Evening Star Newspaper, January 9, 1927, Page 80

"2 THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, JANUARY 9, 1927— ar Ca Capt. Alan Bott has won distine- tion as a writer and as an aviator A. war correspondent in the first months of hostili he was soon flying on the French front as an officer in the Roval Air Force. In 1918 he flew in Palestine, wounded while in the air tured by the Turks near Nazareth. | The hardships and dangers of hie | L w and cap- | escape from Constantinopla and | his journey to rejoin the Britith forces are recounted in this and & eucceeding article Capt. Bott was decorated with | the Military Cross. | BY CAPT. ALAN BOTT, M. C. E were at last leaving Con stantinople behind after many vicissitudes. Four of us prisoners of war, Ful ton, Stone, White and I, | had left Psamatia, a suburh of Con stantinople, by the 10 o'clock train on | the little suburban raflway that runs between Stamboul and San Stefano. determined to escape from the Turk It would he less dificult. we con- | sidered, to dodge the guards if we were in two parties; so Fulton and | Stone chose an optician as their ex- | cuse for a trip to Stamboul, while White and I were to visit our friend | the dentist. Our real destination was | & beer house in the Rue de Galata. | where many escane plans had been | made, that of the other pair being a small wood outside San Stefano. Ten minuteg bafore we should have reached Stamboul, the god of ceinci. dence sent an extraordinary tunity, Just bevopd . Ketim-kapou the train roguded a sharp corner and ran into some empty trucks that were stationary on the line. There was a succession of clange, a violent shock and many a joit and jar. mingled with ecreams, gas| and frightened confusion, One of our guards fell onto an iron platform between the carriages. The other, unfortunately, kept both his balance and his head. I was standing a yard in front of him. behind White. Now's our chance. I'm off!" said Thite, as he pushed- his way through the struggling passengers to the far ther end of the compartment The guard with me velled, while the second Turkish soldier leaped down the embankment, clutched at White, and almost caught him. White dodged clear and the last T saw of him that day was as he raced down a narrow winding street, puiling and pushing out of his way the Turks 2nd Greeks who streamed in the op. posite direction, toward the scene of the collision. Close behind him the guard gave chase, outing to passersby to stop the British prisoner. I jumped down the embankment, partly in a desperate attempt to elude the other guard. and partly to create a diversion for White. At the bottom of the slope I twisted my ankle and fell. My guard dropped on top of e We scrambled to our feet, myself unetable on the weak ankle, and the Turk clutching my right arm with both his hands. Under the clrcum- stances it was useless to struggle. I remained quiet, while the guard called to his ald a passing soldier. 1 stood at the bottom of the embank- ment, gripped painfully by the two Tutrks. were indescribably bitter. I had failed for the third time since capture and was probably booked for a cell under | the Turkish ministry of war. My one consolation, my one hope. was in the wads of money distributed among various parts of my clothing. These would provide a chance to bribe the guards into silence, free for another attempt before the British prigoners at Psamatia were re- moved to Anatolia. N Pregently I saw Fulton and Stone approaching from the front of the train. They stopped short on seeing me held by two soldiers. I shook mj head and signaled them not to come | nearer, whereipon they edged their guards away.; The guard who had chased White returned, alternate. Iy cursing and invoking the wrath of Allah on all Englishmen. In his anger he took off his cloth hat, threw it on the ground, shook his fist at me and said, “English very bad!” He held a conference with his com panions and determined to take me to Koum-kapou police station. My ankle, 1 was glad to find, had been wrenched only - slightly and was now normal | again. “Englith very bad,” repeated the | pidgin Turkish | guards, ptive, S eé_king Freedom, Dodges About Ottoman Makes Four Unsuccessful Flights and Poses as German Officer While Guards Search City man who had chased White, in the clipped Turkish used hetween prison | ers and guards. “\We," pointing to himself and my own gnard- “prison Prison very bad. No food | " “Hers I8 food for prison.” T con soled him, handing over two Turkish pounds. The sight of money partlv pacified them and their anger cooled. Soon the were in a fit gtate of mind to talk ‘bakehish at tonchstone of the | Turkish character. 1 produced 10 more bank notes, each of one Turkieh pound. Again nsing with many an expres sive gesture, 1 offered them to the on condition that when we reached the palice station they would I made no attempt to do so The matter needed several minutes that although White had escaped | |searched. My larger hanknotes—one | of a 100 Turkish pounds, one of 50 and one of 25— were undiscovered, being sewn into suspenders and braces. Finally, as the result of the 12 Turkigh pounds’ worth of good char acter given me by the guards, T con tinued the murney to the military dentist in Stamboul, after a guard had telophaned the news of White's dis appearance to Psamatia Desperate after my failure in face of White's success, I made an unwise oppor | The moments that followed | leaving me | ey CROSSING THE OPEN_SPACE, 1 WA HORRIFIED TO SEE MAHMOUD, ONE OF MY OLD GUARDS. OBVIOUSLY HE WAS LOOKING FOR SOME ONE. | of explanation before misunderstand. |bolt for freedom across the ruins of | ings were cleared up, so that we with- |a recent fire. Before the guards had | drew into a side street. The two |recovered from their surprise, I | guards needed little persuasion to|reached a half demolished wall at’the make them accept. far end of an open space. I shinned Thereupon the third man (the sol-|over the wall, and found myseif in a dier who helped to hold me at thehot- [blind alley. Straight ahead was a tom of the embankment) demanded a |house. and another building cut oft | share. To satisfy him I was forcéd to | the exit to the right. To the left was produce a further sum of five Turkish |a bare wall, too high to be climbed. | pounds. He saluted and left us. I turned round. walked back to | ok ok % |meet the furious guards and handed { ] REMEMBERED that the food sup- | them another pound note apiece. They plies in my pockets might be in- | Ka%ped: but oyt K el Y criminating evidence. I had, also, a |S°IVed anger into laughter. dangerous slip of paper, on which a | We continued to walk toward | Polish_fellow prisoner had drawn a |Stamboul; but each of my arms was | plan of the Galata beerhouse in which |now held tightly. Several times I | T was to meet a Russian friend. of the |heard the guards mention Theodore | chief engineer of the steamer on |(a Greek, who was privy to our plans which we hoped to leave Turkey. |for escaping), so that I was not sur- This T disposed of by tearing it into | prised when they led me into a small shreds behind my back, and dropping cafe near the quay (the Maritza res- the fragments a few at a time, as in | taurant being then out of hounds for a paper-chase. ;vrl!r\norm. where one of them stayed A woman stood in a doorway ‘and | With me Whilé the other fetched the | gazed at us. Asgve brushed past her | Greek waiter to act as interpreter. |on the narrow phvement, I took the | The Turks' object in fetching Theo- | bag of food from my pocket, dumped |dore was that he might explain to | it into her hand and moved on with- |me a story which would saddle them |out a word or a sign. When, from a |with a minimum of blame for White's |few vards ahead. I looked back, she |escape. had opened the bag and was staring | We discussed and amended the in wide-eved surprise at the cocoa— |story, which In its final form was then quite unobtainable in Constanti- |divided into four parts—1) The train nople—which had fallen as from |collision; (2) the shock that knocked heaven. Smaller packages I dropped the four of us over and separated from time to time. | guards from prisoners: (3) the con- The guards told a_rambling tale to | fusion: (4) the discovery that White the police officer, who took notes of |had disappeared, unknown to the rest their description of White, and sent |of the party. out “three gendarmes to search the | Back at Psamatia I found all the streets for him. Afterward I was | prisoners shut up in their rooms. The taken into an inner room and|Turkish commandant was gibbering | with rage. As we entered the arched | tivity doorway, he rushed from and bhoxed the guards' ears. They hore it without A sound. which each of them had concealed in his clothing. WWe told our separate but corrobora- tive tales —how that we had heen knocked over by the shock and missed White in the confusion. Later, the commandant, after tele phonic_communication with the min isiry of war, ordered all the Rritish prisoners to prepare for a fourne into Anatolia on the following day o T half-past 11 the following morn- ing every Britisher at Psamatia marehed away from the prison house. About 50 Tommies, with a detachment of guards, left first, and we—the 15 officer prisoners—followed 20 yards behind them. In the rear was the Turkish officer in charge, with a screen of six guards, who showed fixed bayonets, loaded rifles and smil- |ing ferocity. Three-quarters of the way across tha Galata Bridge the Turkish ser- geant leading us switched the column head to the steps descending to the ferry stage for the Haidar Pasha steamboats. The Tommies were placed at one end of the wooden stage, with a sep- arate group of guards, while the Turkish officer, who sinice the begin- ning of the journey had shown a de- sire to make himself pleasant, took the officer prisoners into a little cafe for cooling drinks. We talked idly to the Greek walt- ress who served us, but at the mo- ment T was too preoccupied to notice anything about her, except that she was plump and obliging. Later, we were grouped some dis tance to the left of the cafe, in a cor- ner of the ferry stage opposite that occupled hy the Tommies. “Our ship comes,” announced the Turkish officer at last, pointing out to sea in the direction of Prinkipo. In five minutes’ time, I knew, the party would be on board that steamer, and once aboard it I should have left behind all hope of escape from cap- comforted | asking | no doubt by the seven Turkish pounds [ might return to fetch some kit that [and anxious. for it was very unlikely | But 1 had the next hest thing The Turk |that the man with the cigarette would | searching an in Turkey. Only five minutes! | his office [ Had the gods left no loophole? | 1 heard Pappas Effendi and Fulton the Turkish officer if they had heen left In the cafe. nodded, and sent them awav, escorted | by a sergeant. I also had left some | kit T claimed on the spur of the mo- | “No, madam, Russian,” T replied. hoping hard that she could speak no | Russian I grew mora and more frightened arrive now. I looked at my watch, and found the time to be 5:25 Finally, the tension of trying_to |at likerty. They might be demanded | at any time in any place by any gen | darme. | Naturally T could produce no vecika After inside pocket, T now handed to the gendarme a _photograph when went to prove that I was “Fritz Richter, Oberleutnant in der Flieger | ment, just as Pappas Effendi and |think clearly while answering the Ger- | truppen.” | Fulton were leaving us. | “follow | | of the party | ‘All right,” said the Turk, your comrades.” In fnil view of the v T walked after Pappas Effendi and | shop, bought a light-gray hat, and left [ J55 3 UCO0GY CRGR (0 Tt b B Fulton. While keeping close to the | sergennt, as if to show 1 was under his wing, T took ecare to remain he. | hind him, %o that he himself should | know nothing of my presence. The little group entered the cafe first Pappas Effendi and Fulton, then | the sergeant, and finally myself, walking moftly. Inside the doorway was the plump waitress, who smiled affably. I staved | near her while the other three passed | to the inside room, where we had been seated earlier. 1 fingered my | lipa warningly, and in soft-spoken | French asked where I could hide The waitress gave no answer, but | without showing the least excitement or even surprise half opened a folding | doorwly that led to the kitchen. 1 planted myself behind it, while she entered the inner room and talked to the Turkish sergeant. | A minute later I heard the three of | them —Pappas Effend, Fulton and the guard—tramp past my doorway and | out to the ferry stage. Just then the arriving steamer hooted. Now,” sald this walitressin-a-mil- lion, “they have gone, and 80 must you. The Turke may come back any | moment, and if they find you here 1| shall suffer more than vou." | “Good-by, and a million thaWks,” 1 sald fervently, and went into the open. Without even turning my head to see whether the disappearance was known, I swerved to the right, and, taking great care not to attract atten tion by walking in haste, passed up the long line of steps leading to the bridge, which I crossed. * Xk k¥ WAS worrled about by chances of meeting the unknown Russian who had agreed to hide White and myself. According to the plan, he was to walt for me in a German beer-house from 2 o'clock to 4. I had heen unable to escape in time for the appointment, and it was now 4:20. Nevertheless, hoping that the Rus- slan might have lingered over his drink, I decided to carry out the ar rangements as if T had arrived in time. Having entered the beer-house (named Zur Neuen Welt), I was to pass down the main room until, on the right-hand side of it, I reached the piano. I must seat myself at the table next to the piano, order a glass of beer, put a cigarette behind my left ear, and look around without showing too much anxiety. Somewhere near me T should find a man whose left ear, also was adorned with a cigaretts. He would occupy the table beyond mine—that is to say, the next but one to the piano, and I was to follow him to a hiding place when he left. It was when T entered the Rier- haus Zur > close-atmoaphered cafe in the Rue. de Galata. The customers inside it were few. Some of them caugh my atten- tion at once, for they included a group of German soldiers and a Turkish offi- cer of gendarmerie who was talking to a civillan. The next table’to the plano was vacant, as were those surrounding it. I sat down, casually placed a cigarette behind my left ear, and ordered,a | 8lass of Munich beer. As I sipped the beer. I looked around the room for the man of mys- tery. Nobody paid the least attention to me. Plenty of cigarettes were held in the hand or the mouth, but none in the cleft of the left ear. The proprietress, a German woman of an especial corpulence, dragged her fleshy body from table to table, and finaliy anchored her bulk by my chair. “You em hot,” she said in Ger- man. “You must have been walking too fast.” “No, I have merely been out in this atrocious sun." “German?’ she asked—at which T was delighted, for it proved that my accent, acquired vears before as a euen Welt—a low-roofed, | man female’s question was more than 1 could stand. 1 paid my bill, and re- turned to the Rue de Galata. I stopped at the nearest outfitting the hlack one Iying on a chair. De- ciding that the water would be safer than the land, T made my way back LI to the bridge, ®ith the intention of | chartering a small boat for a trip up | the Rasporus. Then, crossing the open space fac- ing the bridge. I was horrified to see Mahmoud, one of my old guards. He revolved ' undecidedly, and peered among the crowd. Obviously he was | looking for some one, and the odds were a hundred to one that the some one must be me. I edged away from him being observed, and dodged truft hazaar among the streets beyond the bridge. x ook % SOON afterward I had another nar- row escape. I was leaving the bazaar by a narrow street that look- ed as if it might lead me to the aub- way station of Galata, when a police man barred the wat and said some- thing in Turkish, while holding out his hand expectantly. I failed to understand most of the words: but one of them —vecika - was enough. Vecikas were the Turkish passports with which every honest, or ch but dishonest, civilian had to pro vide himself, if he wished to remain without into the quayside student in Germany, was not yet too rusty to pass muster. I FINGERED MY LIPS WARNINGLY, AND IN SOFT-SPOKEN FRE | | Speaking in fuent clerman. inter spersed with a few words of broken protested violently that I efficer In mufti, and | Turkish, | was a 1 ierman |hle for having presumed to stop a German officer. And neveg was I more frightened than when uttering that {bombaat, Half convineces nd half browheaten the gendarme fook the photograph {Tooked at it dubiously, and consulted |a Greek from among the |crowd that circled us. This man, | appeared. claimad to know German. | T understood little of the conversa 1t 4 really policeman _asked 1 was A ed him that it proclaimed me to be a Supreme Lieutenant of Flying Sol diers “Pek ee, | darme to me [ graph, saluted and apologized. then went away. So did I. I returned cautiously, through a combination of side streets, to the | bridgehead, and was relieved to find | that Mahmoud had disappeared. From | the "quay I chartered a rowing boat, and ordered the Turkish kaiktche to | row me up the Bosporus. | T decided that I had better spena the night aboard the Russian tramp steamer, on which White and I were lto travel as stowaw Its name effendim.” sald the gen He returned tha photo He curfous | tion, but as far as I could gather the | German officer, and the Greek, read.| ing the signature laboriously, inform- | was the Batoum, and most of its offi- | cers wera in the conspiracy to help | in return for substantial payment. Having made the kalktche take me to the tramp I climbed to the deck. At the top of the gangway was a tall man, made noticeahls by & b mustacha and a well preased uniform of white drfil. Obviously he was & ship’s officer, an1 as such he must be | one of the avndieate whom Capt. | White and I ware bribing. “Russky vapor Batoum?” I asked in_ pidgin-Russian “Da.” He produced a bonk of English phrases, with thelr Russian equive- |lents. Opening it at a prepared page |he ran his finger down the list and | satd-—'Seegnal” ignal? s, ceegarette seagnal.” Remembering the arrangements for the heer-housa rendezvous, 1 placed a cigarette behind my left ear; whereat the chief engineer and the first mat smiled and shook hands. | Nelther of them could speak any language hut Russian, so that we talk ed with difficulty, exchanging half- | understood patter from the phrase book. I slept on tha first mate's eouch, with my money tucked next to my skin. Next morning 1 was introduced | to the third mate, a stock Lett, who could speak German. interpreter the chief explained his ar | rangements. I was to dress myself as a Russtan sallor, leave the Batoum, and be lsd |to the hiding place in Pera. White and I were to remain there for week, until the day hefore the s ailed. We could then he safely | cenled on hoard the Ratoum until she was safely out of the Rosporus. (Copyright, 1927.) Using him as CH ASKED WHERE I COULD HIDE. Smallwood Family Records in Wasflingfon Are Found by Rambler ASHINGTO) records show that several of our early citizens bort the mname Smallwood. In looking for the will of Samuel N. Small- wood, mayor of Washington, or for the administration of his estate— which matter has been given you— | the Rambler tound the will of Richard L. Smallwood, filed 1 and the ad- ministratiort cases of Ruth Smallwood, widow of Samuel Smallwood; Thomas Smaliwood, Waiter B. Small. wood and Henry Smallwood. Letters of administration on the es. te of Ruth Smallwood were granted November 15, 1536, John: Addison and the sureties, W. D. Addison and Henry Naylor. Administration of the estate Thomas Smallwood, “late of the U. S, frigate Essex,” was ordered February , 1809, with David James adminis tor and William Prime and Henry Knowles sureties 3 The estate of Walter B. Smallwood was ordered administered January 26, 1813. The deceased “of Washington County.” The execu- trix was the widow, Sarah Smallwood, and the sureties on her bond were John B. Boarman and William Nevitt. In the case of Henry Smallwood, whose estate was ordered administered May 26, 1810, the deceaced was de. scribed as “late of Charles County, Md.” John Spalding of Prince Georges County was administrator, and Charles Boarman and Basil Bowling were Bureties The Rambler believes that the Small woods named, and hundreds of their descendants (many of whom ‘live in ‘Washington), were of the same fam- 11y with Gen. Willlam Smallwood. A few years ago the Rambler visited the grave of Gen. Smallwood on his plantation on the Potomac and in Charles County, and wrote an account of the trip for vou. Gen. Smallwood's home was reached by a narrow road from Grinders Wharf on Mattawoman | the house a path led | Creek, and )] through a field to the grave. Let me take a few paragraphs from that Ram- ble, written, I helteve, in 1316: “The Rambler followed this road to the ruinous home and the grave of Gen. Willlam Smallwood, a distin- guished officer of the Continental Army ton, was cordially and honorably men. tioned by Washington in military pa pers and was given a vote of thanks by Congress for his service in the New Jersey campaign. He hecame Governor of Maryland and exercised & corisiderable influence in public af- e called his estate Mattawoman, @fter the creek so named, and his oldings, nearly intact, are the pr erty of John W. Carpenter, eides farming part of the land, exer: cises the office of Grinders Whart, h busy .office when the dai from or leaves for Washington. “When the estate of Gen. is quite a The executor was | of | was described as | He was a friend of Washing- | {?m when our Republic was young. | p- | who, be- | whartkeeper of | + boat comes Small- wood - passed feoma his collateral heirs |(be having no direct heirs), it was | Maryland in 1785, | bought by John Grinder of Washing- |1792.” { ton, whom many young persons with | Gen. Smallwood did not die on his | gray hair will recall as one of'the “Mattawoma but at ‘“the large brickmakers of South Washing- | vard.” 1 do not know where the |ton. John Grinder's wife was Dolly | Woodyard is, but memory suggests to | Evans. After the death of John 'me that it is on the road leading from Grinder, Mattawoman passed to his the Washington-Marlhoro road to Sur- | son, Edward M. Grinder, who married | rattsville. I think “the Woodyard" | Hannah Greenwell of Washington. |was an ancestral plantation of the heir daughter, Mary Grinder, mar-|Sewell family. 1 may be wrong about ried John W. Carpenter, and they live | this. I have not time_to look it up. in a fine brick house bowered in a |If I have erred in this Woodyard mat- pretty garden a few hundred yards |ter, T wish you would become indi from’ the collapsing house in which [nant and write me a scorching letter. en. Smallwond lived, and the monu- | Do not fail to denounce my ignorance, ment which was erected at his grave | Hercle! Confiteor multa me ignorare, by the Maryland Society of the Sons |interdum, se no saepe—that is, I do of the American Revolution, July 4, not confess it often. 1808, Well, T know that Gen. Smallwood died at the Woodyard and not at Mat- tawoman, hecause what follows was printed in the Maryland Gazette Feb- ruary 21, 1 “On Saturday, the 14th instant, de- parted this life at the Woodyard in Prince Georges County, aged about 60 ars, the Hon. Maj. Gen. Willlam { M nallwood, formerly Governor of the tate of Maryland. Prominent as a Commissioned Colonel in’| goidjer, wise and decided a states. 1 Major |man, inflexible as a patriot, he uni- wor of | formly distinguished himself in the | Died February 14, * ok % HE granite block at wood's grave, ahout which b weeds and wild ehrubbery grew, has | this inscription: “In Memory of Gen Willlam Smallwood, a Hero of the merican Revolution and a Native of Gen. Small- ars, | Maryland. 1776, Brigadier General | General 1780 Elected i \ | | ) | | | I3 ) cabinet and in the fleld, and through | County, September 5, 1772, He mar- the vicissitudes of a long and doubtful war maintained and possessed the con- dence and applause of his country, while in the private walks of life he was richly revered for his probity of heart, the enduring ardor and stead- fastness of his friendship and for his candid social deportment toward all ranks of his fellow citizens.” Allen C. Clark, president of the Co- lumbia Historical Assocation, wrote a paper on Samuel N. Smallwood and read It before the society January 16, 1923. The Rambler likea to appropri- ate the work of scholarly and famous writers, and to make this ramble in- teresting he quotes the following from Mr. Clark’s paper: “C'ol. James Smallwood was an emli- grant to Maryland. He was a member of the councll and besides honorably prominent. His title was his connec. tion with the militia of Charles County. Of his descendants was Gen. William Smallwood of the American Revolu- tionary Army. Samuel Smallwood was a grandson of the emigrant. The maiden name of his wife was Martha Ann Berry. He died July, 1785. S8am- uel Nicholls Smallwood, son of Samuel and Martha Ann, was born in Charles ried Ruth Beall. The license was 1ssued in Prince Georges County, Feb- ruary 28, 1801, “Mr. Smallwood came to the Fed- eral City in 1794, six vears in advance of the transfer of the General Govern- ment to it. In 1799 he had superin- tendence of the laborers at the Capi- tol, for June of that year he was di- rected by the Commissioners to em. ploy proper persons for the service. Mr: Smallwood became a lumber mer. chant and a_wharfinger. The wharf was on the Eastern Branch between Third and Fourth streets. It changed ita name from Smallwood to Blagden in time. “On or about the wharves were evi- dences of commercial enterprise from Smallwood's perfod to the early 70s. The writer vividly recalls, 870, the wharves stored on its sides with lum- ber, coal and wood schooners, three and four masted, the masts like pines, tall and shaven, tied to the wharves and anchored out beyond, the darkles unloading the cargoes with measured | movement and merry snatches of songs, the strings of horses and carts To the westward of the wharves were the clay flelds and the brickyards. ““The leaders of industry, the wharf proprietors and the brick manufac- turers lived nearby in mansions of solid construction and dignified design. Mr. Smallwood's residence s on Vir- ginia avenue between hird and Fourth streets, on the north side. From its elevated position he could see the wharf and the water bearing the sall-winged craft. The residence, now Friendship House Social Settle: ment, is No. 324, and its exterior at least 'has o change, and perhaps the interior none, since on its parlor walls were hung Mr. Smallwood's likeness of Gen. Washington, and also in frame the Declaration of Independence.” * oK K X 'HE RAMBLER has found the name Smallwood in a number of old Maryland _records. In 1700 John Bayne of Charles County left part of a tract near Plscataway Creek to his godson, Bayne Smallwood. To an- other godson, Bayne iggs, he left part of his property. He also left land to his son Elsworth, his wife Ann, his daughter Ann and his'son Walter. The witnesses to the will were Ellinor like caravans coming and departing. eley, Willlam Belt and Joseph Cowper. Smallwood, Col. Col. John Courta. John Smallwood of Charles County left a will, dated March 20, 1693, nam- John Addison and James, Matthew, Thomas and Wil llam. and his brother-in-law, Cornelius Maddocks. The Smallwoods in Charles County shown in the census of 1790 were Gen. William Smallwood, with two free white males under 16 yvears in his famlily, five frea white females, seven other free persona and 56 siaves; Capt. Thomas Smallwood, seven slaves and two white females and one male in family; Ledstone Smallwood, ir., one slave and three in family: Ledstone Smallwood, sr., four in family; Pryor Smallwood, no slaves; James Small- wood, nine slaves and seven in fam. {ly: Susanna Smallwood, six slaves and two In family: Walter Smallwood, single, with four slaves; Henry Small. wood, wife, child and one slave; Ann Smallwood, single, with 1 slaves; Bayne, Ellinor Beale, Thomas Which- » Bean Smallwood of Pryor, no siaves; .| John Smallwood of James, three in and the trustees were Maj. James|family and no slaves: Ann, widow of John Smallwood, three slaves and five in family; Basil Smallwood, four in family and one siave; Thomas Small- wood of Thomas, six in family and no ing his wife, Lettes; daughter, Esther; slaves; Hezekiah Smallwood, four in brother, Praver (or Pryor); sister, family and one slave; Pryor Small Mary Maddocks; sister, Sarah; his|wood of Thomas, single, and no slave:; brothers, Bayne, Benjamin, Ledstone, | Bean Smallwood of Thomas, four in family and no slave, and Mary Small- wood, six in family and no slave. I did not look up the Smaliwoods who were living in Prince Georges County fn 1790, but the census would no doubt show' several of that name, rome of whom were living in that part of the county which was dedicated to the Federal Government and became that part of the District of Columbia east of Rock Creek. I am not ambi tlous, laudis et honoris cupidus or otherwise, to do any more work than necessary to hold this job, but if any ¥ Smallwoods will come to the corner of the Avenue and Eleventh street and cry out that they want information of the Smallwoods of 1790 I will get busy. TLooking back into my old story of Gen. Smallwood, which vou read with | great attention and forgot the next |day. I find that I can save myself some trouble by reprinting this: | ““Gen. William Smallwood was horn in Kent County, Md., in 1732, the year | of George Washington's birth. He was a son of Bayne Smallwood and Priscilla Heberd, a Virginia lady. His father was a merchant, planter and a member of the Maryland Legislature and at one€ time presiding officer of the Court of Common Pleas. Willlam Smallwood was sent to ‘school in Eng land, attending first a_schoof kept by Thomas Rebask of Kendale, West- | moreland. He completed his schooling at Eton." | Gen. Smallwood’s military sarvice hegan as an officer in the colonial con- tingent from Maryland in the French and Indian War.” On April 24. 1775, | he set out from Annapolis to Boston with 1,400 men, and these troops be- Ham- part of Lord Stirling's brigade. n the Long Island campaign he shared in the distinotion whien came to the Maryland Line, and in the New Jersey campaign his troops took part in the important battles. On the death of Baron de Kalb, Smallwood was pro- moted to the command of a division. After the fighting at Princeton and Trenton, Washington noted in his military correspondence that “Small wood's troops have been reduced to A mere handful of men, but they took part in the engagements with their usual gallantry and won great re- nown." Easy. Teacher—Give me an explanation of three punctuation marks. —A comma is the brake that elows down the speed, an exclamation | golnt 18 an accident and a period is 8 umper. i s ‘ s Capital