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Residence of John M. Pugh, 1347 East Broad Street, built in 1890.

of Trade Building, on East Broad Street. In 1840 its manager was Ira Grover, its owner Colonel John Noble. H. Hurd had charge of it in 1842 and 1845. It led an inconspicuous and chequered career, sometimes as a tavern, sometimes as a boarding house.

In March, 1846, Colonel P. H. Olmsted announced that in the following month of April he would take charge of the United States Hotel, at the northwest corner of High and Town Streets. In 1850 the house was "reopened" by R. Russell. J. Smith & Son took charge of it in 1851. Simonton & Son conducted it for a long period of later date.

The list of taverns and coffeehouses of the borough period, and of their numerous hotel, saloon and restaurant successors, might be considerably prolonged, but without historical advantage. If this chapter has presented facts fairly representative of the picturesque life and business of the early taverns and their congeners, its purpose has been accomplished.

1. Western Intelligencer.

NOTES.

2. Mr. Broderick had kept the Franklinton Hotel prior to his removal across the river to Columbus. Eliza Springer is announced as his successor in the Franklinton Hotel in 1816. 3. Ohio State Journal, December 12, 1827.

4. Address before the Board of Trade, July 24, 1889.

5. Various versions of this song, some of which are too coarse to be amusing, have been published. The following representative stanzas are taken from a very long one, containing both wit and sentiment, which went the rounds of the press in 1841 :

OLD ROSIN THE BOW.

Time creeps on the wisest and happiest,

As well as all others, you know,

And his hand, though it touches him kindly,

Is laid on Old Rosin the Bow.

My fingers grow stiff and unskillful,
And I must make ready to go,
God's blessing on all I am leaving-
I lay down the viol and bow.

This world and my cheerful companions,

I love, but I'm willing to go,

For a better, I trust, is in waiting
Above, for Old Rosin the Bow.

I've ever been cheerful, but guileless,
And I wish all the world would be so,

For there's nothing like bright happy faces,

In the eyes of Old Rosin the Bow.

Full many a gay-hearted circle,

Has tripped on a light heel and toe,
Through the good old cotillion and contra,
Inspired by my viol and bow.

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CHAPTER XVII.

FUR, FEATHER AND FIN.

The chronicles of the borough are not complete without some incidental notice of the wild creatures of the surrounding woods. Between the animal life of these forests, and the human life which sprang up in its midst there were naturally many interesting historical points of contact.

It

In all the annals of the Ohio Wilderness, the abundance and variety of the wild beasts and birds which infested it obtained conspicuous mention. Its Iroquois conquerors regarded it as a hunting ground, and at the time of its first exploration by white men, parties of Indian nomads were roaming it in quest of its game. was this which tempted the Wyandots south ward from their villages about Detroit and Sandusky, and this, probably, which brought the Mingoes westward from their haunts on the Susquehanna and Mohawk. In every part of Ohio have been plowed up the arrowheads of flint spent from the bow of the moccasined expert of the chase. In no part were his skill and daring more liberally rewarded than in the Scioto Valley. The first explorers and settlers of that region all concurrently testify that they found its forests abundantly peopled with every species of indigenous game, both furred and feathered. The proofs are abundant that in this particular no exception is to be made of the forests which environed the borough of Columbus. The village hunters usually went east, says Doctor Edward Young, nor did they need to go farther than where Twentieth Street now is to find all the game they desired.' The Indian hunters lingered in the neighborhood long after the first white settlements began, and for many years pitched their annual camps on Walnut Creek, and other watercourses of Franklin County.

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When we first came to this country," says Joel Buttles in his diary, "there was a great deal of wild game, of course. I have sometimes killed three deer in one day. Turkeys were numerous, and easily killed. Wolves were also numerBears were few, the country being too level to suit their habits. Buffaloes had long before left the country, though there had been a time when there were many about. Raccoons were an annoyance because of the damage they did to the corn in the fall season. The wolves could not do much damage because the sheep were so few at that time, but they destroyed young pigs, and it was our interest to kill them when we could. . . I trapped for them, and caught many, though my younger brother Aurora had better success than I had. I also took, in trapping for wolves, many of a certain kind of animals called fisher- a longlegged, darkbrown animal. The wolf, when caught, seeing no way of escape, gives up all at

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