Per Hackleman History by Elijah Hackleman; Genealogy and Family Record by Elijah Hackleman, located in Wabash Carnegie Library, Wabash, Indiana.
Son of Abraham and Margaret (Tyner) Hackleman.
Elijah's account of the death of a brother he never knew:
"It was on the 29th day of December 1813 that my Father slaughtered his hogs for that year, after the work had been finish(ed) and the older members of the family had eaten their dinners, the little ones then went to the table. Abner Hackleman, a lad of eleven (years) of age, then took the occasion to look at (the) gun that had been use(d), it was not my fathers but belonged, to a neighbor. And as he raised it from the bed on which it laid, a slight "Jostle," and the gun was discharged, the contents entering the left breast of little Preston who was standing at the table eating his dinner. The bullet went through the body and lodged in his clothes. He expired instantly and the next day was buried in the cemetery at the Little Cedar Grove Baptist Church.
My broth(er) Abner became almost paralized on this occasion. He never left the side of his Brother until he was buried, and during that time he never uttered a word. And ever afterward the subject was never mentioned by any of the family in his presence.
The bullet that done (sic) the fatal work, was for years kept in a drawer of the family bureau until about the year 1827. When one day mother said to me "take this bullet and dash it clear away, so that I will never see it again."
At that time we lived in our Old Rush County home. I took the same from the hand of my mother, and walked about fifty years south of our house into the garden, and then shutting my eyes, I dashed the missile with all my might into the air in a south east direction, and there in all probability this battered piece of lead that brought sadness to our family, will remain undiscovered in all the future ages."
Son of Abraham and Margaret (Tyner) Hackleman.
Elijah's account of the death of a brother he never knew:
"It was on the 29th day of December 1813 that my Father slaughtered his hogs for that year, after the work had been finish(ed) and the older members of the family had eaten their dinners, the little ones then went to the table. Abner Hackleman, a lad of eleven (years) of age, then took the occasion to look at (the) gun that had been use(d), it was not my fathers but belonged, to a neighbor. And as he raised it from the bed on which it laid, a slight "Jostle," and the gun was discharged, the contents entering the left breast of little Preston who was standing at the table eating his dinner. The bullet went through the body and lodged in his clothes. He expired instantly and the next day was buried in the cemetery at the Little Cedar Grove Baptist Church.
My broth(er) Abner became almost paralized on this occasion. He never left the side of his Brother until he was buried, and during that time he never uttered a word. And ever afterward the subject was never mentioned by any of the family in his presence.
The bullet that done (sic) the fatal work, was for years kept in a drawer of the family bureau until about the year 1827. When one day mother said to me "take this bullet and dash it clear away, so that I will never see it again."
At that time we lived in our Old Rush County home. I took the same from the hand of my mother, and walked about fifty years south of our house into the garden, and then shutting my eyes, I dashed the missile with all my might into the air in a south east direction, and there in all probability this battered piece of lead that brought sadness to our family, will remain undiscovered in all the future ages."
Per Hackleman History by Elijah Hackleman; Genealogy and Family Record by Elijah Hackleman, located in Wabash Carnegie Library, Wabash, Indiana.
Son of Abraham and Margaret (Tyner) Hackleman.
Elijah's account of the death of a brother he never knew:
"It was on the 29th day of December 1813 that my Father slaughtered his hogs for that year, after the work had been finish(ed) and the older members of the family had eaten their dinners, the little ones then went to the table. Abner Hackleman, a lad of eleven (years) of age, then took the occasion to look at (the) gun that had been use(d), it was not my fathers but belonged, to a neighbor. And as he raised it from the bed on which it laid, a slight "Jostle," and the gun was discharged, the contents entering the left breast of little Preston who was standing at the table eating his dinner. The bullet went through the body and lodged in his clothes. He expired instantly and the next day was buried in the cemetery at the Little Cedar Grove Baptist Church.
My broth(er) Abner became almost paralized on this occasion. He never left the side of his Brother until he was buried, and during that time he never uttered a word. And ever afterward the subject was never mentioned by any of the family in his presence.
The bullet that done (sic) the fatal work, was for years kept in a drawer of the family bureau until about the year 1827. When one day mother said to me "take this bullet and dash it clear away, so that I will never see it again."
At that time we lived in our Old Rush County home. I took the same from the hand of my mother, and walked about fifty years south of our house into the garden, and then shutting my eyes, I dashed the missile with all my might into the air in a south east direction, and there in all probability this battered piece of lead that brought sadness to our family, will remain undiscovered in all the future ages."
Son of Abraham and Margaret (Tyner) Hackleman.
Elijah's account of the death of a brother he never knew:
"It was on the 29th day of December 1813 that my Father slaughtered his hogs for that year, after the work had been finish(ed) and the older members of the family had eaten their dinners, the little ones then went to the table. Abner Hackleman, a lad of eleven (years) of age, then took the occasion to look at (the) gun that had been use(d), it was not my fathers but belonged, to a neighbor. And as he raised it from the bed on which it laid, a slight "Jostle," and the gun was discharged, the contents entering the left breast of little Preston who was standing at the table eating his dinner. The bullet went through the body and lodged in his clothes. He expired instantly and the next day was buried in the cemetery at the Little Cedar Grove Baptist Church.
My broth(er) Abner became almost paralized on this occasion. He never left the side of his Brother until he was buried, and during that time he never uttered a word. And ever afterward the subject was never mentioned by any of the family in his presence.
The bullet that done (sic) the fatal work, was for years kept in a drawer of the family bureau until about the year 1827. When one day mother said to me "take this bullet and dash it clear away, so that I will never see it again."
At that time we lived in our Old Rush County home. I took the same from the hand of my mother, and walked about fifty years south of our house into the garden, and then shutting my eyes, I dashed the missile with all my might into the air in a south east direction, and there in all probability this battered piece of lead that brought sadness to our family, will remain undiscovered in all the future ages."
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