CHAPTER VI. "Go West, Young Man, Go West"-Out-door Speaking in New CHAPTER VII. - Foibles of an Enthusiast — First Fourth of July-First Ceme- CHAPTER VIII. State Senator-Free School Law - Congressional Canvass― How CHAPTER IX. The War Congress, 1863-5-A Seat Episode-Wilson, Kasson, CHAPTER X. Thirty-ninth Congress, 1865-7-Financial Problems-Red Tape- CHAPTER XI. A Personal Assault - Freedman's Bureau the Occasion with the Death. CHAPTER XII. Lincoln's War Cabinet- Salmon P. Chase-Edwin M. Stanton- CHAPTER XIII. Thaddeus Stevens-Schuyler Colfax-John A. Logan-Gratz Our Notable Guests· CHAPTER XIV. Wendell Phillips-John Brown — Horace Greeley-Henry Ward Beecher. CHAPTER XV. Some People I have met-John G. Saxe-George H. Corliss- CHAPTER XVI. Iowa and Iowans - Col. S. H. M. Byers, our War Historian Indians- CHAPTER XVII. The Sacs and Foxes in Iowa - The Friend of the Indians, CHAPTER XVIII. The Prohibition Temperance Issue-Skirmish Line Demonstrations CHAPTER XIX. Railroads- Personal Work- Central Railroad of Iowa- Receiver CHAPTER XX. Agricultural Affairs- Wool-Grower's Association - National Dairy- CHAPTER XXI. Grinnell University and Iowa College- Their building- Progress CHAPTER XXII. The Tornado of 1882- Descriptive Incidents - CHAPTER XXIII. - Relation to the Historical Address at New Haven, Vt., 1887 — Distinguished Ver- CHAPTER XXIV. The Cherokee Neutral Land Purchase― Emigrant Aid Company- CHAPTER XXV. Grinnell Quarter Centennial Celebration- Silver Wedding-A Ser- REMINISCENCES OF MEN AND EVENTS OF FORTY YEARS. CHAPTER I. Birthplace-Ancestry- Family Pioneers-Childhood-The Old Church and Minister Youthful Episodes - The Boy Schoolmaster-The Harrison Campaign. I KNEW the fortune, if it might so be counted, of rural life and humble poverty. The sorrows of orphanage were mine, but from the dissipations and perils of youth in cities I had a happy exemption. My claim as a loyal Vermonter has ever been unquestioned, and I refer to my oration in New Haven, after nearly a half century of absence, while speaking in the old church in the presence of veterans, friends of my parents, and the later generations, as to the minister who moulded the people, and the rude but virtuous life of the pioneers. My father's name was Myron, the eldest son of Reuben Grinnell, whom I introduce later. I was born in New Haven, Vermont, on the 22d of December, 1821, Forefather's day. My father, as the orator of the day, was addressing a crowd of grown-up pilgrims, in the church, at that hour, rather than greeting the arrival of myself, a young pilgrim. Josiah was the name given me, in honor of a noted clergyman of the town, Josiah Hopkins, while the second name, Bushnell, was said to be jointly for the Reverend Jedediah Bushnell, of Cornwall, and (that the youth thus heavily laden with honor might be inclined to the ministerial vocation) the famous Horace Bushnell, of Hartford, a leader of progressive theology, honored by a public park and a monument. Then, Hon. Campbell Bushnell, a lawyer of fame, ever claimed that I was named for him, also, by his next friend, my father, which is confirmed by a correspondence; and if there were wanting an apology for myself, a humble actor in the role of the ministerial and legal professions, I might find it both in the names borne and honorable associations of friendship and blood. Grinnell is a reminder of Huguenot origin, and an ancestry rich in traditions of history, and of men tried and true in the dark hours of religious persecutions - men with iron in their blood. In peace, their children were men of affairs. They could scale mountains, navigate seas, and must be classed with the great reformers, without "principles for sale" or religious convictions to barter. It is the common remark of those who have studied our genealogical tree that there has never been one of the name convicted of an infamous offense, which opinion I have no occasion to discredit, however indifferent many of the name may have been to their blood, and a fortunate history and environment. Grinnelle, in the original French, became the same name withont the terminal "e" or with one less "1," and abbreviated by the loss of an "n"; thus arose the variations of a name from one root, being many branches from the same trunk. There was a family "Coat of Arms." I only look at it, but I do not presume to wear it, as I think our children will not. I do not forget the more than traditional honor of the family. Grenelle Spring, in Paris, so noted, was once in their possession, and is still known for its medicinal value and historic surroundings. It is no idle boast that our ancestors were real Huguenots. Their faith and manhood were tested on the revocation of the Edict of Nantes, in 1685. The issue was sharp-the renunciation of their Protestant faith, or the alternative of a bloody strife and expatriation in poverty. They chose a peaceful course, and the chronicles of the time give their exit to a home on the chalky cliffs of Cardiff, Wales, leaving parks and gardens to their intolerant foes. Here, for twenty-five years, enterprise and sturdy manhood were blended with patriotism and religion. Then the family was lured into the migratory tide across the ocean, where they found a rude home at Little Compton, Rhode Island, in 1710. Their early shelter, a stone house, from which went forth kindred of various tastes and ambitions, is still standing. The late Moses H. Grinnell, some thirty years ago on the high wave of prosperity, commissioned me to make a purchase of the historic stone house for |