He's also founded Louisville, Kentucky, and the city of Clarksville, Indiana, in Clark County was named after him, the land of which was granted to him by the Virginia assembly in 1781.
Lewis and Clark stayed with him at his house before launching the Corps of Discovery. They had to get past the Falls of the Ohio, which was near the Clark homestead.
Unfortunately, he became land poor when he couldn't really develop or farm his grant, and had to move in with his sister and her husband in Louisville. This estate, Locust Grove, is a great place to visit.
In 1809, at age 57, Clark suffered a stroke and fell into the fireplace of his cabin at Clarksville, burning his right leg so badly that it had to be amputated.
The operation is the stuff of frontier legend. It was done without anesthetic — ether was still decades away — and at Clark’s request, a corps of fifers and drummers played and marched outside the building for the roughly two-hour surgery to distract him while the surgeon sawed off the limb and cauterized the wound with a red-hot iron. As the story goes, he tapped his fingers in time to the music.
Reportedly, he was a bit of a cantankerous grouch while living out his life at Locust Grove. But I get it.
I LOVE this story. I really came to admire Daniel Burnham, who, as the principal architect of the Colombian Exposition, knew an icon like the Tower would draw millions of visitors, but all the submissions for ideas were similar monoliths. Burnham insisted that America was different. We don't build towers that sit there passively; we built machines that moved the world. But it wasn't until Ferris approached him that he had found his solution.
"Make no little plans; they have no magic to stir men's blood and probably themselves will not be realized."
@Cernovich I've enjoyed your epiphany concerning Detroit. I think there's something extra special about the resurgence because politically, the city has always been a mess, but somehow, thanks to entrepreneurs like Dan Gilbert and the Ilitch family, the city persevered.
@HistoryWJacob A scholar AND a gentleman who, while lying on the train station floor bleeding after being shot, he reportedly rolled over so he didn't bleed on the dress of the woman who was trying to console him.
@poladian57260@sfliberty Tarbell was also the daughter of Frank Tarbell, an oil man in Pennsylvania who didn't sell to Rockefeller and suffered for it. Those who sold out to him were given stock in standard oil and became millionaires. That's some bitter motivation right there.
@Jeff_Davis1808 What did you think of J.F.C. Fuller's GRANT and LEE: A Study in Personality and Generalship from 1933? He certainly wasn't a 19th century radical republican or a Northern newspaper hack. Or "Grant and Lee: Victorious American and Vanquished Virginian" by Edward H. Bonekemper III?
@RodDMartin Grant lays it out in his Memoirs: he was trying to get Lee to fight. He knew his forces were superior in open battle.
Of course, Lee also knew this.
Do I recall correctly that Kenton once came in contact with a surveyor party, and a particularly tall and scrappy youth with a chip on his shoulder picked a fight with him to prove he was tough. Kenton nearly beat the man to death before the youth"s companions rescued him. The young man was Andrew Jackson.
Not silly at all.
I'm also continually astounded at the literary eloquence that even rank and file soldiers, presumably undereducated, displayed in their letters to loved ones.
Even Grant, who was clearly educated but didn't consider himself a writer, dazzled with his Memoirs. Mark Twain, who published them, had to convince others that he (Twain) hadn't written them and that Grant himself was the author.