of dates, I subjoin here the family record as it stood at John Brown's death.
By his first wife, John Brown had seven children:
John Brown, junior, July 25, 1821, at Hudson, Ohio; married Wealthy C. Hotchkiss, July, 1847.
He now lives in Ashtabula County, Ohio; now fully recovered from his once dangerous malady.
Jason Brown, January 19, 1823, Hudson, Ohio; married Ellen Sherboudy, July, 1847.
Owen Brown, November 4, 1824, Hudson, Ohio; he escaped from Harper's Ferry.
Frederick Brown, (1st,) January 9, 1827, Richmond, Pennsylvania; died March 31, 1831.
Ruth Brown, February 18, 1829, Richmond, Pennsylvania; married Henry Thompson, September 26, 1850.
Friederick Brown, (2d,) December 21, 1830, Richmond, Pennsylvania; murdered at Osawatomie by Rev. Martin White, August 30, 1856.
An infant son, born August 7, 1832, was buried with his mother three days after his birth.
By his second wife, Mary A. Day, to whom he was married at Meadville, Pennsylvania, (while h
of dates, I subjoin here the family record as it stood at John Brown's death.
By his first wife, John Brown had seven children:
John Brown, junior, July 25, 1821, at Hudson, Ohio; married Wealthy C. Hotchkiss, July, 1847.
He now lives in Ashtabula County, Ohio; now fully recovered from his once dangerous malady.
Jason Brown, January 19, 1823, Hudson, Ohio; married Ellen Sherboudy, July, 1847.
Owen Brown, November 4, 1824, Hudson, Ohio; he escaped from Harper's Ferry.
Frederick Brown, (1st,) January 9, 1827, Richmond, Pennsylvania; died March 31, 1831.
Ruth Brown, February 18, 1829, Richmond, Pennsylvania; married Henry Thompson, September 26, 1850.
Friederick Brown, (2d,) December 21, 1830, Richmond, Pennsylvania; murdered at Osawatomie by Rev. Martin White, August 30, 1856.
An infant son, born August 7, 1832, was buried with his mother three days after his birth.
By his second wife, Mary A. Day, to whom he was married at Meadville, Pennsylvania, (while h
— with red-topped boots worn over the pantaloons, a coarse blue shirt, and a pistol belt.
This was the usual fashion of the times.
Hullo!
he cried, you're in our camp!
He had nothing in his right hand — he carried a water-pail in his left; but, before he could speak again, I had drawn and cocked my eight-inch Colt.
I only answered, in emphatic tones, Halt!
Or I'll fire!
He stopped, and said that he knew me; that he had seen me in Lawrence, and that I was true; that he was Frederick Brown, the son of old John Brown; and that I was now within the limits of their camp.
After a parley of a few minutes, I was satisfied that I was among my friends, put up my pistol, and shook hands with Frederick.
He talked wildly, as he walked before me, turning round every minute, as he spoke of the then recent affair of Pottawattomie.
His family, he said, had been accused of it; he denied it indignantly, with the wild air of a maniac.
His excitement was so great that he repeatedly re