Another post in the year-long challenge, #52Ancestors by genealogist Amy Johnson Crow. I am behind, but every post is another post! Today I am sharing a letter from my great-grandfather (on my mother's paternal line), Dr. Louis DeBarth KUHN. It was published in The Republican Compiler, Gettysburg, Adams, Pennsylvania, Monday Jun 9, 1856, and is stated to be - not the entire letter - but extracts from a personal letter shared with the publisher. See newspaper banner, here. 
At this time in 1856, Dr. KUHN had already graduated from the University of Pennsylvania in Medicine and separately in Pharmacy, by 1852. He travelled at some point after his graduation to Washington Territories, settling in Port Townsend [Fort Townsend]. On January 17, 1864, he married the eldest daughter of one of the four earliest settlers of Port Townsend, Amelia "Millie" PETTYGROVE, her father Francis W. PETTYGROVE.
The letter follows:
LETTER FROM THE NORTH WEST.
We have been politely favored with the perusal of an interesting letter from Dr. KUHN, of the Navy, (a native of our County [Adams]), dated on board the U.S. Revenue Cutter “Jefferson Davis,” Seattle, Puget Sound, Washington Territory, April 3d, from which we cull the following extracts:
Here I am, safe and well, thank God, at the “seat of war,” after a pleasant voyage of a dozen days from “Merry San Francisco,” whence we sailed on the evening of the 8th of March.
Here I am, safe and well, thank God, at the “seat of war,” after a pleasant voyage of a dozen days from “Merry San Francisco,” whence we sailed on the evening of the 8th of March.
The
scenery along the Sound is wild and beautiful in the extreme; the dense forests
of Fir and Pine extend from the water’s edge, as far as the eye can reach,
until the snow-covered mountains of the “Coast Range” look decidedly pleasant
and cool in the distance.
My first visit ashore was at Clallam Bay, where the sub-chief, “Captain Jack,” came off to tell us that his “Mamma and Papa,” as well as a number of his tribe were sick, and to ask the “Boston Doctor” to come to see them, and to give them some “medicine,” that they might get well. I went along with him on sight, with a great deal of pleasure, and we were met on the beach by such a lot of squaws and papooses as I never saw together.
The old chief led the way with quiet dignity to his own “wigwam,” where his wife and parents were, and afterwards to all the others; they had a number of sick, though none very seriously so, and they brought them out in the greatest confidence that the “Medicine Man” would cure them all; I wish to Heaven I could. They live in large wooden lodges, as comfortable as they know how, and as nearly in a perfect state of nature as possible; they are very kind to each other, especially to their parents, and live upon game, fish, clams and wapatoes --(potatoes) and very good they are too.
They are a fine looking race of men, of a light tan colour, and dark hair and eyes; the young women are handsome enough, but the old ones are anything else in the world; they do all the work and look tired and care-worn as possible.
My first visit ashore was at Clallam Bay, where the sub-chief, “Captain Jack,” came off to tell us that his “Mamma and Papa,” as well as a number of his tribe were sick, and to ask the “Boston Doctor” to come to see them, and to give them some “medicine,” that they might get well. I went along with him on sight, with a great deal of pleasure, and we were met on the beach by such a lot of squaws and papooses as I never saw together.
The old chief led the way with quiet dignity to his own “wigwam,” where his wife and parents were, and afterwards to all the others; they had a number of sick, though none very seriously so, and they brought them out in the greatest confidence that the “Medicine Man” would cure them all; I wish to Heaven I could. They live in large wooden lodges, as comfortable as they know how, and as nearly in a perfect state of nature as possible; they are very kind to each other, especially to their parents, and live upon game, fish, clams and wapatoes --(potatoes) and very good they are too.
They are a fine looking race of men, of a light tan colour, and dark hair and eyes; the young women are handsome enough, but the old ones are anything else in the world; they do all the work and look tired and care-worn as possible.
I
did not forget to bring my pipe and tobacco with me, and after my duties were
over we had “a great smoke.” I cannot
tell you what a pleasant and interesting time it was to me, and how perfectly
at home I felt in that “wigwam”; they are all “flatheads,” and I saw one little
fellow about half a dozen moons old, with his head as flat as a flounder; after
playing with it for a while, I asked her (the mother) if she would give it to
me? but she folded her arms convulsively around it and looked as though she “could not” and would not for all the
world. “Nature is true to herself,” and
she was a mother, though she was an Indian.
I would have remained longer, though it was as dark as pitch and raining
like all out of doors, but it was time to go on board; they gave me some
arrows, pointed with shell, that they use for shooting ducks, and with many
shakes of the band, I bade good-bye to my new Indian friends.
This
consists of about 20 wooden houses and a blockhouse, built upon the beach, and
a steep bank 80 feet high, behind it -- the level of the Forest and Prairie, as
far as the eye can reach, and is rather a pretty place. There are a number of Indians here under
their Head Chief, the “Duke of York,” by far the most noble specimen of his
race that I have seen yet; I paid him a visit at his “wigwam,” and we soon
became friends for a lifetime at least.
The
soil is good, and I went around looking at everything, and it was as pretty a
sight as I ever witnessed, for it is early spring, and all nature was putting
on her holiday clothes and trying to look her prettiest.
As
I was going along, wondering why I came to such a “wooden country,” I met a man
with his arm in a sling, who told me that in firing off a cannon board of a
vessel, about six weeks ago, it exploded, breaking his arm, and mangling his
hand, while a piece of it took off the top of his scalp, and then cut its way
half through the foremast -- close shaving that.
I asked him what had been done for his arm, and he said “Nothing.” -- I then asked to look at it, saying, “that’s my trade,: and found him about to have a useless and crippled limb for life, as I told him. He begged me to attend to it, and I went to work, got some splint and bandages, &c. Next morning (Easter) I went ashore, taking the Carpenter and my German friend Shrotter, to assist me. I knew it would be very painful, and put him under the influence of chloroform; but when I began, Shrotter cleared out, swearing that he could not “stand it.”
It
was all over very soon, and I put the bones to right while he was dreaming of
fighting the Indians over again, and applied the bandages. When he awoke he cried like a child, poor
fellow! and I felt very sorry for him; and his young Indian wife sat by, looking
very sorrowful in her quiet grief. -- He is an intelligent, fine-looking
fellow, and has lived here four or five years.
When he was more cheerful, I left him to go on board to breakfast, as
the Cutter was ready to sail for this place, where we anchored on the night of
the 24th.
All
the news here is about the Indian hostilities.
This town was attacked by the Indians some time ago; and, after going
over the battle ground a few days ago, the wonder to me is, that they did not
take the place, for they were concealed and sheltered by the timber, within
gun-shot of the town, and only dislodged by the shot and shells thrown among
them by the “Decatur,” after a fierce battle during an entire day. They fight fiercely and cunningly, and are
not much afraid of the “Bostons,” as they call all the Americans.
There
are a number of friendly Indians, under the care of Agents, and their Chiefs,
who are fed and clothed by the government, and kept out of harm’s way upon the
“Reservations,” not engaged in the war.
This is a town containing about fifty or sixty houses, situated upon the Sound, and surrounded by the forest. Lately this has been cut down for some distance, and a breast-work thrown around the place; and with several ships of war at anchor, ready for action at a moment’s warning, I think the Town of “Seattle” is safe.
I think I never lived better: this is the greatest place for fish of all kinds that I have ever seen. At one sweep of the seine, our men caught over 200 codfish. You know I was never very fond of fish-women or fish; but a fresh salmon, or codfish, smoking before a man, ten minutes after he was swimming alongside, is sufficient to make a hungry man forget his prejudices, and forgive all his enemies.
There
are two steamers and one sloop of war here, and the officers, among whom are
four surgeons, are fine fellows, and our time is spent as pleasantly as
possible.
Whilst I am writing there are twenty-five large canoes full of Indians coming across the Sound. I think they are friendly Indians, for they are coming straight-forward, in confidence; and, if otherwise, they had better not come -- that’s all.
On Sunday, a poor Indian scout shot himself in the arm, accidentally. He refused to have it amputated; and is gone to the hunting-grounds of his fathers. Poor fellow! he was brave and patient, and died without a groan.”
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This ends one of the few personal writings I have seen to date of my great-grandfather, Dr. Louis DeBarth KUHN. The other is his will, which he wrote in October 1889. Other writing covered part of his first letter...Louis DeB. Kuhn.
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