Baden's First 100 YearsPage Sixteen
Some time after the 300 acre Bryan farm was puchased, it was divided and half of it sold to Henry Bryan, my grandfather's cousin. Berry Street was the dividing live and the Sone House known as the Murphy home was built and used as an inn as well as a farm house. Ther was a post with a cross arm, on which swung a large iron horse to notify the weary traveler of food and shelter. In the surrounding fields, large pens ere fenced off to take care of the herds of cattle and flocks of turkeys that were being driven through, and were corralled there while the drivers dined and rested. Large flocks of turkeys passed through with sometimes as many as 1,000 in the flock. The drivers attended them with long switches to bring the strays back into the flock. The driver in driving turkeys always tried to time the speed to arrive at a tavern or inn before evening. As the land was covered with timber and when night began to fall, the turkeys would take to the trees to roost, and the drivers would have to camp there until morning, and await the pleasure of the turkeys. Roving bands of Indians passed through and often camped on the Bryan property. One band, upon camping one night, came to my grandfather for corn meal. Not having any at the time, he gave them some wheat flour, and they did not know how to use it, so they poured it out in a circle on the ground and danced on it. I have taken so much time in talking about my own people, I will have to skip many things from here on. THE MOORE FARM. The next farm is the Moore farm which ran from the Lutheran Church to Mr. Harry Machesney's home. The Moore men that I have any record of were James and Alex. Mr. William Moore, a son of James, was a very brilliant man-the father of Duncan Moore. Mr. Moore was the head of a large carpet and house furnishing store in Pittsburgh. He had a hobby for cattle, and raised and bred some of the finest Jersey cattle in the valley. When a much younger man, I was elected to my first political office, that of auditor, my assistants knew even less than I, as to how to make an audit. But after struggling for about three weeks, I had it finished. Then I was afraid to publish it for fear ther might be some mistake in it. I was a very delighted young man when he agreed to do it, but when he had finished I was very disappointed. The audit was found correct, but when I saw Mr. Moore add up three rows of figures at a time, I realized what a miserable accountant I was, and I knew I could never hope to do this. It keeps me busy adding one.
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