Jake Row
In 1906 Jacob J. Row was W.M., S.W. and J.W. of the Mount Audubon Lodge of Freemasonry - Colorado.
Jake cash-claimed a quarter in 13, 6N 49W in 1910.
In 1910 Adams County Jacob J. Row, 51, born in Missouri, is farming, single.
In 1920 St. Clair County, Missouri, Jacob is single, farming "working out" - so he probably doesn't own land.
Jacob J. Row married Isabel Street Dec 25, 1921, recorded in Denver County, and was probated in Adams County in 1925.
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A BRAVE WOMAN SAVES THE LIFE OF HER HUSBAND
By S. C. Turnbo (Turnbo Manuscript Collection)
Pruitt post office in Boone County, Arkansas, is at the old
Burlington stand 8 miles south of Omaha, on the Spring-field and
Harrison wagon road. Omaha is near where the White River branch of
the Mo. Pacific railroad passes through the tunnel. Mr. J. D. Row, a
former resident of Pruitt, gives the following wartime incident to
the writer in a letter dated at Pruitt on the 9 day of July, 1903.
"My fathers name was Jacob J. Row. My mothers maiden name was Julia
A. Winters. Both of them were born and raised in Harrison County,
Indiana, and were married in the same neighborhood where they were
reared (Harrison County, July 22, 1849). After their marriage they
moved into Boone County in the same state where they remained until
the fall of 1857 when they left their native state and started west
of the father of waters and settled in St. Clair County, Missouri.
At the breaking out of the war my father sympathized with the union
but did not wish to take up arms, but this did not prevent him from
falling a victim from the hands of the guerrillas which occurred in
the spring of 1862. At the time of his death he was several miles
from home on the Osage River. He was killed with two other men who
were our neighbors and were all three in a skiff when they were
discovered by the bushwhacker and shot to death.
Going on with the wartime story, Mr. Row said in his letter, "I
remember a case in southern Missouri that come under my personal
observation., though I was but ten years old. It was in 1861. Mr.
Richard Worst had expressed his sentiments most too freely in favor
of the union, and someone thought they would be doing their country
a service to send him to his last long home by the shotgun route.
One night near 9 o’clock, this brave patriot crept up to Mr. Worst’s
house, shotgun in hand, and concealed himself In the chimney corner,
Mrs. Worst had already retired and Richard was arranging the fire to
keep overnight. All at once he heard a peculiar noise outside the
house by the side of the fire place. He finished arranging the fire,
went to bed and ask his wife if she had any idea what was making
that noise in the chimney corner. She raised up on her elbow and
listened, and said she expected it was a cow that had jumped into
the yard and was licking at the soap barrel. He said he would go and
drive her away and started for the door. Mrs. Worst jumped out of
bed, grabbed hold of his arm and stopped him and said. "No you won’t
go out there. I’ll go myself." So out she went, dressed in a long
white night robe, and as she stepped around the corner of the house,
she saw a gun with its muzzle near her breast and a man holding it
by the breech. They both stood still an instant, when the man
withdrew the gun, started to run, leaped over the yard fence and
disappeared in the darkness. I have heard Mrs. Worst say repeatedly
that she had no other idea than that it was a cow licking, until her
husband said he would go out and turn her out, when the thought flew
through her mind that it was a man there to kill him. She instantly
made up her mind she would face him and die if need be to save her
husband. The next evening at dusk Mr. Worst thought it would be safe
for him to go outside the yard fence near fifty yards and bring in a
couple of sticks of wood. He put one stock on his shoulder and the
other under his arm and started to the house. When nearly to the
yard fence a bullet struck the stick of wood on his shoulder and at
the same time he heard the report of a gun in the timber behind.
Mrs. Worst was standing in the door fearful that her husband would
be shot down and I afterwards her say that when the gun fired, she
was almost frightened to death but she remembered that Richard was
not long in dropping the sticks of wood and in jumping the fence and
was in the house before she hardly had time to move out of his way.
He never stopped in the house, but telling his faithful wife
goodbye, he shot out of the house at the opposite door, and soon
disappeared, bareheaded, into a cornfield back of the house. She
never saw him for many days afterward, and when she did see him he
was with a company of soldiers. This happened in St. Clair County
and they soon afterward made their way into the state of Ohio where
they could lay down in peace and not be shot at while carrying wood
into the house."
----------------------------------------------- Rawley B Lewellen (B) October 24, 1851 Harrison Co. IN. (D)
December 29, 1925 Rockville, MO. Bates Co. Buried In Appleton City,
MO. St. Clair Co. Cem.
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