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Excerpts from the Interior Journal



The Interior Journal

29 Feb 1874



Home Jottings.


In Stanford, there are six practicing physicians and ten lawyers.



In Barren County they have seven candidates for Surveyor, and Lincoln can't 

raise one.



The turnpikes of the county (Lincoln) are in very good condition generally, 

but in some places they have been cut up badly during the late wet spells.  

When you leave the turnpikes for dirt roads, it is almost impossible to 

travel.



The business men of Stanford and the citizens along the Stanford & Somerset 

road are alive to the subject of completing the Somerset turnpike to the 

Pulaski line, and await only the action of the citizens of Somerset and 

Pulaski to begin the work.  As for raising the means, that will be a small 

consideration.  Come to time, neighbors?



Coal Oil for Consumption.  By this we do not mean consumption by lamps, etc., 

but for that terrible disease of the lungs and bronchial tubes.  A paragraph 

is going the rounds of Kentucky papers, (and perhaps others) that coal oil is 

almost a specific for this dreadful disease which sends thousands to the 

grave every year.  We desire to correct the report at once, for fear that 

some over credulous person may try to cure himself by taking inwardly the 

coal oil of commerce, in teaspoonful doses.  Such a dose would prove as 

dangerous as so much turpentine.  Allow us to suggest that only the crude 

petroleum should be used, as it comes from the well, and that, too, diluted 

with syrup of some kind, in moderate doses at first.  We have known of 

several cases of lung disease, where the "rock oil" (or petroleum) has been 

of great benefit when used as here directed, but we warn all persons, not to 

use the ordinary burning fluid for any disease, unless they wish to pass to 

another world unbidden.  Let charlatans rave as they often do, we enter our 

most solemn protest against the indiscriminate use of "coal oil."



The Briggs Family Burial Ground. (Note: Believe in Lincoln Co.)  In locating 

the Cincinnati Southern Railroad it became necessary to run the line through 

a portion of the above named burial ground, and Mr. B. Van Arsdale, who 

married one of the daughters of the elder Briggs, had fourteen members of the 

family who were buried there, carefully taken up and re-interned in the 

Stanford Cemetery, thus clearing the way for the railroad, and preventing any 

unpleasant feelings in the minds of the friends of the dead, whose remains 

might have been ruthlessly disturbed by strangers in making the road bed.



By the way, we desire to say a few words about the Briggs family, and with 

the assistance of a friend we have gathered the following facts in reference 

to it.  The elder, Capt. Benjamin Briggs, came to this county from Virginia 

with Ben. Logan, his uncle, when 18 years of age.  At the time of their 

arrival there were but three stations on this side of the Kentucky river, 

namely, Harrods Station, Boonesborough and Logan's Fort.  Young Briggs was a 

fearless, daring man, and just the kind to make a successful pioneer.  He it 

was who lead their scouting parties and was ever found at the point where 

danger was the greatest.  The county was a wilderness where wild beasts and 

Indians contended with the few brave white men who dared and endured all for 

the good of the country.  Their trusty rifles furnished them food as well as 

protection.  On one occasion young Briggs and a small party set out on a hunt 

and pitched their tent at a spring on the farm now known as the John E. 

Wright place.  One day they struck a trail and followed it, going in the 

direction of the Hanging Fork.  Soon a large buffalo was seen and a chase 

begun.  Young Briggs was in the lead, and in his excitement, soon left his 

comrades far behind.  His comrades knowing their dangerous position where the 

Indians had a chance, retraced their steps camp-wards - first calling to Ben 

to return.  But he went on, and was only checked by the sound of the Indians 

given across the creek from him.  He then turned and fled, only to hear other 

sounds of guns and the yells of the savages.  He made good his escape 

however, and arrived in camp late in the evening to find his comrades there 

making preparations to go in search of him.  There was general rejoicing that 

night over Ben, and although he lost his coveted buffalo meat, he saved his 

own "bacon."  



It was on this expedition that the spring was discovered where the entire 

Briggs family finally located and built their first home in the pathless 

wilderness.  They pre-empted about 1,100 acres of land around it, and the 

wisdom of their choice is apparent to all who are acquainted with the 

superior lands of today.  It was entered in the name of Samuel Briggs, father 

of Ben.  Here it was that Ben died, in 1847, aged 82.  He married Elizabeth 

Gay in 1790, and had nine children.  Samuel Thomas, Woodson, John, Samuel A., 

and Alfred, sons, and Mariah, Patsey Ann and Eliza Jane, daughters.  The two 

Samuels died quite young, but the other seven lived to advanced years, and 

all held prominent positions in society.  They are now all dead.  Only one 

grandchild and three great grandchildren now survive of the Briggs 

descendants.  All of their dead were buried here except John and Patsey Ann, 

who died and were buried in a distant State.  All who slept here were removed 

as before stated.  



The dead of the B. Van Arsdale family, namely, his wife and four children, 

were also removed to our Cemetery.  These children were Sally Van., dec'd, 

wife of Joe H. Engleman, Benjamin, Annamariah, and Isabel.  The only 

grandchild remaining is Annie, wife of our townsman, J.H. Craig, Esq.



Thus we see that one generation passeth away and another cometh on to take 

their places in the busy scenes of life.


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