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| 1 | 1754 Andre obtained a concession of land from Maitre le chevalier de Longueuil. | LALONDE, Andre (I5333)
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| 2 | Born before the foundation of St. Benoit in 1799 | VERMET, Marie Louise (I87)
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| 3 | Lieutenant de milice de Kamouraska en Mar 1721; Tonnelier, Menuisier, Charpentier | ROY, Pierre dit Desjardins (I5990)
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| 4 | Metis | VILLEBRUNE, Josephte dit Plouf (I10955)
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| 5 | Metis script # 10856 | LALIBERTE, Angelique (I10957)
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| 6 | Metis script # 10863 dit Tupin dit Toutpetit | VERMET, Joseph Albert (I10956)
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| 7 | Morte subite | MORIN, Noel (I6076)
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| 8 | Note: elle epouse en secondes noces, Jean-Baptiste Levasseur | LANDRY, Madeleine (I7439)
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| 9 | widow, former name was Honerkamp | HENKE, Mary Catherine (I2772)
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| 10 | At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. | VERMETTE, Anne-Marie (I13066)
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| 11 | When John Henderson Sr. was born, Greene County, located in the Cumberland River Valley, was part of North Carolina. Following the War of Independence, the area surrounding Greene County was offered by North Carolina as a cession to Congress to help pay off debts related to the war. When he was 9 years old, the area he lived in became known variously as the State of Franklin, the Free Republic of Franklin, or the State of Frankland. It was an unrecognized and autonomous territory in what is today Eastern Tennessee. Franklin was created in 1784 from part of the territory west of the Appalachian Mountains that had been offered up to Congress. It was founded with the intent to become the fourteenth state of the new United States. After the summer of 1785, the government of Franklin (by then based in Greeneville), ruled as a "parallel government" running alongside (but not harmoniously with) a re-established North Carolina bureaucracy. Franklin was never admitted into the union. The extra-legal state existed for only about four and a half years, ostensibly as a republic, after which North Carolina assumed full control of the area. The creation of Franklin is novel, in that it resulted from both a cession (an offering from North Carolina to Congress) and a secession (seceding from North Carolina, when its offer to Congress was not acted upon and the original cession was rescinded). Ref: Wikipedia article "State of Franklin" (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/State_of_Franklin) Note 1: The original name proposed for the new state was "Frankland" but the counties changed it to Franklin in an attempt to get Benjamin Franklin on their side. Although the State of Franklin rebellion was ultimately unsuccessful, it did contribute to the inclusion of a clause in the U. S. Constitution stipulating that new states could not be formed "within the jurisdiction of any other State" or states unless the state legislatures and Congress both okay the move. Ref: Smithsonian.com (https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/true-story-short-lived-state-franklin-180964541/ ) Note 2: His grandson, John Severe Crawford (1850-1938) has a middle name that does not appear in any other generation of his family. It is possible he was named after the governor of Franklin, John Sevier, head of the convention of delegates that decided to succeed and become their own state. He eventually became 'governor' of the new state. John Sevier (1745-1815) was a recognized Revolutionary War officer, land speculator, indian fighter, and statesman who had settled in the area of Franklin on the Nolichucky River. He was nicknamed "Chucky Jack", referring to his homestead, and was later charged, but never tried, for treason for the succession of Franklin. In the same year that Franklin collapsed (1788), Sevier was elected to the North Carolina Senate and participated in the passage of a resolution pardoning him for his association with the rebellious Franklinites. He represented Greene County in the convention in which North Carolina voted to ratify the new federal Constitution. In 1790 he was elected to Congress. Ref: NCPedia (https://www.ncpedia.org/biography/sevier-john) | CRAWFORD, John Henderson (I13707)
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| 12 | Antoine Vermette, Red River Pioneer Free Press, Winnipeg, Manitoba August 26, 1910 Take to the open winding road that follows the St.Boniface side of the Red River away to the south from Winnipeg and you will find peace and calm and contentment. Before you have passed two miles along the smooth earth trail with its wooded borders, and its quaint old-fashioned market gardens on either side, you will have entered a strangely soothing atmosphere of quietness and equanimity. Behind you is the tangled web of city strife, the rush, the roar, the clamor and the smoke; before you the brown road and the country side the breathes out in its subdued sounds and colors the sentiment 'Wait awhile and rest, the day is long!' When you have passed beyond the two miles you enter a hidden world of historical interest, for in the early part of the century and until the eighties this was the trail that led to the outside world, via St.Paul. Along this road the pioneer French settlers squatted and hewed out a clearing in the bush behind their homes, and it was on their behalf that Riel took the field. Here the Red river carts hauled by oxen were driven to the south by freighters, and returned laden with supplies; here the first Governor of Western Canada passed on his way to Fort Garry, and her passed the railroad builders, the mounted police, and many of the men who were to become the pioneer merchants of Winnipeg. Along the river steamboats plied to and fro between Grand Forks and Winnipeg. In the days when Winnipeg was in its swaddling clothes this was its main artery with the world beyond; as such it was worn smooth with traffic. Now it is forgotten. Today at every turn along the road appears a white-washed log house, its outlines softened and mellowed with half a century of use, and its shingles grey with age. These domiciles stand at the edge of a clearing fringed with rugged verdant woods, and only half of them can be seen for the others are along the river bank, and are only reached by a drive through the trees. Quiet, contented folk live there and till the gardens; they are the old time settlers and their children and grandchildren. The prairies with their promise of easy wealth have been not inducement to them, for they are bound by ties of deepest sentiment to the silent moving river; to the great elms, and maples and oaks along its banks, and to their own people. Money cannot buy these things. ANTOINE VERMETTE, THE BUFFALO RUNNER Eleven miles along the trail where the river makes a deep band, lives Antoine Vermette, and if you should enquire for him among the neighbors they would say, 'O yes, Antoine Vermette, the buffalo runner,' before directing you to his home. His reputation as one of the greatest hunters of the plains has stuck with him through the lapse of seasons. For forty-seven years he has lived in the same log house on the high bank of the river and cut out with his axe one hundred acres of forest. He did not touch a tree on what is probably the most beautiful point along the Red river, not excepting Elm Park. When you ask him the reason of this he will say: 'Why should I, is it not beautiful.' Antoine Vermette is a living exponent of the much maligned simple life. He is seventy-six years of age, and is still erect and strong, and he looks at you out of calm eyes. He still works in his garden and has not contracted the great modern disease of St. Vitus dance. He will tell you that his father lived on one of the adjoining farms, and only died recently at the great age of 104 years. A BUFFALO HUNT in the EARLY SIXTIES In the quiet of a Sabbath afternoon Antoine sat on a venerable old rocker beneath the single sunny window of his whitewashed kitchen and told a vivid and graphic story of his early life when for ten years he earned his living as a buffalo runner. This was in the early sixties, so that his memory spanned half a century in the telling of the narrative. He spoke imperfect English, and the truthfulness of his assertions was born out by the minute details with which he surrounded every circumstance. In a manner characteristic of the French people his voice quickened and his eyes flashed as he reached the points of spectacular action in his story. He illustrated his remarks by a movement of the arms. 'I have seen the whole prairie covered with buffalo,' he said by way of introduction, 'and I have ridden after them and killed them on ponies better than the fastest ones you have at the races in Winnipeg at exhibition time. I did that for ten years, and in those days I was like iron. Now the buffalo are almost extinct and I am sorry. To us at that time there seemed to be millions of buffalo running wild on the prairie, and they seemed to increase. We thought they would never give out.' A WILD CHASE 'Our horses would get just as excited and wild as we would to run after the buffalo. We could hardly hold them back and they would act just like a wild dog. We had to wait for a signal from the chief of the party to let them out, and by that time the blood would be dripping from their mouths through straining at the bit. They would lay their ears back and run with their necks outstretched and mouth open, keeping up the terrific pace for mile after mile. When we caught up with the buffalo herd which had been stampeded with fear, we would drop some powder down the barrel of out old muzzle loaders and place a cap ready. We did not use any wadding, and supported the gun in an upright position from the saddle, so that the powder could not run out. 'We always carried the lead bullets in our mouths, and as soon as we were ready to fire we dropped the wet slug down the barrel, where it stuck a little. Then we raced at breakneck speed until we were within a few feet of the buffalo. As there was nothing to protect the bullet from falling out of the barrel we had to throw our guns forward and shoot almost with one motion. It has happened that a man was a little slow in shooting and allowed the bullet to slide half way down the barrel before he pulled the trigger, then it occurred that the gun burst at the centre. We shot the shaggy buffalo through the heart, the ball entering at an angle from behind the shoulder. They would continue for perhaps twenty-five feet and then collapse in a heap. GROUND WOULD SHAKE 'The ground would shake with the herd running across the prairie, and the roar form the impact of the thousands of hoofs was like the rumbling of thunder. It was one wild race of hugh flying forms, with head low to the ground, and above the roar you could hear the excited shouts of the hunters. When we were int he thick of it we did not fear anything and we used to ride right into the heart of the herd. We were always looking out for big fat animals, and would raise in the saddle on the dead run and look over the backs of the flying buffalo to pick out the biggest one. Then we would try to shoot him in the kidneys at the small of the back, which was a vulnerable point. The hunters became so expert that they could drop a big cow or bull like this with the first shot. You must remember too that this was on he run, and that we did not take any aim: the rifle was lowered and fired simultaneously. 'The great sport was the race after the buffalo, and it was a test of speed to see which would reach them first. Sometimes we would strike some very rough ground, but the pace would never slacken. In June the bulls would generally be very ferocious, but I never knew a man to be killed by a charging bull. The horses were always fleet enough to get out of the way. It was a common occurrence, however, for a bull to hook a horse from the side and tear his flanks open, killing the poor beast instantly. 'There was a law that you couldn't shot cows after July 15, and if a man was found guilty of this he was fined by the chief of the party. They would also fine a man if he could not skin all he had killed. We hunted about three times a year in the summer, fall and winter, and each man in the party would get from ten to fifteen buffalo. Often we would go hungry for two or three days before we killed, and then we would feast on buffalo humps, which were the tidbits. We slept out on the bare prairie wrapped in blankets. A STRANGE TRAGEDY 'I only remember one tragedy in all my hunting experiences, and that was when one of the hunters became lost in a blizzard during a winter hunt about 1864. They did not find him until three or four years afterwards and then his bones were discovered wrapped in a dried up buffalo skin. It is supposed that when he became lost in the storm he skinned one of the animals he shot, and wrapped himself in the wet skin. Then in all probability he went to sleep only to find when he awakened that the skin had frozen around him sealing him in a living tomb, with the white snow as a shroud.' It is suggested to Mr. Vermette that he start from the very beginning and tell how the hunt was organized, with full details of where the buffalo were found, and the disposal of the flesh and skins. To this he willingly acceded. 'It was the custom,' he said, 'to spread the news about June 1 in each year that a hunt was about to be organized, and the method adopted to do this was to have certain men make the announcement when people came out from church services in the various parishes. The word was passed sometime previous to the date fixed that the hunters were to meet at the Pembina Mountains, which is three days' ride from Winnipeg toward the southwest. Great preparations were made for the trip, and men of all nationalities participated in it. They came from all the settled parts of Manitoba, and every man in the party brought his family. Usually there were about two hundred on the chase, and they had travelled long distances to come in Red river carts drawn by oxen. The men rode alongside the carts on their ponies, and each party brought flour and other provisions. Then when the big encampment had all gathered together a vote was taken, and some man elected to head the hunt. A man named Wilkie was the leader of the first party that I went out with. Then in turn this captain would appoint his lieutenants, one from each district represented. 'When all was ready the four men in the party reputed to be the best hunters were sent to spy out the buffalo and report. They each went in different directions, and each man was paid in cash for his services. Travelling all alone over the unbroken country they were sometimes gone for weeks before they reported game. MANITOBA WAS THEN UNBROKEN PRAIRIE 'At that time there were no farms to the southwest of Manitoba and we travelled across great stretches of prairie. When we got on the move we were usually accompanied by from twenty to thirty Indians, and we travelled continuously for almost two months before we came to where the buffalo were. We always hunted away to the southwest, where the United States are now; but in those days there was no boundary line. At night we made our tea and smoked our pipes, after which men, women and children would sleep on the prairie with the sky for a roof. We were usually up and on our way by daylight. Sometimes the weather was wet and disagreeable for days, but we did not mind it much. Then again we often had to go long distances in the hot sun without water which was a very trying experience. 'I think we used to travel about six hundred miles before we came to where the buffalo were. Then the women and children would be left behind with a few men to guard them and the hunters with provisions for two days would start out on the chase. When we came upon the buffalo we usually found them grazing or lying around quietly, and sometimes there would be from two to three thousand of them in sight. The buffalo showed great fear of men, and would start to run when the hunters were a mile away. The men would be keen to follow them, but it was the rule that no man was to start out before the signal was given by the chief. Any man who disobeyed this rule was heavily fined. BUFFALO HIDES AT $2.50 EACH 'At the close of the chase the carts would come up from the rear and the hunters would get to work to skin the animals they had shot. Then the flesh would be cut into thin slices and laid out in the sun to dry, spread out on willow poles. The cured meat would last from two to three years if it was desired to keep it that long. One Red river cart would be loaded with ten buffalo dressed in this manner. In the summer when a return was made to the settlements the women were set to work to take the hair off the hides and it was then sold for five shillings. In the fall and winter when the fur was good the robes brought $2.50 a piece. I wish I had some of those skins now. I remember that it used to take forty carts to bring in the fur and meat of one chase. 'I recall one year when there had been a prairie fire and the grass had all been burned off. We were in search of hay for our cattle and horses and went into the hills. There in one valley we found hundreds of buffalo and killed many of them. I remember again how a prairie [fire] stampeded a herd buffalo in a valley near Devil's lake. They had to pass through a narrow neck at the head of the valley, and the crush was so great that they jammed. Hundreds were killed. In the winter we used to hunt the buffalo on snowshoes, and often we were caught in the storms.' Mr. Vermette told of how the hunting party was often harassed by the Indians who were hostile to their hunting on their grounds and of how it was necessary to have sixteen men on guard around the camp each night. Men were killed in some of the battles. He stated that it was customary to plant barley and wheat in the clearings along the Red river in the spring, and this was harvested after the return from the hunt. It was all used by the family, and the settlers brought the grain in to Mariotte in St.Boniface where it was ground by a windmill. Mr. Vermette made his last hunting trip in 1867, and after that was freighting for the Hudson's Bay company as was his father for many years before him. He remembered Donald Smith, and was surprised to know he was in Winnipeg last summer. He stated that Mr. Smith had stayed at his place in the early days, and that Louis Riel had also been a visitor. On one occasion when he was freighting back to Winnipeg from St.Paul he accompanied Governor McDougall, and was with him when Riel forced him to return. The Vermette farm is within a mile or two of St.Norbert on the opposite side of the river, and is 22 miles from Winnipeg by water. The old settler has survived his wife by three years. | VERMET, Antoine (I11042)
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| 13 | "Not much is known of the brothers and sisters. One sister Lucy married a Thompson (Thomas Thompson) and eventually settled in the eastern part oft he town of Westfield, Chautauqua, NY." Her mother, Mrs. Dorsett, lived with her and died near the year 1830 perhaps and over 100 yrs. old -- was buried in the Farrington Cemetery near the town of Portland. There is no marker to designate the grave." "Joseph's parents came from Nova Scotia when 8,000 Acadians were exiled in 1755 because they would not swear allegiance to the British King. A sister of Joseph married a Thompson and lived in Westfield, Chautauqua Co., N.Y. Joseph's mother, who lived with her daughter Mrs. Thompson, was born in France, and was over 100 years old at time of her death." "Joseph Dorsett always lived near the old home at Union in Willington and died at North Ashford and was buried with his two wives in the cemetery there." | DORSETT, Joseph (I4072)
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| 14 | At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. | DUBEL, Rebecca Janene (I13223)
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| 15 | At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. | WILMES, Gertrude (I3699)
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| 16 | At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. | ORF, Virginia (I3545)
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| 17 | "soeur du Bon Conseil (nun) | VERMETTE, Marie Anna Clarilda (I1971)
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| 18 | "souer grise" (gray nun) | VERMETTE, Marceline (I1960)
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| 19 | Adopted at 3 years of age by Commodore Alexander Grant and wife Teresa Barthe. John Grant was buried 12 December 1854, St. Paul, Grosse Point, MI. | GRANT, John (I1691)
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| 20 | Alvin Bruner is buried at Arroyo Grande Cemetery, Arroyo Grande, San Luis Obispo Co., California Social Security # 531-28-6116 | BRUNER, Alvin Sylvester (I1424)
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| 21 | Antoine LaVallee changed his family's name to White. When Antoine died he went by George White. | LAVALLEE, Antoine (I4400)
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| 22 | Archange Bourdeau was the widow of Anthony Laviolette. | LARABEL, Alexis (I1630)
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| 23 | As a young man, George William Sutton, started out to study aviation design. But then turned to his true love of boats. He became an accomplished steel ship designer and builder. He started out in Portland, Oregon. In 1952, he moved his family to Orange County, California to continue his occupation. In California he built pleasure yachts, commercial fishing boats, party fishing boats, and oil rig tenders. In 1964, being pushed out of water front property, he moved to Tarpon Springs, Florida. There he continued his successful ship building business with more accessible water frontage. In 1977, he moved his business again to Flagler Beach, Florida. There he continued his business until his death in 1988. Most, if not all, his ships are still in use today. | SUTTON, George William (I1410)
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| 24 | Born on the farm of his grandfather John Louis Campau. | CAMPAU, Joseph (I1684)
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| 25 | Buried 10 January 1862 at Greinerville at Assumption Church. | CAMPAU, Archange (I1692)
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