Fear River.

In North Carolina, on the 3rd day of May of the same year, after having braved the storms for over eighty days. Here the troops were landed, in Brunswick County, and the sight of landing witnessed the first exploit of Cornwallis in America. It was one of burning of the property on the plantation of one Robert How, "a rebel," and was accomplished with the loss of two men killed and one captured. From this time, on to the 4th day of October 1777, the movements of John Og and his nephew were those of the army of Cornwallis. On or about that date the battle of Germantown was fought and the head of the old surgeon was carried away by a ball from one of the American batteries.

Young McIntosh now being well on in the 28th year on his age, was left to shift for himself. Up to this time, he had acted in the capacity of Assistant Surgeon by the will of his uncle. Not holding a surgeon's commission, he could now draw no pay as such. Being within the British lines, healthy, and physically without blemish, he was accepted as a recruit in the famous flower of the British cavalry, commanded by Col. Tarleton. He served as a trooper in this division of the army until the 17th day of January 1781. Cornwallis, regarding Gen. Morgan, of the American army, as an annoyance, ordered Col. Tarleton to run him out of the Carolinas. In obedience to this order Tarleton, on the above date, made the charge on Morgan's Virginia riflemen at the Cow Pens where the British troopers melted away like snow in a summer's sun. In this charge the horse rode by Mr. McIntosh was shot and fell dead, but fortunately, he was not injured. Owing to the peculiar arrangement of the British cavalry trappings, consisting, among other things, of two broad belts made fast to the saddle and which, the rider, after mounting securely buckled around his thighs; he was left inextricably attached to the dead horse. After the British gave way and fled, Gen. Morgan rode over the field of slaughter where he found Mr. McIntosh in his sad predicament. He immediately dismounted, but him loose and brought him into camp, claiming him as his individual prisoner.

Thus, after three years and more of service with Col. Tarleton, he finds himself a prisoner in the American camp. Not long after this event, General Morgan, in consequence of ill health and much needed rest, returned to his home near Winchester, Va., taking his Scotch prisoner with him. Here, with the family of Gen. Morgan, Mr. McIntosh remained until his marriage, the exact date of which event is lost, but it was probably in the month of June 1782.

Some time during his stay with the family of Gen. Morgan he made the acquaintance of one Daniel Monroe, who lived by, and with whom he learned the wheelwrights trade, and this explains how this mechanical employment came into the McIntosh family.

While the British army was encamped at, or near, Germantown, in the State of New Jersey, and prior to the death of Surgeon John Og, Mr. McIntosh made the acquaintance of a Scotch family by the name of Bennett. Belonging to this family was a young lady, Sarah Bennett, whom he chose as a helpmate through after life. The occupation of the father of Sarah Bennett was that of ship's carpenter, and on his last voyage the ship foundered and all on board were lost at sea.

The war now being virtually over, Mr. McIntosh returned to Germantown secured his bride and was married at Philadelphia, Pa. They then returned to Virginia and settled down near the residence of Gen. Daniel Morgan at Winchester. Here they lived until some time after the birth of their first child. This child was James McIntosh. He was born May 5th, 1783. Prior to this time, Boone and Kenton had opened the way to the happy hunting grounds of Kentucky. The Revolutionary War being over, many men, on returning from the army, were out of employment, and many of them sought their fortunes in the dark and bloody ground. Mr. and Mrs. McIntosh caught the enthusiasm and after making preparations for the journey, joined the exodus. This was in the early spring of 1784. Joining with two or three other families, they loaded their household effect into wagons and began the long and tedious journey from Winchester, Va., to Fort de Quesne or Pittsburg, Pa. The route lay over the Blue Ridge of the Alleghany Mountains and was near, if not the same, followed by Edward Braddock, to his memorable defeat and death nearly thirty years before. An anecdote has been related of Mrs. McIntosh on this trip over the Alleghenies. She, like many English and other foreign born people, had never eaten corn bread, and had no inclination to do so, but on reaching the western foothills of the mountains, their flour was exhausted and corn bread was the only alternative; whereupon she cried and lamented her lot, declaring that she could never live in the wild woods on bread made of saw dust.

On arriving at Pittsburg, no doubt way-worn and weary, they exchanged horses, wagons and such things as they could get on without, for flat-boats, guns, ammunition and such implements as would be more useful in the undeveloped country to which they were going. A voyage down the Ohio River at that time was a dangerous venture. Prior to this boats had been captured and prisoners tortured by hostile savages that swarmed in the forests lining the banks of that stream. It is said to have been in the spring of the year, when the waters were high. This, no doubt, added to their safety. However, traveling under a lucky star, they made the voyage unmolested and without material incident, landing at the mouth of the Limestone Creek at or near where the city of Maysville, in Mason County now stands. From this point they at once repaired to the fort or station of Simon Kenton, at a point afterwards called Washington, about two or three miles west or southwest from Maysville. All male emigrants, of proper age, on arrival at this place were immediately enrolled in a boy of militia or rangers to look after the public defense. By mutual consent Simon Kenton was their commander in chief, and many were the tilts had with the red men of the new country under his command. Many of these incidents have never appeared in print and what few of them have been picked up by the writer would swell this sketch beyond its intended limits. Let one instance, briefly told, suffice. Two girls of the settlement, of about the ages of ten and twelve, crossed the Ohio River in a canoe at the point where Maysville, Ky. Now stands. Their object was to collect a kind of grass that made brooms. They were captured by a skulking band of forty Indians and carried away in the direction of the old Indian town of Chillicothe on the Scioto River in Ohio. Kenton, at the head of forty of his rangers, made pursuit, and on the second night, the camp having been reconnoitered in person by Kenton, was stealthily surrounded; and on the following morning at daylight, all of the Indians save one were killed, by one volley from the rifles of the rangers. This lone Indian it was supposed threw a tomahawk and wounded one of the girls, but was pursued and captured by one of the party named Ellis.

Shortly after his capture and in absence of Ellis, the Indian was killed, but why or by who, no one would tell, and Ellis, though greatly enraged by the loss of his prisoner was compelled to be silent.

After breakfasting on a buffalo, shot down by the Indians on the previous evening, and securing such booty as they cared to take, the party set out for home where on their arrival, the girls were returned to their parents. The several names of this party save those of Simon Kenton, John McIntosh and the man Ellis, are lost and the story has not to the knowledge of the writer appeared in print.

During the period of thirty years in Kentucky< Mr. McIntosh and family lived for a greater or less time in the following named counties: Mason, Bourbon, Montgomery,

Warren and Logan. At this late day, it may be impossible to know just what time was spent by them in each of the counties named or to locate the places of birth of all members of the family. Therefore, we will be content to give their name in the order of birth with a brief notice of each. Though meager, this notice may be, we trust it may be instrumental in holding their names in the memories of their descendants.

1st. JAMES McINTOSH was born near Winchester in Frederick Co., Va., May 5th, 1783. He was but a child when his parents arrived at Kenton's Station in Kentucky. He grew to manhood in that state and in 1813 was united in marriage with Miss Winneford Potter. In the same year he removed to the territory of Indiana, and settled on Indian Creek, about two miles from the village of Amsterdam in Harrison Co. He remained here for about four years then removed to Whisky Run, in Crawford Co. where he remained until about the year 1851, when he removed to Honey Creek in Orange Co. about two miles from the village of Hardinsburg, where he died. He raised a family of thirteen children. Eight sons and five daughters. He told the writer that he enjoyed the satisfaction in his old days of knowing that there was not a black sheep in the gang. Their names are as follows: William, Susan, Samuel, Elizabeth, John, James, Sarah, Eli, Harriet, Daniel, George, Andrew, and Mary.

He was a wheelwright by trade and did repairing when he was up in his eighties. He was a zealous member of the Baptist church.

2nd MARGRET JANE McINTOSH was born at Kenton's Station, Mason Co., Ky., March 6th, 1785. The anniversary of her father's birth. After reaching womanhood she was united in marriage with Charles Garner in Kentucky. The emigrated to what is now Wabash Co., Illinois, in the year 1815. On their way to the northwest, they were detained for some time in Red Banks, (Henderson, Ky.) by the sickness and death of Jane Garner, one of their children.

They had a family of eight children as follows: John, James, Celia, Jane, Nellie, Daniel, Martha, and Smith. Margret Jane Garner died in Wabash Co., Il. January 3rd, 1848 and was buried in the grave from which they body of her father had been removed some years before. Charles Garner had died at the same place, May 17th, 1830.

3rd MALVINA McINTOSH was born probably at Kenton's Station, but we are unable to find the exact date or place. It is most probable it was early in the year 1788. After arriving in Illinois she married Thomas Owens of Kentucky. Shortly after their marriage they settled in Henderson, Ky. where they lived several and then removed to Wolf Island, in the Mississippi River a short distance below Columbus, Ky. They had a family of five children: two boys and three girls. Their names were as follows: Sarah, Woodson, Eda, Thomas and Mary. Mr. and Mrs. Owens died at this place after which their children returned to the neighborhood of Henderson, Ky.

4th ELIZABETH McINTOSH was born in Mason or possibly Bourbon Co., Ky, July 11th, 1790. After arriving at maturity, she was united in marriage with John Proctor of her native state, February 14th 1811. They came with the McIntosh family to Illinois in the year 1814. John Proctor was born June 27th, 1787. He was a wheelwright by trade and also carried on farming. He died in Wabash Co., Il. June 11th, 1847. Elizabeth Proctor, his wife, died in Wabash Co., Il., May 5th, 1867. They had a family of eight children. Their names were as follows: John M., Frances, Lucinda, Mary, Thomas, Sarah, Wilford and a daughter that died in early infancy. Two only of the family are now living, Sarah McCrary in Grayville, Il. and Wilford in Vincennes, Ind.

5th SAMUEL McINTOSH was born at Paris, Bourbon, Ky. on Christmas Day 1791. He grew to manhood in Kentucky and worked for a time at the Salt Peter Works in the Mammoth Cave. He served as a private in the War of 1812. Learned the wheelwright's trade with his father and followed that industry until it was driven out by the factories. He was united in marriage with Ellender Matthews, a native of Tennessee, at Robinson, Crawford Co., Il, July 23rd, 1820.

He settled on a farm, which he bought of John Proctor in Wabash Co., Il. where he lived until the time of his death, June 16th 1879. From this union sprung eight children. Four sons and four daughters as follows: William, Matthews, Nancy, Sarah Ann, Mary Jane, Elhanan Winchester, Andrew Jackson, Sophia Ellen and Benjamin Franklin.

6th JOHN McINTOSH was born in Fayett, then a part of Bourbon Co., Ky., October 15th, 1794. He grew up and served as a private in the War of 1812, before he was nineteen years of age. After reaching his majority, he was united marriage with Miss Sarah Cowley of Baltimore, Md., who was a lineal descendent of the Duke of Wellington. They settled in the town of Frankfurt, Ky., where he served one term, as least, as warden of the Kentucky State Prison. According to the best records obtainable by the writer, he removed to Nashville, Tenn., in the early part of the year 1829, where he served several terms as warden of the Tennessee State Prison, when notable among its convicts was the great western land pirate, John A. Murrell. He was a natural businessman and acquired much property, some of which was lost in consequence of the war of the Rebellion. They were blessed with eight children. Five sons and three daughters as follows: Henry, Plummer Barrett, John William, Mary Ann, Francis Marion, Louisa Ellen, Lucinda Hawkins and Joseph Marshall.

Mr. and Mrs. John McIntosh were consistent member of the Baptist church and died at their place of residence in Tennessee, the exact dates of which are lost to the writer.

7th SARAH McINTOSH was born in Paris, Bourbon Co., Ky. in the year 1798, but the date of her birth is lost.

She was united in marriage with David Wright in Wabash Co., Il. Mr. Wright was a farmer and stock raiser. He owned several hundred acres of land, besides personal property in what is now Coffee Precinct in Wabash Co. They had a family of three children when Mr. Wright was killed by an assassin, Robert Simcoe. The names of their children were Malvina, Rose Ann and David Marshal. Mrs. Wright died at the place of her residence in Wabash Co., Il. in the year 1844 in the 46th year of her age.

9th DANIEL McINTOSH was born in Warren Co., Ky., October 1st, 1801. He was about 13 years old when the family arrived in Illinois. After reaching manhood and having learned the wheelwright's trade with his father, he was united in marriage with Miss Jane Scott, a native of Shelby Co., Ky. The marriage was solemnized in Crawford Co., Illinois, February 19th, 1824, the year the Indians left this part of the country for the far west.

He settled in Wabash Co., Il. where he worked at his trade until the year 1830 when he removed to Crawford Co., Indiana. He lived many years in Leavenworth, the county seat, where the writer passed six months of the year 1853 with him. His progeny consisted of six sons and four daughters as follows: Sarah Ann, William Henry, Amanda and Eliza (twins), James Marion, Martin Harvey, Samuel Anderson, John Julius and George M. Dallas. He died in Crawford Co., Indiana, December 14th 1886. The twin girls died in early life. One in Illinois and the other in Indiana.

9th LUCINDA McINTOSH was born in Warren Co., Kentucky in 1803, but unfortunately no reliable dates have been handed down. The date of her death which occurred in Crawford Co., Ind. is also lacking. She was united in marriage with Aasa Smith in Mt. Carmel, Il. and the burning of the seat of justice there some years ago obliterated all hopes of obtaining this date. Mr. Smith was well up in middle life when married, up to which time he had lived a military life. He was truly an old soldier. He served in the War of 1812 and also in Indian wars. He was captured in Indians near Lake Erie and was compelled to remain with them for six years before regaining his liberty. Mr. and Mrs. Smith took up their residence at Mt. Carmel where they remained until the year 1832, when they removed to Crawford Co., Indiana where Mr. Smith died at an advanced age. Mrs. Smith died at the same place some years later on. Their family consisted of two sons and four daughters as follows: Minerva, Permelia, Mary Jane, James and Samuel Elim.

10th WILLIAM McINTOSH was born, probably, in Logan Co., Ky., He was the younger member of the family and was but a lad when the family arrived in Illinois. Some time after this, he was taken in charge by a William McIntosh of Vincennes, Ind. of whom we will have more to say anon. By virtue of a namesake he was put to school at Vincennes, where he acquired a fair English education for those days. How long he remained in school is not now known. He remained in Illinois until about the year 1832 when he removed to Nashville, Tn. going by way of Leavenworth, Crawford Co., Ind. Some time after his arrival at Nashville he was employed by one Henry Hill to act as overseer or foreman on a farm in the South. While here, he was united in marriage with Miss Sarah Ann Sweeney. Sometime after this event, he returned to Nashville where he was chosen deputy Warden of the Tennessee State Prison and in this capacity acted for several years. About the year 1859 he removed to Tipton Co. near Covington in West Tennessee, where he died in 1882 at a good old age. He progeny consists of four sons and three daughters as follows: James Sweeney, Joel, Junius, Gordon, Sam Ella, Maria and Mary.

This shows that John Og McIntosh was the grandfather of seventy-six children.

William McIntosh, of Vincennes, Ind. above mentioned, was in no way related to our families, so far as known, further than being a descendent of the same clan. He was from the nobility of Scotland and was said to have been the most wealthy individual of the West at that time. He owned much land in Southern Indiana and Illinois. He built the first frame house in what is now Wabash Co., Il. at the Grand Rapids on the Wabash. He was treasurer of the Indiana Territory and a member of the Governor's Council. He differed with Gen. Harrison in regard to his Indian peace policy and held it in ridicule, for which he was court martialed and fined the sum of $4,000.00. A portion of this fine was, after a time, returned.

In the year 1813 Samuel and John McIntosh enlisted in the Northwestern army and served throughout that short but eventful campaign. After Commodore Perry had captured the British fleet and secured command of the lake, the army invaded Canada and pushed on in pursuit of Gen. Proctor and his ally, Tecumseh, who made a stand at the River Thames, where the final battle was fought. This ended the war in the North. Shortly after this many of the Kentucky volunteers were mustered out of the service and returned to their homes.


In the year 1814 the McIntosh family resolved upon a change of abode and preparations were made for an overland trip to the territory of Illinois. Some fourteen years prior to this, or about the year 1800, Levi Compton, in company with Joshua Jordan, acquaintances of Mr. McIntosh, had made an exploratory visit to the territory, and on their return reported favorably on the situation in the new country and about the same year removed there with their families.

So the way was already broken. Everything being in preparation, the family, with the exception of James, Margaret, and John, came from Logan Co., Ky., by way of the Red Banks on the Ohio River. At this point they boarded a boat and floated down to the mouth of the Wabash. Here they landed and came through Posey Co. to Princeton in Gibson Co., Ind. where they halted for a short time, then proceeded on their way through the southern part of Knox Co. and crossed the Wabash River at the ford of the Little Rock Rapids into Illinois. This ford is about three miles from the site of the Compton Fort where they arrived in the autumn of 1814.

As the northwestern territory was vast in extent and its people few in numbers, land during the early part of the century was of little value. In illustration of this we will mention that Levi Compton, at the time of the sectional survey of the Illinois territory refused to go to Shawaneetown, make affidavit and be identified as the veritable person mentioned in the survey of "Compton's Reserve." This Reserve consisted of about three sections of land and worth now fifty or more dollars per acre, and John McIntosh, the progenitor of our Clan, left one hundred and seventy acres of land in Warren Co., Ky., to be absorbed by the law of limitation when he left the state. The venerable old deed for this land now over ninety years of age, and signed by the Charles Scott Gov. of Kentucky, is in possession of the writer, who for many years has preserved it as an heirloom to be handed on down to posterity. Another relic of the past now in possession of the writer is what was called a "Pot Trammel." We will not enter into a description of this once indispensable instrument of cookery, one of which was to be found in almost every cabin of the land. This one was bought by John O. McIntosh, when he began housekeeping in 1782.

It served a double purpose on the trip from Winchester to Pittsburg. It swung the pot for cooking while in camp and attached the lead horse to the wagon while traveling.

It was in daily use for thirty years in Kentucky and, in Illinois until about the year 1845. It was on exhibition at the old settler's meeting at Vincennes, Ind. in the fall of 1897 where it excited the curiosity of many of the younger people. These and grandmother's Tea Canister bought in Russellville, Ky. about the beginning of the present century, have survived the wreck of time, and although their intrinsic value is too small to be estimated, their associations in connecting the present with the long ago cannot be forgotten. Could they but talk as we fervently wish, what a world of forgotten history they could unfold. It may be considered puerile to mention these things; but frivolous objects may draw the mind to nobler thoughts. When we consider the many dangers, doubts, fears, reverses and joys of which they could bear witness insignificant as they are, we conclude they are entitled to the space they occupy in this sketch.

On their arrival in the territory the family went into the Compton Fort. This Fort, and many others in the Northwestern Territory, was built late in the year 1810, or the early part of 1811. It was a stockade, and was the principal point of refuge of the pioneers from the various tribes of Indians that roved through the forests of that part of the territory. In a short time after their arrival here, the people, who had cast their lot in the new country, signed a petition directed to the Governor, praying that a county be cut off from that of Gallatin, and legally organized, that they might have a government nearer home than Shawaneetown on the Ohio River, more than a hundred miles away. In consequence of Mr. McIntosh being an acquaintance of Gov. Edwards, he was, by mutual consent, made the bearer of this petition. In obedience to this choice he made preparation for the trip, mounted his horse and set out for Kaskaskia, the seat of the territorial government. Kaskaskia is, or was, situated on the west bank of the river of that name, and near the Mississippi River in Randolph Co. Leaving the Compton Fort, he followed the Indian trail parallel with the Wabash River in a southwestward course, until he arrived at the settlement in what is now White County, and at the point where Carmi now stands. Here he directed his course nearly due west until he arrived at the point of destination. Such a journey as that from the Compton Fort to Kaskaskia, at the present day, would be comparatively, a small matter, but when we consider the state of the country at that time & an unbroken wilderness &no roads save Indian and buffalo trails &fords instead of bridges and the dense and entangled forest teeming with wild animals and hostile savages, we can readily see that it would be considered a hazardous journey by the average modern tenderfoot; yet he made the journey of 140 miles or more twice on business pertaining to the new county.

Kaskaskia enjoys the distinction of being the oldest town in the Western States, having been settled b the French, about the year 1673. On the 4th day of July, 1778, it was captured by Col. George Rogers Clarke, who thereby thwarted the wily machinations of Great Britain, and finally established the boundary line of the nation as far north as the center of the Great Lakes.

The petition was presented to the Governor who, on consideration of the matter, granted the prayer therein contained, and proceeded to mark out the boundary lines of the new born county. Mr. McIntosh suggested the name, Edwards, for the new county. The suggestion was adopted, and thus it was christened in honor of the territorial Governor. The county extended from the present north line of White County, north to the southern boundary line of Wisconsin, and included within its limits Fort Dearborn, the embryo of the present city of Chicago. The eastern boundary was the present line between Illinois and Indiana, and the western was the third principal meridian, now the western limits of Johnson and other counties.

Over forty counties are now included within the original limit of Edwards.

In the organization of the county Mr. McIntosh was appointed Presiding Judge and William Barney and Seth Gard, associates. Nathan Claypool was appointed Clerk, and Abner Armstrong, sheriff.

The county seat was at Palmyra, a new village, now a cornfield overlooking the Wabash River. Mr. McIntosh served in the capacity of Judge of the county until the territory was admitted into the National Union in 1818.

Mr. McIntosh, was a consistent member of the Baptist Church, which he united many years prior to his arrival in Illinois, and he preached the faith, in which he lived and died. Late in his declining years he had his burial robes made to his order; and then patiently awaited the time to be dressed in them. As before, stated, he was the father of ten children, and if the count be correct the grandfather of seventy-six. He died January 28, 1829, at the age of 75 years, 10 months and 22 days. His body was buried at the Compton family burying ground, within about two hundred of the Fort that he had first entered, fifteen years before. His disease, it was said was dropsy. This being only a symptom of disease, and, judging from the traditional story, we are led to infer that the cause of his death was Bright's disease.

Mrs. McIntosh survived him about two and a half years, and, while on a visit to her daughter, Lucinda, who then lived in Mt. Carmel, Ills. sickened and died there, August 5th, 1831, tradition says, of pneumonia. She was buried there at the Sand Hill burying ground. Her age was 73 years and 24 days. She was also a member of the Baptist Church.

In the year 1836, at about seven years after the death of Mr. McIntosh, his body was exhumed and buried by the side of that of Mrs. McIntosh at Mr. Carmel. This was done for two reasons. The first was the natural desire that their remains be at rest together. The second was, that the place where his body first lay, was so situated that little care was taken of it, and the frequent inroads of horses, hogs and cattle made it look desolate in the extreme.

Margret Jane Garner, who was born at Kenton's Station, Ky., on her father's birthday, died at Timberville, Ills. January 3, 1848, and was buried in the grave from which her father's remains had been removed in 1836.

The lives of Mr. and Mrs.. McIntosh have been counted with the past for many years. Their descendants have multiplied, and those of them now living are scattered far and wide. Many of them have passed over the great divide that forms the boundary line between time and eternity, and the time is not far distant when we too will pass to that bourne from whence no traveler returns.

May the blessing of God rest upon us all and permit us all to meet where there is no night, and tears are wiped from all eyes and parting is no more.

Let avarice depart from each daily vocation,

And prejudice fly to the realms of past,

While we join hearts and hands and offer oblation

To memory, e're 'tis by oblivious o'ercast.

Let the noblest intentions, inspire the heart's treasure,

As tendrils consanguine, leaps forth from the vine,

And in festoons of peace begirt every measure;

And around one harmonious body entwine.

O, could one but arise on the day's situation,

And proclaim from afar, by the pibrock's shrill strain,

And awake from a long-a morse meditation,

Each one who carries our blood in his veins.

Is it possible yet, to call a convention

Of the young and the old, the rich and the poor?

Or, is it imbecile the ideas to mention?

When all cannot keep the wild wolf from the door.

Yet invite them to come, from every direction,

From the high hills of wealth - from poverty's plain,

The field and the shops, what e're the connection,

And join a united - a brotherly train.

It surely would be the grandest of outings,

To semble in harmony somewhere on earth,

And cease for a time our wealth seeking scoutings,

And of life's busy cares let there once be a dearth.

While we are exchanging thoughts of memories olden,

The fortunes, reverses and deeds of the past,

In one life-cheering reunion golden,

E're we're all swept away by the death's chilling blast.