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Historical Wyoming County Jan 1980 - Old Fulton History

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JANUARY <strong>1980</strong> PAGE 59<br />

(The Warners Cont.)<br />

to go to the neighbors to get a brand.<br />

Hardly had Milo began his struggles with<br />

the frontier when he was ordered as one of<br />

the militia in Sept. 1814, and sent to Canada.<br />

He left at home a young wife, a son only a month<br />

old and no neighbors nearer than three miles<br />

except her sister and brother-in-law (The<br />

Pauls) were living with them at that time.<br />

Fortunately he was gone but a month but<br />

came back with rheumatism and could do little<br />

with but great pain for two years thereafter.<br />

LOST BOY<br />

Milo had brought a nephew, Omri Fuller,<br />

son of his sister Chloe, whose husband had<br />

died. The boy was then but nine years old<br />

and rather odd and later as a man he never<br />

married and seldom said anything about himself<br />

or anyone else. Since Milo was unable to<br />

walk, he sent the boy Omri to fetch the cows<br />

from the woods. About dark the cows came<br />

home but the boy did not. Believing the boy<br />

had lost his way, Milo blew the horn several<br />

times to attract him home but he did not come.<br />

Neighbors three and four miles away heard<br />

the horn and came to find out what was the<br />

matter. They were anxious about the boy<br />

and thought he would be running through the<br />

woods in fright. Milo, however, thought he<br />

would more likely crawl under a log and go<br />

to sleep. It began to rain and the neighbors<br />

started out with horns and lanterns to look<br />

for him and tramped through the forest all<br />

night. They did not find the lad. Shortly after<br />

daybreak the boy came home dry. He had<br />

found the cows but could not make them go the<br />

way he thought was home. When he found he<br />

was lost and could not tell which way to go,<br />

he crawled into a hollow log. Asked if he<br />

were afraid of wolves, he said, "Didn't see<br />

any; thought I heard them howl." It is believed<br />

he heard the horns and thought it was<br />

wolves howling.<br />

Money was very scarce; about the only way<br />

to get any was from furs, but Milo was not<br />

hunter or trapper. He leached lye from ashes<br />

from the burned trees and boiled it down into<br />

potash and hauled it to Albany. It took three or<br />

four weeks to make the trip and then the expenses<br />

left very little. As late as 1850, one of<br />

the leaches he used could be seen near the<br />

brook north of the frame house, then on the<br />

site.<br />

EARLY FARM BUILDINGS<br />

J.K. Warner, a son, who remembered the<br />

log cabin, said there was an outside well, the<br />

ash-pen, a cheese house, and the smoke tub<br />

which alternately served the purpose of a smoke<br />

house and a goose nest. About the yard and<br />

adjacent shop were the log cheese press, the<br />

grindstone, the scythe and bush-hook hanging<br />

from the projecting logs of the shop. Sometimes<br />

a honey bee colony would make a hive<br />

in the hollow of a log and fill the space with<br />

treasured sweets. The front door was made<br />

of two and a half hemlock boards in the rough,<br />

fastened with cleats nailed on the inside. There<br />

was a hole in the center through which the<br />

children might peep upon coming home from<br />

school to see if Ma had any visitors and<br />

whether you might enter with the accustomed<br />

noise and frolic, just as you did when there<br />

was nobody there but "our folks". It was said<br />

that this hole was made by the discharge of a<br />

gun, fired for the purpose of awakening a lone<br />

corporal on the morning of "training day".<br />

The wooden latch was pulled up by a string<br />

through a gimlet hole a few inches above,<br />

just as in the days of Abraham. J.K., one of<br />

the older children, recalled the Sundays when<br />

he had to stay at home with the younger ones<br />

while the parents went to meeting. He would,<br />

in imagination, create robbers, savage Indians<br />

and mad dogs so you pulled the string that<br />

you might feel a little safer. There was a cathole<br />

in the corner of the door with its door<br />

swinging on leather hinges which old Tom<br />

understood so well how to open. The sound<br />

of the door crying for grease as it swung on<br />

its great wooden hinges was never forgotten.<br />

The familiar old door served other purposes<br />

after the cabin was replaced and was finally<br />

consigned to flames under a kettle of soap.<br />

The logs of the original cabin were not<br />

even rough-hewed except for a few in the<br />

southwest corner where the shelves were.<br />

Some of the logs there were hewed and a<br />

sheet served as papering and as a covering<br />

to screen the chinaware from the dust that<br />

shifted through the great cracks above. Chinaware<br />

consisted of old brown bowls and iron<br />

spoons and tin basins from which you ate<br />

pudding and milk; the pewter plates and the<br />

"big pewter plate" which always held the<br />

mush at night, pot, victuals at noon, and held<br />

the cold victuals the next day. The red potatoes<br />

they raised were especially tasty.<br />

CABIN FURNISHINGS<br />

There was an old looking glass on the parlor<br />

side of the cabin, always with an inclination<br />

forwards -at an angle of 45 degrees, thus<br />

giving the shortest as well as the tallest<br />

an opportunity to see his "phiz" and also<br />

furnished a convenient place for knitting work,<br />

combs, patches and the like. Ma's bed was<br />

in the northwest corner and the trundle bed<br />

under it where all the children slept at one<br />

time or another, sometimes three or four at<br />

(continued on page 68)

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