Virginia Caroline Edmonston (Mrs. M. W. Kean) sent an
interesting family story to the Huntingburg Independent (Indiana). It was
published 1 Aug 1911. It tells so much about her father, Bazil Brooke Edmonston,
Jr, and the early experiences of their
family....Vicky Matlock Dear
Independent: I was born Oct 4, 1836 at
Kellerville in a little log cabin on the right side of the road as you enter the
town from Jasper. My father was Col. B.B. Edmonston and my mother was Johanna H.
McDonald Edmonston who was the first white, and for some time the only, white
girl in Dubois County, having come from Fayette Co KY with her parents in 1803.
Her brother Allen M. McDonald was the first white child born in Dubois Co. He
was born near the Sherritt Graveyard. I have often heard my mother tell about
grandfather McDonald coming to this country and settling. He came in 1801 and
built the first log cabin in Dubois Co. It stood near the Sherritt Graveyard. My
great Aunt was the first person buried in the cemetery. There now lie buried
there my grandfather and grandmother McDonald and my uncle, Allen
McDonald. At the time they came there were
lots of Indians and they came one day to my grandfather's cabin. They insisted
that the paleface should be initiated into the mysteries of and the secrets of
the original redmen. He consented whereupon one of the braves killed a hawk. Its
head was cut off and impaled on a tall pole. When all proceeded to the banks of
Mud Hole Creek, Pale Face McDonald was given the pole and required to hold the
hawk's head above his own while the Indians joined hands and danced about him in
all their gruesome style. He thus became the first adopted redman in Dubois
County and lived to tell the tale to his future
neighbors. In our family there were nine
children, three boys and six girls. One died in infancy and the others all lived
to be grown. My sister, Minerva, died in August 1860 and was the first person to
be buried in Shiloh Cemetery. My brothers and sisters are all dead and I am the
only one of the family living. My sister Nancy Weathers died 1 April 1911 at the
age of 81. When I was six months old my parents
moved to Jasper. Here I spent my childhood and went to school in the old log
school house. Well do I remember the old log fireplace, the puncheon floor and
the old slate writing desk. Later a frame building was erected. For some time
the school was 'kept' in the Cumberland Presyterian Church. Here the Rev.
Cheever was teacher. In 1839 when I was but three years
old the court house was burned. It was night and I would jump out of bed, go
look at the fire and then go back to bed, keeping this up until the building was
consumed. I was terribly frightened. I remember well the building of the brick
court house and the first Catholic Church. At the latter place we children
played and made mud cakes. In 1854 the cholera was raging and many people died.
Among the prominent ones were John Harker, blacksmith, and Robert Carr. We were
living where the jail now stands. Father was building a new house where Trinity
church stands and the doctors told us to move at once as the new lime would be a
preventive of the disease. We moved and brother Brooke took the cholera but
recovered. April 9, 1856 I was married to
Milton W. Kean. For one year after our marriage we lived at Jasper then moved to
what is now the Andrew Schmitt farm three miles west of Ireland. Here we lived
ten years then moved to Ireland where I have since made my home. My husband was
a veterinary surgeon and with Sam McCrillis opened at Jasper the first drug
store in the county. After moving to Ireland he kept a drug and grocery store.
Mr. Kean died 3 March 1880. I am the mother of two boys: Samuel E. Kean who
lives with us and Horace M. Kean who lives in Indianapolis and is the first
assistant to the attorney general, R.M.
Milburn. When I was a girl there were lots of
deer, turkey and other game in the woods. The squirrels were thick and men
killed them with guns, clubs and whatever they could to keep them from eating
the crops. When I was about seven years old, one day a cry was raised that a
deer was coming into town. Men, children and dogs turned out to chase it. The
deer ran down Main Street, turned north, jumped a rail fence and escaped into
the woods. My husband, while hunting, killed two deer with one shot. When we
lived on the farm the wild turkeys roosted in our backyard. I have many times
seen Mr. Kean stand in the door and shoot the best of the
flock. My father, Col. B.B.Edmonston came
to Jasper from Buncombe Co NC when he was sixteen years of age driving a team
all the way. He came to be one of the county's leading men. He was clerk of the
court for twenty-eight years and filled every county office. A more generous and
free-hearted man never lived. No one came to him for help and was ever turned
away. At one time he was a wealthy man but through his generosity he died a poor
man. During court people came in large numbers and put up at our house. It was
like a hotel. They brought their horses and none paid a cent for board or
lodging. I have known my father to rise, while court was in session, and say to
someone, 'Mr. A, have you any corn or hay to sell? The horses are starving and I
will pay any price for feed.' The horses belonged to his visitors. When father
collected taxes the people paid in coon skins or anything of the
kind. When I was a child nearly everyone
kept a jug of whiskey about the house and drinking was a common custom. I have
heard father tell many times about going to prayer meeting when it was held
around at peoples' houses. He went one day and when the minister asked the
congregation to kneel in prayer, one good brother knelt beside the bed and spied
a jug of whiskey under it. He quickly seized it and soon the liquor was gurgling
down his throat. He replaced the jug, wiped his mouth and shouted, 'Oh my
blessed Redeemer!' I remember one year in August everybody came to Jasper to
vote. In the old Joseph Egg property where Florian Gutzweiler now keeps a saloon
was a grocery store and saloon. The men gathered there. They would go into the
saloon and drink, come out, pull off their shirts and fight, wash themselves,
shake hands and go back in and drink
again. The Monroe's used to keep the flour
mill at the site of the Andrew Eckert Mill. I lived on the farm during the Civil
War and we were very much afraid of Morgan and his raiders. When there were
rumors that he was coming through southern Indiana we went to Jasper, thinking
we would be safer at that place. Word came to town that raiders were in Patoka
Bottoms and the men were ordered to mold as many bullets as they could. The
Loogootee Home Guards were sent for. It was a strong guard. When they reached
the town they joined the Jasper Home Guards and all marched to Patoka Bottoms.
It was night and the camp fires were seen brightly blazing. The guards
surrounded the camp and ordered the raiders to surrender. They did and proved to
be a band of hunters who had set the leaves
afire. I professed religion 17 Feb 1876 and
joined the Cumberland Presbyterian Church 2 April 1876, and have remained loyal
to that church ever since. I am a charter member of Colfax Rebeckah Lodge. I am
blind in one eye but read, write and sew without glasses. I am not physically
strong but my memory is as good as it ever
was. Mrs. V. Carrie
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