friends when he could do so honestly. Judge Mason is entitled to all the Professor said in his favor, and I think it can be truly said that Judge Mason's speech before the Supreme Court in the boundary case between Iowa and Missouri contributed potentially to Iowa's success. Governor Hempstead was a most genial man. There were no political parties during the first Territorial Legislature and Hempstead was a great favorite. He always had a pleasant word and was full of anecdotes. Timothy Fox, Lewis Epps, and George Shed, as a committee came out from Massachusetts and located the town of Denmark; they located many claims for others. This was before the public lands were surveyed. They went back home and returned with their families and many other families, and with them came Father Turner as their minister. They brought with them more means than most settlers had done, and they at once built a church, one of the largest and best in the Territory, and from the start they acted like a well ordered family, Father Turner at the head. They met in church meetings to determine on the policy to be followed, no matter whether it was the candidate to be voted for at the election, or the charity to be given to the many applicants they had. I was closely intimate with Father Turner, and I feel that I can safely say that of all the good men I have ever known, Father Turner was the best. An incident will illustrate his thoughtfulness. There was a certain man, smart and tricky, who lived near Denmark, who was mad at the Denmark people because they would not support his political ambition. There was a simple-minded religious fanatic supposed to be harmless that lived or rather stayed in the Skunk timber near Denmark. One day Father Turner, who lived a little outside of the town, saw this man coming down the road walking rapidly, with a gun. Father Turner knowing that the man was not fit to have a gun, went out to the road and enquired what he was going to do with his gun. The man said he was going to town to shoot Fox, Epps and Shed, all very bad men. "Well," said Father

Turner, "are these bad men fit to die?" "Oh no," said the fanatic." "Then," said Father Turner, "would it not be better to imprison and convert them before killing them?” This proposition was at once accepted and Father Turner sent him to Fort Madison for writs for the bad men, taking from him the gun to keep until his return. No more was heard of the fanatic, and many months afterwards the tricky man claimed and got his gun. Nothing could be said that was too good of Father Turner.

James G. Edwards and his good wife have never been and never will I fear, be duplicated. There was no good work that they did not lead in, and, having no children of their own, the good wife was the mother of all the children of Burlington, and was always leading in all the good works that women. engage in and that make the community so much better and happier. Edwards was a great news gatherer. There was no convention of any kind that he did not attend. He was a regular attendant on the Legislature, and during their long married life this couple were never separated a single night during his life, which was a very remarkable thing.

Mrs. Lockwood, of the Lockwood House in Burlington, durring the session of the first Territorial Legislature, and afterwards the wife of J. T. Fales, was a grand woman. During the rebellion she devoted her entire time to the nursing and caring for the wounded soldiers in Washington, and there was no better man than Fales. The wife, before her death, exacted a promise from her husband and sister that they would in proper time get married. The sister had lived with them for a long time. She was a good methodical home woman and is still living, I think. I wonder that so little was said of Judge Williams. Judge Wright said to me, when in Washington a few years since, that he thought Judge Williams impressed his character on the people of the Territory and State equally with any man of the early days for all that was good. He was always cheerful, always a leader in any crowd, always a leader in church and the temperance cause,

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would join Jack Cook, Ed. Thomas and Richmond in a serenade, would join in innocent jokes, and play off ventriloquism as a joke. The praise of Enoch W. Eastman by the Professor was a well deserved compliment. There probably never has been a harder contest in Iowa than the one made to have that first Constitution adopted. Gen. Dodge, who by common consent was to be United States Senator, had secured, before he left Washington, letters from army officers, trappers, Indian agents and traders, certifying that the "Missouri Slope," as now called, was a barren, sandy desert that never could be settled by white men and was only fit for Indians, wolves and coyotes. These letters he incorporated in a circular in which he said that there never could be authority had from Congress to extend the State line to the Missouri River. Both parties accepted the statement of Dodge as substantially The fight was substantially by the Democrats to get the offices and by the Whigs to defeat them from getting the offices. Lee County, I think, gave at least half of the Democratic votes that defeated the Constitution. There were about fifteen hundred voters on the half-breed tract. Dodge had failed to get an Act of Congress in their interest passed and they were mad at him and mostly voted against the Constitution. This same influence afterwards kept Dodge two years out of the Senate. When the State was admitted, Eastman had just come to Burlington with enough good old-fashioned honest New Hampshire democracy for a whole regiment. He did not like the boundaries of the Constitution, but he liked. less the taxing of a people that almost literally had no money to create a herd of offices to be paid for by the people, and he went into the fight on this line with a will. Mills joined him, and from the time that they took a stand against the adoption of the Constitution there was nothing too bad for the friends of Dodge to say of them. Eastman was very poor and had not much to do but talk politics, and the friends of the adoption of the Constitution claimed that he was a demented fanatic, and that Mills was simply trying to defeat.

Dodge. These charges only maddened Eastman and Mills, and with the farmers who paid the taxes, they had the advantage. There was almost a unanimous vote of the farmer Democrats between Fort Madison and Burlington against the Constitution. Eastman was of the highest type of stubborn, honest conviction and it was only in his last years that he was estimated at his true worth.

There can no true history of Iowa be written that leaves out Gen. G. W. Jones, Dan Miller, J. C. Hall, Rev. J. B. Grinnell or George G. Wright.

Washington, May 2, 1892.

HAWKINS TAYLOR.

WAR MEMORIES.

WELL remember the first time I ever saw Gen. Wm. T. Sherman-Tecumseh Sherman-him who afterwards marched to the sea. It was at Gen. Grant's headquarters in the rear of Vicksburg during the siege, where I had gone with some comrades on their invitation. I did not see Gen. Grant there, but there were many others, all strangers to me, one of whom particularly attracted my attention. He was a tall, straight man, wearing a dirty blue blouse, without shoulder straps, but I judged him to be an officer. His hair was light in color, and his beard, which was red, did not seem to draw the line anywhere on his face, but grew nearly as luxuriantly on the end of his sun-burned nose as on his chin, and altogether he had a weather-beaten looking countenance. But it was not his dress nor his face that was his drawing card—it was his manner. He walked about in all directions within the limits of the apartment, making all kinds of gestures and motions with his arms and legs, sometimes bending his knees as a woman does in curtsying. When we got away, I asked my companion who he was, and was amazed to learn that that was General Sherman.

It was

about this time that the troops had learned his middle name and began to call him "Tecumseh."

I did not see Gen. Sherman again for nearly a year. I was at Ringgold, Georgia, in April, 1864, at the headquarters of Gen. Baird, the commander of the third division of the Fourteenth Corps. This command at that time occupied the extreme advance of Sherman's army, awaiting the time for the beginning of the Atlanta Campaign. One gloomy morning I stood on the porch of one of the three little frame buildings which formed the headquarters and faced the steep mountain from which the signal corps detachment waved or flashed their communications to Lookout Mountain, fifteen miles behind us. A tall, lithe man, whom I immediately recognized as Gen. Sherman, stepped up with almost a sweet smile and inquired for Gen. Baird. He wore a new uniform, on each shoulder of which were two stars, the insignia of a Major General. He was like, but still unlike the Sherman of Vicksburg, for his restless manner had given place to one of calmness. There was no sternness, hauteur or disdain in his air.

The next glimpse I got of him was on the following Fourth of July. The head of our division, which on that day had the advance, at noon struck the skirting timber of the Chattahoochee river and surprised the rebels there at their dinners, resulting in a brisk skirmish with the accompanying rattle of musketry, soon followed by the victorious cheers of the Union. troops who drove their foes across the yellow stream at Pace's Ferry. Here Gen. Sherman came up, almost alone, to a point where the road forked, and dismounting from his horse, took from his pocket a map, which he looked at for a moment and then remounted and rode on.

My next glance at this chieftain was after the fall of Atlanta and the chase after Hood. A few days before the "March to the Sea" began, it fell to me to be lodged at Kingston in the same little frame house that sheltered Sherman, with only a narrow hall between our quarters. Although I had not a