Joel HudsonThe following biographical sketch of Joel Hudson, who is still living,
was written by himself for the Springwater Enterprise in 1883, He then
being in his 89th year: I was born in the town of Chatham, Columbia, N.Y.,
on the 10th day of October, 1794. In 1799, my father went to the town of
Scipio, Cayuga county, and bought 145 acres of heavy timbered land with no
improvements. In the winter of 1800, we moved to Scipio with an ox team,
and were about three weeks on the road. In the spring, father put up a log
house with one room, about 18 feet square. For the want of boards he split
out and hewed stuff to lay the upper and lower floors. He had bargained
with a man the summer before to chop the timber on three acres of his
land. He burned the brush, and planted it to corn in the spring, among the
logs, and had a good crop. We brought two good cows with us from Columbia
county, and the second spring after we moved they both died, which to us
was a great loss, as we had left no others except a two-year-old heifer.
Cows were very scarce; none for sale, and not much money to buy with.
There were then eight in our family. Times were very hard, for there was
no market short of Albany. It was almost impossible to get leather there,
and we had to go the most of the time without boots or shoes. We cleared
our land as fast as we could without hiring it done. When I was about 15
years old my father cut his leg very bad and bled almost to death, and
never had good health after that. I was the oldest son and had to take
charge of the business, and I well recollect that I took as much interest
in it as I ever did of my own.
After the Erie battle there were two companies ordered to guard the
prisoners to Greenbush near Albany. Our company was one of them, and we
were glad of the arrangement. We were tired of being in Buffalo, for we
drew nothing to eat but fresh beef and hardtack, and that was very hard.
We could not eat it until we soaked it in cold water. It was not fit for a
dog to eat. We drew each morning, I think, a half pint of whiskey. I did
not drink much of mine. I used to give some of it to the prisoners. I
should have much rather had thy worth of my whiskey in something fit to
eat. The prisoners that we guarded were Germans, and said that they had
been hired by their government to the British and pressed into the
service; that they did not want to fight Americans, nor would not if they
could avoid it. After we started with our prisoners we fared better. We
drew potatoes by the tops to eat with our beef. We traveled, I should
think, 20 miles a day. We shut our prisoners in a barn at night, two of us
to guard them. We had to go back to Batavia and were then discharged
without any pay, which seemed to me to be wrong, for our company's home
was in Cayuga county, and probably not half of them had any money. How
they got home I cannot tell, as I did not go home with the rest of the
company. I had some money with me, but not half as much as I needed. I
started for home on foot, for I could not pay fare on the stage. It was
near 100 miles. I recollect, and always shall as long as I remember
anything, the last morning, when I was some thirty miles from home. I got
a scanty breakfast, such as I could pay for, and started off. I thought I
must get home before I could get anything more to eat. I traveled as fast
as I could until some 2 or 8 o'clock P.M. I was then some ten miles from
home. I was very hungry and thought I could not get home unless I could
get something to eat. I did not know what to do. Not a cent of money. I
did not know how to beg-I had never reached that-but after a while I
ventured into a farm house, and told the woman that I had been soldiering,
and had been discharged without receiving any pay; that I had no money,
and if she would let me have something to eat I would pay her when I
could. She set on the table some cold boiled victuals and bread and
butter. If she had cooked all day she could not have suited me better. It
seemed to me the best dinner I ever ate. I told the woman that I would pay
her for the dinner as soon as I could. She told me I need not pay
anything, that I was welcome to them. I then put on for home much
refreshed. I was very glad to get home again, and my folks appeared to be
very glad to see me. In the summer of 1817, I came out to this town and
bought 40 acres wild hand. In 1819, 1 shouldered my ax and pack with some
provisions and clothes, came out to this town again, and chopped off a
piece of said land, and cut logs to build a long house. After harvest I
came back, cleared off the piece chopped and sowed it to wheat, and put up
the body of a house. The next winter I moved out with my wife and child,
to a house near my land. In the spring I put a slab roof on my house, laid
the floors, and moved in it, where we lived until fall without any
chimney.
Source: Early History of the Town of Springwater, Livingston County, New York, by Orson Walbridge, 1887
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