John King| Name: John King Company: G Enlisted January 16, 1862; promoted Sergeant April 24, 1862; First Lieutenant July 22, 1863 |
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Rank |
Information
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| John King |
1st Regiment, Minnesota Heavy
Artillery, Company I |
Private |
MCIW, Vol. 1, p. 632; CWSS |
| John King | 2nd Regiment, Minnesota Infantry, Company G | Private |
MCIW, Vol. 1, p. 138; CWSS |
| John King | 2nd Independent Battery, Minnesota Light Artillery | Private |
CWSS |
| John H. King | 3rd Regiment, Minnesota Infantry, Company F | Private |
MCIW, Vol. 1, p. 188; CWSS |
| John H. King | 6th Regiment, Minnesota Infantry, Company H | Private - Sergeant |
MCIW, Vol. 1, p. 342; CWSS |
| John R. King | 6th Regiment, Minnesota Infantry, Company A | Private |
MCIW, Vol. 1, p. 330; CWSS |
| He
[John King] gave to his
neighbors such a rosy account of the
country that, when he went to improve his homestead late in October, he
was accompanied by Marion Boyer, Calvin
Boyer, Nicholas O'Brien. Joseph S. Bowler, James W. Bowler and John A.
Johnson, all except Johnson being Civil
war veterans and entitled to a full 160-acre homestead. The party had
four teams and journeyed via New Ulm,
Fort Ridgeley and Birch Coulie. We camped nights and had a jolly trip.
We took along materials enough to build
a claim shanty, 14 by 16 feet, on King's homestead. He had told us that
the whole township (now Palmyra) was
vacant and ours for the taking. Eager to reach the promised land, we
plied him with all manner of questions
about it. He assured us that the nearest settlers, in Birch Coulie,
were a mixed population, but when confronted
with the names Reagan, Leary, McLaughlin, Pat Williams, Gillen,
Dougherty and others of the same "mixed" significance which he had
given us in his glowing account of his former trip to that land of milk
and honey, he
humorously admitted, now that we had come too far to turn back, that
the people were all like himself, of a fierce Irish clan, who would
help him to make way with the rest of us and he would have our teams,
wagons and
outfits and be able to start farming in good shape. But, after a good
hearty laugh, Cap affected to relent and
said that, as we have been neighbors and friends so long, he would get
some red paint at Fort Ridgeley, paint
our mouths, change our names and pass us off as Irish. Said he, "There
is O'Brien, his name is all right; the
Boyers we'll change to Bogerty and the Bowlers to Bolarity; your mugs
are all right and will pass for Irish anywhere. But that Swede Johnson;
no use to change his name; he can't hit the brogue; they'll kill him
sure."
Camping at Birch Coulie on the last leg of our outward trip, we met a goodly number of those same Irish and were received with the generous hospitality peculiar to pioneers and which culminated in long years of mutual regard and friendship. Some have passed on to the better sphere, but a few of us remain, and though scattered, occasionally meet and greet each other with the old time fervor. The subject would fill a book, precious with memories to the sturdy characters who bore a worthy part in the settlement of one of Minnesota's finest counties. From Birch Coulie in the early morning we drove out to Capt. King's claim. As far as we could see, "vacant" Palmyra was dotted with board and sod claim shanties. Before supper we had built King's shanty and had it ready for occupancy that night when we noticed a man on horseback coming towards us. He proved to be Ed. H. Oleson, who was for many years thereafter a well-known resident of Renville county. He presented to King for his signature a petition for organizing the town of Palmyra. It already contained the signatures of a goodly number of petitioners. As King read the paper I looked over his shoulder and read it, too. The names were all Norwegians or Swede, King turned to me and said, "My name is Kingson; what's yours?" I replied, "I'm Bowlerson." That night, with blankets over it, but nothing under us but the cold, frozen prairie, we were kept busy rolling over and over in vain efforts to get warm. |
