“Iron Mountain City,” from the diary of Nathaniel Booth, February 2, 1847 – Booth travels west in 1847 in search of mining opportunities

Iron Mountain City
“is situated on the western bank of the Mississippi river 80 miles below St. Louis – 100 miles above the mouth of the Ohio River and 40 miles east of the Iron Mountain and Missouri City – the Iron Mountain and Mississippi Rail Road terminates at this place – this Rail Road will at no distant day be the eastern termination of the great Missouri Rail Roads – running many hundred miles in to the interior of the country and commanding a trade of a territory equal in extent to the Eastern and Middle States” – (there follows the same rules & regulations as in Missouri City, with an appropriate number of public buildings – parks &c. beautifully engraved and painted)
Signed J.L. Vandoran
Henry Pease Proprietors
This swindling affair – this wholesale robbery happily fell through from the fact that Vandoran aimed to swindle his associates as well as the public – the company offered him 100,000 dollars for his interest but he refused to withdraw for less than half a million – this swindling scoundrel was too good the hypocrite to admit a gaming office or a drawn shop within forty miles of the city in which he was to dwell – his refined nature could not endure the smell of soap or glue – his eyes would roll up with pious horror at the idea of a sin being committed in the presence of his paradise and yet he could cheat a poor man out of his last dollar – delude numbers with utter ruin by selling them a worthless piece of ground that he had never paid for – he could give to Asylums, Churches &c. land that belonged to other people – pocket the money of his unfortunate dupes and then go to Church – make damnable faces and thank God he was better than other people – the brothers of both Vandoran and Pease were Presbyterian preachers and the partners were models of Piety and Virtue – It occasioned a smile when I read the laws of the City already made – a city laid out for at least fifty thousand inhabitants – to see Vandoran Mayor Alderman and Common Council dictating rules and regulations like a Monarch – I have seen the site – the City of Missouri – fourteen or fifteen log huts – one furnace – are all in reality – the rest existed but in the imaginations of the projector and on their painted canvass – for 1500 hands I found 20 – no Colleges – no Asylums – no avenues – no nothing but the ruin those villains made – of the subsequent history of Vandoran I gleamed some particulars – my informant said that tired of building cities he now destroyed them – he was engaged in the oil business and had been burned out three times – once in New Orleans – in Cincinnati and in N York City – the last time occasioned the great fire in N York about two years since –
Ten or twelve years have passed since this affair started – even yet there is neither rail road – canal or even a turnpike road in the State – the present company have a charter equal in many respects to Vandorans – but they have commenced at the right end – by working first – by turning this great mass of Iron into use – and being of real benefit to the people and the Country –
The rain snow and sleet still play a tattoo upon our windows – after finishing the interesting document with help of a bass viol and three flutes I managed to drive away harmony and the blues till dark at which time our prospects are
1st A return without accomplishing the object of our journey
2nd Through snow a foot deep at least
3rd With a cutting North West wind in our teeth – driving the drift snow and sleet through us – freezing our blood
4th or staying another day in this abominable place
The least of these is sufficient to make any man feel vicious – and feeling at present particularly so – here goes at any they I can find fault with
1st the Weather – which is the essence of all that is disagreeable and unpleasant in the winter season
2nd the Roads – which are muddy, rough, crooked and running continually in the wrong direction
3rd Our Wood – sappy and worthless – fizzing – spitting and spluttering in the stove perfectly innocent of flame or heat
4th Our Tallow Candle – had we two we would be in total darkness
5th Our Fare – which I will attempt to analyze separately
Coffee! 20 parts water – 1 lb. of burned sawdust – 1 of maple sugar – 1 of sour cream which floated on the mixture like drops of tallow on a glass of water
Bread: Composed intirely from appearance, weight and taste; of Iron ore from the adjacent mountain and vinegar – the mixture to be perfect was but half baked
Smoked Beef – stewed in flour and water
Corned Beef – as Red as fire or the landladys face which is the same thing
Butter Strong enough to draw a hog through a stone fence – and certain mysterious compositions called by the family (in courtesy I presume) Cakes – The Lord only knows what they were – Opposite at the table sits the fiery face with an expression that plainly tells it would be unsafe to offend – next to her is her son’s wife – a “Sacker” newly wed – then came the daughters of the house five or six in number – hanging between good looks and the reverse like (illegible) between Heaven and Earth – four or five sons fill up the table – this family are from the East and the dupes of Vandoran – they are connected with “Pease” and say he was drawn into the business by Vandoran – last of all the bed to which I am about to enter a second time which is the best of the arrangements but rather sparing in cover – were it half as heavy as the landladys bread on our stomacks we could not complain of it – I hope for the sake of all that tomorrow will be a fine day

Diary of Nathaniel Booth – November 17 & 18, 1845

Diary of Nathaniel Booth - November 17 & 18, 1845

17
My twenty sixth birthday – Oh my! How old I am getting – twenty six – only think! for the sake of novelty consented to go on a “coon hunt” so soon after dark – having filled a basket with eatables and not forgetting a little bottle of “Oh Be Joyful” I started in company with Mr. King, Bland and others under the Captainry of Nase – an old darky well skilled in these adventures – Mr. King backed out and went home but the rest mounting a waggon drawn by two mules and driven by the immortal “Bill Turley” drove on in high spirits – after riding over a rough road for five miles we took to the woods and loosed the dogs – it was midnight and still no raccoon had been started so we kindled a fire and prepared a supper – cold beef – ham – bread &c. was portioned to each not forgetting the “Cretur” – and the way the victuals disappeared was a caution – in five minutes not a vestige remained – at length the dogs struck a trail and now the sport began in earnest – yow! yow! here they come; now they double; now (illegible) almost beyond hearing; again so near that we expect to see them – again they are off until a change in the cry of the dogs causes everyone to yell, he’s treed! he’s treed! hurrah! and such scampering never was seen – guided by the noise of the dogs, we gained the tree, a tall spreadly oak and disposed ourselves in battle array – a young darky ascended the tree and climbing within three feet of him began to shake the “coon” – hung like wax but Ben was too many for him and down he came crashing to the earth – turning himself on his back – his sharp claws and long teeth made him a match for dogs and it was not til after a desperate fight in which blood flowed freely from the dogs as well as himself that he gave up – he was the largest I ever saw and we returned well pleased with the sport – in the night George Lipscomb returned without procuring a situation

18
Skinned and stuffed the “coon” as a memorial of our frolic – spent the evening at Millers where we met a large company – a Mr. Hardy amused the company by this banjo performances – we danced, had music – and all left well pleased with our entertainers

From the diary of Nathaniel Booth – Aug. 20, 1849

From the diary of Nathaniel Booth - Aug. 20, 1849

Twaalfskill Aug 20 1849
I like old names so instead of Wilbur I shall call our little place by its ancient name Twaalfskill – the name of a little “spring stream” that boils from the earth in a dozen fountains at the head of “Jacob’s Valley” a particularly wild and romantic vale between this place and Kingston – The name signifies “Bass Creek” from the fact of many of the fine fish of the name being taken near its junction with the Rondout in old times – before the tannery, lines and flour mills poisoned the water and drove them far away – Twaalf is Dutch for twelve and applied to the stripes, six on each side, of Bass on our creek – so Twaalfskill shall be the name hereafter.
The day beautiful – arose early and was at my business before breakfast – Brown returned with a brother in law of his – He has not yet decided about the store – Baldwin is anxious for me to have it and has promised in the event of Brown not taking it to offer me a good opportunity to take it – next week is to decide and I am to await that time.
Mary came down – took tea with Hubert, then will so be another of the ______ If “coming events” do “cast their shadows before.” – Heard that Hubert’s sister is to be married to her cousin Rush – Hubert enraged at the match.

Nathaniel Booth Diary – Aug. 24, 1844 (painting by George Innes)

Nathaniel Booth Diary - Aug. 24, 1844 (painting by George Innes)

24.
Recollections
The style of the following was suggested by heaving Cookmans (I think) celebrated song called “analization” – I have endeavored to imitate it as much as possible in style as in idea – It was written years since.

“What is Saugerties made of?
Of the beautiful Hudson Esopus Creek too
Of Highlands and valleys a beautiful view
Of large manufactories – of streamers and clocks
Of a picturesque bridge and canal through the rocks
Of the cloud reaching “Catkills” so bold in the west
And out beautiful girls though last not the least
And of such is Saugerties made of.

What is Esopus Creek made of?
Of a beautiful lake and of streams from the hills
Of rapids and falls of mill seats and mills
Stony Point when in time of the cholera was put
A well waded cannon to keep vessels out
Of a hospital built so far out on a flat
Neither doctor or anyone else could get at
Of steamboats and sloops that are warranted sound
And a light house to keep them from running aground
And of such is Esopus Creek made of.

What is Red Hook made of?
Of a landing for steamboats a ferry too
On which you may cross for a shilling ’tis true
Of fisherman, fisheries and fish beyond number
Of negroes and grogshops and plenty of lumber
The Natives ashamed of the place by the ___________
Have transformed Red Hook into “Tivoli”
And such is Red Hook made of.

What is Hunter made of?
Of mountains and rivers – moschitoes and swamps
Of sawmills and tanneries – Bad colds and cramps
Of streamlets where trout can be caught with a fly
Of a “clove” where there’s plenty of ice in July
If you walk in the woods you will surely get lame
And make game of yourself if you seek there for game
And such is Hunter made of.

What is Elmira made of?
Of sweet Clinton Island – the river Cheneng
Which means “Big Horn” in the Indian tongue
Tis a place where the Indians did meet with great hopes
And where Sullivan cut all the throats of his “Hosses”
It has churches and houses the usual variety
And boasts of its “Young Mens Debating Society”
And of such if Elmira made of.”

I will analize Georgetown when I leave it till which “Requicseat in pace”

From the diary of Nathaniel Booth, Oct. 6 & 7, 1845

From the diary of Nathaniel Booth, Oct. 6 & 7, 1845

Image shown is a pencil sketch from the diary of N. Booth

Monday 6
George Lipscomb has left his situation for another in a dry goods store at an advanced salary – in my opinion he had better have remained where he was – he expressed dissatisfaction at his old situation – I hope he has not exchanged for a worse

Tuesday Oct 7
Cool weather thermometer 50 – the Potatoe crop has entirely failed in Europe and in some parts of this country particularly in the state of Maine on which the southern states mainly depend – this it is feared will cause great distress and has already materially effected the price of flour – provisions generally are on the rise a price – the rain on Sunday owns no praise save the attempt – the crops or streams scarsely felt it – many predict a hard winter and truly many things indicate it – the bees refuse to swarm and in many instances are laying up store on the outside of their hives which is considered a sure sign – the quantity of nuts &c. is said to be immense which is another sign – but signs are as often false as true

Revolutionary War letter: June 29, 1777

Revolutionary War letter:  June 29, 1777

Letter to Peter Van Gaasbeek in Kingston from Col. Jacobus Bruyn at Fort Montgomery, June 29, 1777. Bruyn was also a Kingston native, but was defending Ft. Montgomery in the Hudson Highlands in June of 1777. Just 4 months after this letter was written, on October 6, 1777, Bruyn was captured at the Battle of Fort Montgomery and held prisoner on board a British prison ship almost until the end of the War.

Dear Sir
As I was enumerating the many Circumstances, that seem to conspire against my Peace in this Life, it struck my mind that in some of my Observations for this While past I had Reason to suspect an Indifference in your Behaviour to me, which I must confess (tho’ I scorn an Intimacy without mutual Attraction) gave me no little concern when I considered that the same might have arose either from a wrong Construction of Appearances or some Artifice of treacherous and deluding Persons; but having carefully perused your favour of the 29th Ul.t wherein you have fully testifyed the Sincerity of your Regard, I think I should be unworthy a place in your Esteem, did I not in some manner retaliate the good Offices you have lately done me and which I cannot avoid assuring you have in a great Measure contributed to any comfortable Satisfaction ~ I should enlarge a good deal upon this Subject with an Addition of my own Sentiments respecting some matters Matters in which you have been lately entrusted as a Confident and which tell then I could not be justifiable in communicating, but here I must beg your Pardon and break of 10th it, as I am just now furnished with a Letter directed to me by Capt. Jansen, upon Perusal of which I am much surprized to find that that Gentlemen disregarding all his Protestations of sincere Friendship (not to mention his blackguard Language) has so far forgot himself as to deviate from those Principles of Truth Honor and Equity which I ever expected would have marked his conduct as a gentleman if not that of a Friend But to say no more till I have further Satisfaction respecting the Matter I shall conclude with my Respects to Miss Blandma if that will not be too much of a trouble and accept of the same yourself
From your Friend
and humble Sv’t
Ja’s Bruyn

From the diary of Nathaniel Booth, Oct. 4 & 5, 1849

From the diary of Nathaniel Booth, Oct. 4 & 5, 1849

“Saturday 4 – The weather is cloudy and bids for rain which is much needed – the springs and small streams are completely dry, compelling many families in the country to go miles for water – and as the mills cannot work, they find great difficulty in getting their corn ground – meal, flour &c. are consequently very dear

Sunday 5 – Rain at last – remained home all day – Little Elly improves daily and is the best child living – I almost doubt her ability to cry or be cross”
NB: Little Elly is Nathaniel’s & Ellen’s daughter

Kingston in the Revolution

Kingston in the Revolution 1777

May 3, 1777
George Clinton, Brigadier General in the Continental Army and soon-to-be first Governor of New York, drafted a letter to the Provincial Convention of New York which, unbeknownst to him, helped seal the fate of Kingston during te t tumultuous year of 1777 in the American Revolution. The letter, in part, read, “The conduct of many of these traitors was so daring and insolent that a sudden and severe example seems to me absolutely necessary to deter others from the commission of like crimes.” The “conduct” mentioned was rallying New Yorkers to join the British in the fight against rebellious citizens who dared to take up arms against the King. The “sudden and severe example” that the Convention agreed upon was hanging the guilty parties from a gallows erected near where the current City Hall stands on Broadway in Kingston. The unfortunate men: Jacobus Rose, Jacob Middagh and seven other men Rose and Middagh enlisted to serve the King. Rose and Middagh were just two of many convicted of treason that May, 1777 at Fort Montgomery, in the Hudson Highlands, and sent to Kingston There they were sentenced to swing from the gallows by the neck until dead. Records indicate Rose and Middagh swung alone on May 13, 1777. Some of their counterparts were “recommended for mercy” and others were sent to prison instead. (A receipt dated May 13, 1777 of expenses paid for the execution names only Rose and Middagh as actually being hanged and shows the execution cost the state 11 pounds, 16 shillings). This little-known event took place five months before British General John Vaughan and his navy troops reached the mouth of the Esopus Creek, disembarked, then proceeded to burn the town to the ground.
Did the public executions of Rose and Middagh in Kingston have something to do with the total conflagration of this city by the British on October 16, 1777? Seems likely. Justifying his actions after the burning, General Vaughan is quoted in a letter to British Lieutenant- General Sir Henry Clinton describing Kinston as “a Town notorious for harbouring the most rebellious People in that Part of the Country.” It was no secret that at the time Kingston did not tolerate loyalty to the King and in fact, treated it harshly. Documents miraculously preserved from the time tell us so. It was also no secret that a radical new governing idea, a government for the PEOPLE, was being shaped in the back room of Abraham Van Gaasbeek’s house here in Kingston. And likewise, it was no secret that the
rebels were attempting to put into operation “one of the best constitutions and State governments that has ever been framed.” Talk about defiance. It is no wonder that in Vaughan’s opinion, the rebels in Kingston were provoking him.
Throughout the summer, all along the Hudson River towns were preparing for the worst. Provisions were being stored, government meetings were being held in secrecy, batteries of artillery were being erected and there was an overall feeling of great anxiety. At this time, George Clinton was elected Governor of the State of New York which brought about new responsibilities for the General. He was now responsible for raising troops to assist wherever needed in the state. There were not enough soldiers to cover areas most threatened, and to make matters worse, on August 1st , Albany appealed to New Englanders: “Is our Country to be laid waste, the Friends of America to be banished from their Homes, their all to be sacrificed at a Time when it is in our power (if we will Unite) to Crush the Invaders in such a manner that perhaps will prevent their making any future attempts?” On August 2nd, Clinton writes to General Ten Broeck, “Indeed every Man that can bear arms must on this Occasion be brought to the Field…” He clearly recognized the dangerous situation surrounding him and continually exerted every effort to ensure the safety of every corner of the state. But the British were on a roll, destroying towns, attacking forts and creating widespread panic all over New England, especially New York and the Hudson Valley.
The Hudson Valley had every reason to panic. A major force under British General John Vaughan was sweeping through the valley, claiming lives and victories at Fort Ticonderoga, Fort Schuyler, Fort Defiance and Oriskany. Skirmishes ensued around every corner. These American defeats prompted General Schuyler in Albany to write to Clinton in Kingston, “If Burgoyne gets to Albany, our State is gone in all its extent; for the people who would not turn out to prevent the enemy from penetrating will not be able to do it when they are got in.” This was obviously a difficult thing for the Governor of the state to digest. Clinton reacted by calling out more reinforcements from all over, including Vermont, Massachusetts and Connecticut. But the Council of Safety in New York remained panic-stricken and sent Clinton a less-than-uplifting letter stating that “In
this situation, Sir, nothing but our own exertions and the divine favor can extricate us…and if our Neighbors, if the Grand Army, if the whole Continent determine that our little mutilated state shall bear the weight of the American War…let us brave the Danger which they will not enable us to repel.” And brave the danger they did. The American forces held fast at every point, took their blows and after a few victories of their own, began to believe that this enemy was not invincible. In fact, after a major victory at Saratoga for the Americans in October, it was now time to consider calling in some assistance to strengthen the army, which came by way of France. With renewed vigor and help on the way, the Americans continued to fight and plot movements of troops to attempt to counter every attack the British tried to make.
So, what was Kingston the Capitol of New York doing during this chaotic time? As mentioned before, secret, defiant meetings to define and shape a new government were still being held in Van Gaasbeek’s house; Tories were still being tried, convicted and executed; men and women were busy gathering their belongings and preparing to flee an attack they feared was imminent. Forts Montgomery and Clinton, further down the river in the Hudson Highlands, were also bracing for an attack which came late in the day on October 6. Both forts were taken by the British, but not without a fight. According the British Commodore Hotham, “The loss on the Enemy’s side is not yet exactly known, but they are supposed to have had about 100 killed and 250 taken prisoners. The greatest Loss on the Side of the King’s Troops are about 40 killed, among whom are some valuable Officers…” According to Nathaniel Webb, and Officer of the Second New York Regiment, “There were not more than 600 men to defend ye two forts against near 3,000. The Americans were grossly outnumbered. Gouverneur Morris, defending the Americans who defended the forts wrote, “The Militia behaved as well as men could do. We shall beat them.” After the defeat in the Highlands, General Vaughan, who led the attacks, was confident he could continue on to assist General Burgoyne at Saratoga, who badly needed him at this point. But first Vaughan had a visit to pay.
Over a week later, on the morning of October 16, Vaughan’s fleet of British ships anchored just north of the mouth of the Esopus Creek. Claiming he was cannonaded by a breastworks just thrown up on shore in Ponckhockie, Vaughan ordered his troops to storm the town and lay it in ashes, which they did. Finally, the rebellious, defiant Captiol of New York would be silenced. Vaughan left Kingston the victor. Or was he? While proceeding up the Hudson with the lingering smell of smoke still in the air, Vaughan received word that Burgoyne was forced to surrender at Saratoga. This single victory was enough for the Americans to believe that suddenly this was a war they could win. It took 5 more long years and thousands of lives before the Americans could claim ultimate victory in the war and the states could become truly united. The radical idea of freedom and justice for all prevailed. And that defiant Captiol city that burned for its rebellious intentions was immediately rebuilt and today continues to be a reminder that the freedom we enjoy came at a tremendous price

(Photo: Vandenburgh-Hasbrouck House, Green Street, Kingston, New York)

The Burning of Kingston

I will begin posting primary source documents pertaining to Kingston during the Revolutionary War starting tomorrow!  Stay tuned through the month of October, where you will read first-hand accounts of the British invasion of the Hudson River Valley, ending with the burning of Kingston on October 16th!  You won’t want to miss this 🙂