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    on the Underground Railroad.

    I grew up in a house that was part of the "line".  One of the families in the Fairmount Indiana area that was instrumental in that branch was the Winslow family.  Later, the family farm would be home to James Dean.  The route through there came from Cincinnati, up through Pendleton and through Fairmount and the Back Creek area (where the Friend's Church I was married in still stands.

    One of these Underground Railroad stations was in Fairmount, and the Winslows, Wilsons, Baldwins, Rushes, Davises, Henley’s, Stanfields, Richardsons, and many others were active agents on this railroad.

                Pendleton, south of Fairmount, and Marion, north, were stations, and when an escaping slave was brought from Pendleton in the night time he was concealed in Fairmount or vicinity until the next night, when he was conveyed to Moses Bradford or Samuel McClure, at Marion, who in turn would convey his charge to Ashland, now Lafontaine. In this way fugitive slaves were housed, fed and conveyed to their destination in Canada.

    As well as the writer remembers, until January 1, 1861, the date of his death, at the age of sixty-two years, Aaron Hill lived on the farm now known as the Harvey farm, and his home was another station. For some time after Aaron Hill’s death the business was successfully carried on by his son, Daniel. One Sabbath afternoon Daniel Hill called upon the writer of this article and excused himself for not staying but a few minutes, saying:

                ‘I took seven runaway slaves to Bradford’s last night. There was the father, mother and five children. I had them four days. I put hay in my deep wagon bed, then had them get in and lie down. Then I put hay over them and ordered them not to speak. The only road was through Jonesboro and Marion, and it was  a bright, moonlight night. In driving through these towns I drove slowly, I passed through Marion just at midnight. I had my horses walk through town slowly, but when I got beyond town at a safe distance I whipped them into a gallup and delivered them safely.’

                This was the last ‘consignment’ that ever passed over the Underground Railroad through Fairmount Township. Some one calculated that as many as fifteen hundred runaways passed over the road while it existed. Daniel Hill was a frail, delicate-looking man, but it is due him to say he was heroism personified. He, like many others, hoping that the war then raging would end slavery, enlisted in Company C, Eighty-ninth Indiana Volunteer Infantry, and laid down his life at Alexandria, Louisiana, on that fruitless raid up Red River.

    By Mrs. Angelina Pearson.

    "I said, 'Wait a minute, Chester, You know I'm a peaceful man.'" J. R. Robertson.

    by NearlyNormal on Fri Feb 08, 2013 at 05:01:48 PM PST

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