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Sarah Halkins, Holkins or Hawkins Byington

1808 to 1870

This photo was sent to me by Jay Burrup. 

Thank you, Jay for your contribution to this web page.  Jay also sent me this photo of the headstone on our Grandmothers grave.

 

Written by Fay Byington (used with permission.)  The information is  Taken from the Byington Family History Book.  Optical character recognition was used to copy this document.

The history of the Byington family would not be complete without a sketch on Sarah Hawkins or Holkins, the wife of Hiram N. Byington.


Since I have not researched this family it will be difficult to write a history of Sarah. The sources I have had to work from are very sketchy, but I will give some information of the area at the time our family lived there.
In the Western Reserve records when it mentions our family they are using the name Hawkins. In all records searched in Ohio the name is always written Hawkins. Family researchers write it Holkins or Hawkins.

 
Enfield, Hartford Co., Connecticut at the time the Holkins and Terry families settled there was “Mohawk” county and was a continuous forest with an occasional bald peak. The wild, rugged woodland dotted here and there by silvery lakes and traversed by swift running streams and gurgling brooks made a strong appeal to the hunter and lover of nature. The mountains rising higher and higher toward the west afforded the most fascinating, panoramic scenery and made one wish to venture forth to see what was beyond. The country was not impassable for the underbrush was frequently cleared, by fires kindled by the Indians. There were trails over which the red man and animals traveled from one lake ‘or stream to another in single file. The forests were filled with game and beasts of prey. Quail, partridges and song birds were found in abundance. The waters swarmed with fowl and fish. Bears lumbered down the mountain sides. The howling of wolves was heard echoing across the valley. Wild cats infested the forests and racoons, rabbits and squirrels were common sights. Into this region the Indians came in the spring and set up their wigwarms beside some pond or river, where they spent time hunting and fishing. The white settlers built a number of forts as protection from the ravages of the Indians, especially from the raids of the Mohawks.

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There was considerable good farm land and much timber land with hard woods and forests of hemlock and pine.

It was at this place that the Holkins and the Terry families decided to make their homes.

The town was founded by Captain John Pease in 1654. He was the father of the first girl born in the town. Her name was Margaret. The first boy born in the town was Isaac Kibbe. Isaac Kibbe built the first meetinghouse which is now the town hall.

Dr. Ebenezer Terry was the first native physician of Enfield. He married Mary Helme a daughter of Sargeant Christopher Helme. His daughter, Penelope Terry, as her fathers pupil assisted him in his profession. In her obituary it stated that she practiced for thirty-three years and was present at the birth of 1,389 children.

The first marriage in the town was that of Captain Samuel Terry to Hannah Morgan, daughter of Captain Miles Morgan who fought against the Indians in 1675.

The first Congregational Church is looked upon by architects as one of the finest examples of the Colonial style in New England. It reminds the traveler of those beautiful parish churches in London, England.

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THE TOWN HALL OF EN FIELD

FIRST CONGREGATIONAL CHURCH.
Legally known as the First Ecclesiastical Society 01 Enfield. This is the fourth structure In which this congregation has worshipped.

However, the first house of worship was built of logs in 1684 and stood in or close to the cemetery.

Jonathan Edwards, on July 8, 1741 preached his famous Enfield sermon, “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God”. This sermon was the high tide in a revival known as “The Great Awakening”.

At that time they paid the preachers in beef, pork, grain and tobacco. In this payment in kind wheat was rated at 4 shillings (one dollar) per bushel, rye at 3 shillings (75 cents) Indian corn at 2 shillings (50 cents), beef at 2 pence (4 cents) pork at 3 pence (6 cents) and tobacco at 18 shillings ($4.50) per hundred pounds.

Joseph Holkins, Joel Holkins, Samuel Terry, Selah Terry and the Sweetland family names are mentioned many times in the town and vital records of Enfield.

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Joel Holkins was paid $5.62 for helping build the bridge over Grape Brook Joel Holkins married Elizabeth Sweetland of Bolton, Tolland, Conn. They had the following children who were all born in Enfield:

Sarah Holkins
Joel Holkins
Betsy Holkins
Samuel Holkins
Lydia Holkins
*Joseph Holkins

11 July 1856
15 Aug. 1758
25 apr. 1761
1 Oct. 1763
18 Nov. 1766

mar. Huldah Allen died 1767 mar. Hannah Olmstead
1795

These are the brothers and sisters of our Joseph Holkins. In the History of Enfield, a public document gives the settlement of Joel Holkins’ estate by the administrator on 20 Jan. 1807. It mentions children Samuel, Joseph and Lydia (Chandler).
Joel died in Enfield. The town cemetery records record this:
“Sacred to the memory of Mr. Joel Holkins who died 16 Oct. 1801. On his stone is written: Behold God taketh away! who can hinder him?! Who shall say unto him! What doest thou.
Joseph Holkins, son of Joel and Elizabeth married Mehitable Terry both of Enfield-3 Nov. 1790. Mehitable was the daughter of Selah Terry and Michal Terry.
Joseph and Mehitable were found in Colebrook, Coos, New Hampshire in 1792 where their first child was born. They had nine children. All of the children were born in Colebrook. No complete birth dates are on the family group sheet, so this has not been proven. The children were:

William Holkins
Mehitable Holkins
Ira Holkins
Sylvester Holkins
Henry Holkins
Joseph Holkins
Susan Holkins
Sarah Holkins
Samuel Holkins

born abt. 1792
born abt. 1795
born abt. 1797
born abt. 1799
born abt. 1801
born abt. 1803
born abt. 1805
born 3 May 1808
md. Hiram Norton Byington born abt. 1810

We have no record of this family until we find them in the records of the Western Reserve in Ohio. In these records it states that Joseph and Mehitable came from Enfield, Connecticut in 1821. mar. Joseph Chandler 1789
1768 mar. Mehitable Terry 3 Nov. 1790

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Sarah would have been about thirteen years old when they made the perilous drive from Buffalo on the ice. They arrived at Erie, where they were taken in by the Olmstead family

The daughter Mehitable did not come until 1822 when she arrived from Lima, New York with her husband John Titus. John died and she married John Brown of Ashtabula.

We know that some of the other children came with Joseph and Mehitable to the Western Reserve. We find them mentioned in an early census. They are living in Klngsville, Ashtabula County in the 1823 census. It lists white males over the age of twenty—one. Those appearing are

Joseph Hawkins
Joseph Hawkins Jr
Sylvester Hawkins
Zina Byington (Hiram’s brother)
Zachariah Olmstead

Hiram’s brother, Zina, married Huldah Webster in Kingsville
16 Feb. 1818. Ira Hawkins (Sarah’s brother) married Esther Gillet
12 Sep. 1827. Samuel Hawkins went to Vicksburg, Michigan before
1850

Ira Hawkins was listed as an invalid in one of the census records. He died and his wife Esther married Doctor Ensign and moved to Madison and lived to a ripe old age.

Joseph Hawkins Juniors first wife was Lucia Pond. They were married in 1830 in Ashtabula. He married second a girl named Julia. They were in the 1850 Census.

These tidbits of information prove that our Hawkins and Byington families were living near each other in the early times in Ohio.

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The early settlers of the Reserve were a rough, hardy intelligent set. They believed in God, in good order and education. They were always ready to start a church or a school, and to help each other on any and every occasion. Books were scarce, but the Western Reserve boy did not think himself a man until he• had at least mastered the three R’s. The early Reserve teacher was usually from the best blood and talent of the New England states

Most of the settlers, by this time, had log cabins with huge fire—places which would take a log of almost any thickness and from six to ten feet in length. Over the chimney was set a pair of deer-antlers on which hung the rifle, powder horn and bullet pouch. From the joists above hung bunches of dried herbs, little bags of dried fruits, pumpkin, sacks of nuts and jerked-venison.

 

The soap of the pioneer had to be made by himself or family. The wood ashes were leached. The lye obtained was boiled with fat in large iron kettles until the soap was of the proper consistency

The soap-boiling, the hog killings, the log rolling, the wood chopping and quiltings and a little later the corn husking and parin bees were red letter days to the young people. These were days full of excitement and good fellowship-- the only recreation they had together. Men and boys would cheerfully walk from ten to twenty miles to attend a cabin raising, returning often after night, through the woods with their lighted torches of pine knots or hickory bark. There were no classes in those days. The rich and the poor dressed alike. The clothing of the men consisted of homespun, or deerskin hunting frocks, and pants made of buckskin. The women attired alike in homespun of their own making

Near most of the settlements, the pioneers built a stockade where they could go in case of an Indian raid.

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When the pioneers first came, the Indians controlled the country. The ones around Ashtabula County were under the charge of the great chief Ottokee.

General St. Clair and his army were sent to protect the forts which extended to Lake Erie. They were met by the combined Indian forces under the command of the chiefs Tecumseh, Little Turkey, Turkey Foot and Blue Jacket, who were closely watching and concentrating their forces in advance of the army. The General did not expect to meet any great force until he arrived at the Maumee Rapids, but they were surprised by an overwhelming force of savages at what is now called Fort Recovery, where he met a most unfortunate defeat. Every officer and more than two-thirds of the men engaged were killed or wounded. The official report showing 550 killed and 200 wounded, the remainder scattered in the forest.

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Scattered through the Reserve in its earliest days were many professional hunters who were “Indian Slayers”. These were men of strong passions, whose hate of the Indian race had been engendered by wrongs received either to themselves or their relatives and friends. These men never hesitated to put an Indian “out of the way” as they called it.
One of the most noted of these Indian Hunters was Jonathan Williams. He was a remarkable man; he was six feet tall and his movements were as noiseless and as graceful as a panther. He lived for short periods in several of the townships. The distinguishing element of his character was the intolerable and murderous hate he bore the Indians. To account for his hatred of the Indians, the tradition is, that all of his relatives were murdered by the Indians before he came to Ohio. In consequence of which he is said to have sworn “to kill just as long as he lived.” Williams could neither read nor write. The only lesson he had learned by heart was to love his rifle and hate an Indian.

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One old Indian was a bitter and unrelenting enemy of the whites. When drunk, he would take out a string of 18 dried, white linens tongues and shake them. This he did at a place where Williams was camping. After the Indian had left camp William said I think I’ll go and kill a buck. The report of a rifle was soon heard but William’s brought no game. The old Indian was never seen again. Many old settlers declared that toward the end of William’s life he was afraid to go out after night, through fear that spirits of some of the many savages he had killed would capture him.
Indians were plentiful from 1800 to 1830 and were generally friendly when sober. There were some drunken, quarrelsome Indians who were proud of boasting of the number of pale faces they had killed, as were the Indian Hunters of the number of red skins they had slain.
When the Hawkins family arrived they were taken into the home of Zachariah Olmstead, but before long I’m sure they had a cabin raising and had a cabin of their own.

Father Joseph had several grown sons who were a help to the family. William was age 29 and probably married. Daughter Mehitable age 26 and her husband were there, and son Ira, age 23, son Sylvester age 22, son Henry age 20, son Joseph Jr. age 19, our Susan age 16, our Sarah age 13, and son Samuel age 11.
When they first arrived they must have lived in Kingsville because they appear in this town in the early census. Towns as well as children have a right to be well born, and it has been said that “Kingsville was well born”.

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“To dress it and keep it” providence gathered a select people from New England and eastern New York to settle this beautiful wild area. It is on the southern shore of Lake Erie, first settled in 1803 by Eldad Harrington and his wife Samantha.

Octavia Fobes was the first white child born there. She later had sisters Amanda, Rosamorid and Louisa.
These were possibly childhood playmates of our Sarah. Louisa Booth taught school in the log school house.
Other early settlers were the Gillette family, Osborne Hazzel tine, Sanders and Olmsteads. All of these families had the same problems and experiences as our Hawkins family. They were neighbors and friends.
In Ashtabula County, you were fined if you worked on the Sabbath. This article appeared 12 July 1812 from Kingsville.
 

By virtue of a warrant, Jonathan Warner appeared before the judge, and after witnesses being heard, it is my opinion that the said Warner pay the sum of seventy-five cents and costs, for raking eight cocks of hay on the Sabbath, notwithstanding the said Warner hay might have been injured by a heavy thunder shower.
To visit one another the women went upon horseback. Our pioneer mothers rode for miles through the woods, jumping their horses over logs and going down into the great gulfs. Wild beasts were numerous and snakes and Indians were ever a source of danger.
 

Emily Newton Whitman of Ashtabula recorded this episode:
One day when my husband was gone I rocked the baby to sleep and going to lay him down met a large black snake coming toward me. She put down her baby and calling her little boy to hold the candle, she grasped a stick of wood and a shovel and soon killed
it. The snake measured four feet and four inches in length.

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All of these families suffered the same hardships of this time and became prominent citizens in the community. In 1814, Jonathan Hart and his wife Anna Webster and White Webster and his wife Phoebe Hart came to the Reserve from Litchfield Conn. The next winter Elijah Webster and his wife Martha Clark, the father and mother of Anna and White and their daughters, Olive, Huldah and Maria, followed with horses and sleigh, crossing from Buffalo on the ice. Huldah, the daughter of Elijah Webster and Martha Clark was the one who married Zina Byington the brother of our Hiram Norton Byington. The Webster family was an influential and prominent family of Kingsville. Jesse Byington came as a surveyor of land in 1808. He did not stay in Ashtabula but moved on to Plain Township in Franklin County, Ohio.
David Hall married Sophia Handcock. He built a cabin surrounded by deep woods, where wolves howled through the night and where bear and other wild creatures lived. David cleared ten acres of land. To raise money Sophia would leach ashes from the wood, boil it down to black salts of lye; this they sold by the hundred- weight, receiving for it about two dollars and fifty cents a hundred.

To raise enough for one season to buy seed wheat, David chopped forty cords of wood for ten dollars; much of the time the snow was a foot and a half deep. The ten dollars earned bought only three bushels of wheat. This is one example of the struggles and hardships our Hawkins family and their neighbors endured.
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These were only a few accounts of the happenings in the area where Sarah Hawkins and her family lived. The people who converted this wilderness into a land of happy homes were our ancestors.
The pioneers who first broke ground here accomplished a work unlike that which will fall to the lot of any succeeding generation. The hardships they endured, the obstacles they encountered, the life they led, and the traits of character developed by their work stands alone in our history. The generation that knew these first pioneers is fast passing away. It is our duty as their descendents to study carefully and reverently, the history of the great work which they accomplished.
These settlers knew well that the three great forces which constitute the strength and glory of a free nation are the family, the school and the church. These three they planted here. The glory of our country can never be dimmed while these three lights are kept shining with an undimmed luster.
As soon as the settlers arrived they built a church. Thomas Benham Sr. organized the first Methodist Church in Ashtabula.
Rev. Roger Searle arrived and organized the first parish of the Episcopal Church in Ohio. It was called Parish of St.. Peter’s. This was doubtless subsequent to the time when the woman was asked if there were any Episcopalians in the neighborhood and replied that “she never saw any but had heard there were animals in the woods that were called that”.
I wonder if our Hawkins family attended one of these churches?
Did they walk with others through the woods in the evening with a torch to light the way, to prayer meeting?
Sarah lived in this area until she was age twenty. When did she meet Hiram Byington? Did they meet at church, at a cabin raising, a husking bee? This would be nice to know.
They were married in 1828. In a history of the Western Reserve we find this simple paragraph Sally daughter of Joseph and Mehitable Hawkins married Hiram Byington; joined the Mormons during the early settlement of the sect at Kirtland; later went to Sal t Lake City, where she died. Her union with the Mormon Church was much deplored by the family.
I wonder if Hiram and Sally ran away to be married? If her parents did not approve did they have the usual wedding feast? Did they have a cabin for themselves when son Joseph Henry was born? What made them decide to join the Mormons? Where would we, their descendants be if they had stayed in Ohio or New York?
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Wouldn’t it have been nice had they (Oh, so many questions) kept a journal?

Sidney Rigdon came into the area in 1828 preaching the Mormon faith. Some of the first persons to be converted were Oliver Snow and his family, Symonds Ryder, Ezra Booth and many others.

Eliza Snow, afterwards so noted as the Poetess among the Mormons, led the way. Her parents and sister were also made members.

It must have been around this same time that Hiram and Sarah heard about the church. They could have been converted by Sidney Rigdon while he was preaching in the area.

They were there until 1830 when son Hyrum Elliott was born. We do not know the exact date they left Ashtabula. Their next move was to Kirtland, Ohio, at the time the heart of the Mormon Church. We find them living there near brother Zina and his wife Huldah. Zina owned a farm. I did not find any land deeded to Hiram and Sarah. They lived here while the church was growing and they were building the Kirtland temple.

The persecutions in Kirtland were so great that the Saints were required to flee the city.

Sarah must have packed the wagon with their few belongings and with her husband and children left the area. What great faith she must have had. Her family had not wanted her to join the Mormons. What did she think now about joining with this sect that were being driven from their homes?

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They joined the Kirtland Camp on the 6th of July. The company consisted of 515 souls, 27 tents, 59 wagons, 97 horses, 69 cows, and one bull. They all started together and every wagon kept its place. Sometimes the weather was good, sometimes bad. At times, the tents would blow over in rainstorms at night then all within beds, people and all, would get as wet as drowned mice.

 
The people in the towns they passed through would stop and gaze at them as they marched along. Sometimes they tried to stop them. Once they threw eggs at them just because they were Mormons.  At one city in Missouri they placed artillery in the street and were determined to fire a cannon at them. One of the leaders talked to them and they were let pass unmolested except a few of the head men who were taken and cast into prison.

 
The company were 251 miles from Kirtland in Bath township, Green County, Ohio-when this was recorded: Thursday 9 Aug. Brother Byingtons’ child was buried at 12 o’clock. What a sad experience for our Sarah, leaving one of her precious little ones, buried in an unmarked grave along the way.


When they reached Nauvoo, would it be a happier time for the family?
 

Nauvoo was a beautiful growing community. The Saints were building another temple. The women were busy drying and preserving food for winter, spinning and weaving the wool into yarn for clothing. In the houses friends and neighbors sat together peeling apples, peaches and pumpkins. These were strung on strings and hung in the loft or at the ceiling to dry. The children had time to play games. Singing games were popular at this time London Bridge is falling down, This is the way we wash our clothes, and Here we go around the mulberry bush.
 

The temple had been completed and stood majestically on the highest point in the city.
The peaceful time in Nauvoo was shortlived. Mobs again began to persecute the Mormons. It became a city under pressure. They burned their homes and their property was destroyed. On several occasions members were killed.
In the life history of Elizabeth Jane Bybee Smith she tells of this experience at the time Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum were murdered: Joseph Smith’s enemies were after him, he had to flee. He started across the river to Iowa when some of his friends persuaded him to come back, calling him a coward. He said If my life is of no value to my friends, it is of none to myself. He turned and went back, and told them he was going like a lamb to the slaughter. In June 1844 they took the Prophet and his brother, Hyrum, to the Carthage jail, where a mob was raised and both were killed.

After the Prophet fell from the curb a man stepped up with a long, glittering knife to behead the Prophet. As he raised his arm to commit the awful deed, a flash of lightning came from heaven and paralyzed him. He could not move, and had to be carried away inert as a corpse and the mob fled from the scene in terror. The Prophet and his brother were taken home and I saw them lying side by side in their coffins.
Again our family packed a wagon and left a beautiful peaceful city.


The trip from Nauvoo to Winter Quarters was cold and miserable. As soon as they arrived they built dug-outs or log cabins. One of the pioneers wrote this in her journal We have taken possession of our log house today. I feel extremely thankful for the privilege of setting by a fire where the wind cannot blow it in every direction and where I can warm one side without freezing the other. Our house is minus a floor and many other comforts but the walls protect us from the wind and the sod roof from the rain.

 
On 27 December 1847 in the log Mormon Tabernacle at Kanesville, Iowa, Brigham Young was sustained to the position of President of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Prior to this time, he had acted as President of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles in leading the people in their migration. No doubt Hiram and Sarah were there at this time.

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In 1848 Sarah packed another wagon to start the trek westward 1500 miles over the uncharted plain and mountain trails. They had been driven from their homes and all they wanted was the right to worship God according to the dictates of their own conscience.

The Winter Quarters of 1846—47 is no more. The hill on which there once stood the temporary homes of this people reflects only the peace and quiet of a beautifully landscaped cemetery where 600 of the valiant Saints lie buried men, women and children who succumbed to the rigorous trials of a frontier migration. Here is enshrined the story of tragedy, faith and indominitable courage. On September 20, 1936 a huge crowd of people witnessed the dedication of a magnificent statue which was erected near the entrance of these hallowed grounds

The central figures in this Winter Quarters Memorial portray a grief stricken father and mother standing by an open grave where they have just placed their baby wrapped in a blanket. The weeping mother supported by the protective arm of her husband takes a last look at the little body, while the father, with shovel still in hand, demonstrates the impelling action of the pioneer spirit which moved the migrants on to their promised land

This memorial is symbolic of the sufferings of 6000 emigrants ill-equipped, who died en-route from exposure and travel hardships. It will honor and keep alive the memory of these courageous souls who gave their lives in the cause of religious devotion

The year Sarah arrived in the valley they lived in the fort. She was here during the times of great hunger and hardships of the earliest settlers

She lived in Salt Lake Temple.

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When Johnston’s Army was sent to destroy the Saints here in Utah, she with her faithful husband had to again hitch up the wagon and move to American Fork, Utah. Someone was left behind to burn their homes rather than let the soldiers take them over.

At this time son Hyrum Elliott and son Joseph Henry and his wife Nancy joined them in this area. They were still there in 1860 when they were living near each other according to the census When the danger was over, they returned to Salt Lake where they lived until they joined their children in Eden, Utah. Grandmother Sarah was sixty-two years old when they were living in the Ogden Valley. She died 27 Jan. 1870 and was buried there.

The poem "Pioneer Woman" by Margaret R. Swapp, printed in Legacy by the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers, best describes our wonderful grandmother

Unmoved, she watched with dust-rimmed, tired eyes
The far-away horizon of the plain She did not see the yellow,
threatening skies, Nor hear the nearer din of wagon train

Her thoughts reached far beyond the dusty scene;
How dream-like now the old life seemed to be.
For she had cast her lot with humble souls
Whose firm belief would guide their destiny.

How great the need that drove the people westward,
How great the faith that bound them to their creed;
Defying both the danger and the hardship,
Their final search for freedom must succeed.

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