Pioneer history of Ingham County, compiled and arranged by Mrs. Franc L. Adams, secretary of the Ingham County pioneer and historical society.

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teams before the door, and the old Turner, Walkins and Tompkins
iron foundry is taking off a heat.
Our walk ends here and we hope the listener is not as tired as
our walk has made us, but as our vision travels back we can see
Mr. Henry Mosley whispering some business into his father's
ear across the street from where we stopped. Mr. Mosley is the
deaf miller at our end of the city.
As we grow older we love more and more to recall those early
days and live them again in memory.
RECOLLECTIONS OF THE CIVIL WAR.
The display of flags and bunting, the sound of martial music,
the recruiting stations on our main streets, also the patriotic public meetings, the proclamation of President Wilson, in fact all
this bustle, this dread, this uncertainty of what the future has in
store for us as a people, a nation, a government, brings back to
my mind buried but not forgotten memories of the opening events
of the great Civil War.
I was very young at that time, too young to comprehend all the
meanings of those stirring times, too young to know a Freesoil
Democrat from an Abolitionist or Fremont Whig, by their political talk, etc., but my young eyes saw and formed miniature pictures in my brain of events that took place and of people in this
city who took part, who were the actors in this great drama of
human blood and carnage. Can I in a few sentences tell or recall
these almost forgotten war memories or pictures so that some of
the older people who lived here at that time, who witnessed the
same, can recognize them? I will try.
My first recollections go back to the spring of 1861 when I was
a beginner in the public schools, a first grader in the First Ward
Union School-now the Cedar street-with Daniel O'Rork as
principal and Miss Limeback my teacher. My first sight of the
"Boys in Blue" was a squad under the command of an officersergeant-drilling in front of the old Butterfield Hotel on Franklin
street near the school house. Some of the older boys who stood
watching them drill became so enthused with the martial spirit