This blog entry shall deal with finalizing, almost, the lands of Elder Daniel Miller (1755-1822). Elder Daniel owned land that today lies along the Upper Bear Creek Road of Miami township, Montgomery county, Ohio. When he owned it, and prior to that, the land was owned by Elder Jacob Miller (ca. 1838-1815). Normally to plat land it is fairly easy to transcribe a single deed and overlay that onto high-quality scans of the Montgomery County, Ohio Atlas of 1875. In this instance it is difficult as that particular section, in 1875 versus the early 18th Century, had been cut up into differing tracts. In other words, it was not easily done because of intervening deeds. To rectify this it fell upon me to pull all the deeds, at least those that were recorded for this section, which led to some discoveries.
A VISIT. TO FORT ANCIENT. FELIX J. KOCH, CINCINNATI. [For some two weeks in the Summer of 1910, a portion of the Ohio National Guard encamped at Fort Ancient, and during their evolutions enacted a sham siege of the Fort. This interesting incident led to many comments in the newspapers concerning the modern military movements in the fortress that doubtless witnessed scenes of barbarian warfare centuries ago. In an article brought out by the incident above mentioned Mr. Felix J. Koch, the distinguished magazine and newspaper writer, speaks as follows concerning Fort Ancient. — E. O. R.] A little matter of two thousand years, more or less, is of no concern when history takes it into her head to repeat herself; and so, while it was at perhaps the time that the Egyptians were setting up the Pyramids, that here in the Western Hemisphere, the Mound-builders were waging bloody warfare at Ft. Ancient, where they had their largest fortress; today the Ohio National Guard have selected the same place as seat of their encampment and maneuvers. So history is repeating herself at Ft. Ancient; though the manner of the war of today and of that other day is a trifle different. A little jaunt to Ft. Ancient is one of the most delightful outings in the world, — notably in the autumn or the early springtime. The quickest way is by rail to Ft. Ancient Station, from Cincinnati; or else, if one have an eye to scenery, via Morrow, and then drive over-land. Enroute, you look up data about the fortress, — or you may procure a little guide on the grounds. Modern Ft. Ancient is just a sleepy river hamlet, a town of a tavern, before which gather village-wise acres, to concern themselves rather with the corn-crop and the pumpkin harvest and the sums made from summer campers on the Miami, than with the discussion of matters aboriginal. Still, there is a surfeit of literature on Ft. Ancient. Away back in 1809, the reports go, — mention was made of the Fort.
July 19th. Sunday. Many people assembled, to whom I preached. The power of God and of the blood of Christ was felt among the hearers. Soon afterwards we bade farewell to our host, who had entertained us very kindly for four days. They wished us much success and blessing on our journey, asking us, if we should again come to their neighborhood, to visit them by all means. We would be welcome day or night. After wishing the Lord's peace upon them, we left them and traveled eight miles farther. July 20th. We started early on our way. We found no house for twelve miles, but met a large rattle snake, which barred our way, makiiig much noise. But wvhen we approached, it could not harm us, for the Lord protected us. Soon we met another one, which fled before us. We could not thank the Saviour enough for his gracious protection. At noon we stopped with an Englishman. He complained that for two years he had heard no sermon, although he had been compelled every year to pay the county minister. I had an opportunity of speaking with him about the assurance of faith. In the afternoon we again met no house for ten miles, but we struck high mountains12 and hot weather. In the evening we came to a house where it looked pretty bad, internally as well as externially, but the people were very jolly. July 21st. After marching twelve miles, we found a house and hoped to secure a breakfast, but as nobody lived in the house, a biscuit which I had carried about for fourteen days did good service. This we ate, while resting at a creek, and drank water to our heart's content. We traveled again six miles, when we found another plantation, butt the people told us they had just eaten the last bit of bread. Hence we stayed till the woman had baked some bread for us. Then we continued, wading through the North River [North Branch of Shenandoah]. We stayed over night with an Irishman. July 22nd. Leonhard [Schnell] had a bad attack of fever, which 12 The missionaries were crossing the North Moutntain, to get into the Shenandoah Valley.