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Excerpt from Armageddon: A Book of Poems for Everybody; Allegory, Satire, Wit, Humor, Pathos I was born December 28th, 1825, in the town of Hartford, Licking County, Ohio. By my earliest recollections, we lived on a farm in the backwoods and I remember seeing large flocks of wild turkeys crossing our field. Deer frequently came in sight of our cabin, also, as I well remember. One day a large grey wolf came into the dooryard, and was cracking some bones which had been cleared from the table. I, thinking it a neighbors dog, struck it with a stick. It growled and snapped at me. I was frightened and yelled. As my mother lay sick in bed, the hired girl came to the door, and she being frightened, screamed. Father, alarmed, came running from his work in the clearing, but on his approach the wolf ran away. I remember hearing him say, "It is a wonder that it did not kill the child." My parents were both of English extraction. My great grandfather, William Potter, was born in England in 1730, came to America when a young man and married a young woman named Nancy Davis. They both died of the plague in Baltimore in 1780. My grandfather, William Potter, was born in Fredericksburg, Baltimore County, Md., August 28th, 1767, and died in Jackson County, la., June 24th, 1853. My grandmother was born in Queenstown, Queen Anne County, Md., April 28th, 1777, and died in Jones County, Iowa, October 24th, 1865. Her maiden name was Rachel Horner. My father, Nathan Potter, was born October 29th, 1795, in Baltimore, Md., and died in Jones County, Iowa, August 3d, 1879. He was a soldier in the war of 1812; served two terms, first by enlistment and then as a substitute. He was a pensioner in his old age, at six dollars a month. My mother, whose maiden name was Fanny Deuel, was born in Greenfield, Saratoga County, New York State, October 5th, 1805, and died in Hartford, Ohio, June 1 st, 1832. Her ancestry extends back to the landing of the Mayflower in 1620. My mothers death seemed a great calamity to me and I mourned her loss for years. I was in my seventh year when she died. My parents were both godly, taking turns in leading family worship, the whole family kneeling in prayer and concluding by rising to sing. I was the middle one of five children, two sisters older, and a brother and a sister younger. I am the only surviving member of that little group that gathered around our frugal board in that one-room home. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.