Incidents
 
     In 1824, the "Codorus, " a small steamboat of about one hundred
tons, arrived at Danville, on an experimental trip up the Susque-
hanna, and was received with the great demonstrations of joy by the
citizens.  A public banquet was given to the officers of the boat, at
 the old Cross Keys tavern that stood on the river bank.  The banquet
was numerously attended, and high hopes were entertained of the
speedy and successful navigation of the Susquehanna river by steam.
But, alas, these bright visions were of short duration.  The boat pro-
ceeded on her voyage, and when near Berwick exploded he boiler,
killing or fatally injuring a number of her crew.  This terrible dis
aster dispelled all hope of successfully navigating the river by steam.
More than half a century has passed away and no attempt has been
made since that fatal voyage of the "Codorus," of York.

     James Hamilton the junior member of the firm of King & Hamil-
ton, merchants, in 1813, was a suitor for the hand of Miss Lydia
Evans, but his ardent love was not reciprocated.  He was rejected
by the fair Lydia.  This rejection made him desperate, and he com-
mitted suicide, by shooting himself with a pistol.  This was the first
suicide that occurred in the town of Danville, and it was long re-
membered with horror.  These sad occurances have not been fre-
quent in this place.  Perhaps young folks do not love as desperately
as they did in the olden time, or the fair maidens of to-day are less
cruel than they were in earlier times.  We have no record of anysub-
sequent suicide in Danville, for a similar cause; as those who are
rejected, instead of blowing out their brains, gracefully retreat and
then seek a more congenial spirit.

     In 1778, one evening at dusk, Gen. Daniel Montgomery noticed
what seemed an empty canoe floating down the river.  Taking a 
small boat he rowed out to inspect the strange craft.  Approaching
the canoe he saw an Indian lying in the bottom apparently armed
with bow and arrows.  On second thought he resolved to pull up
to the canoe.  On coming along side he found that the Indian was
dead.  A dead rooster was fixed to the bow of the canoe, a bow
and arrows were in his hands and a card was on the Indian's breast,
bearing the words, "Let the bearer go to his master King George
or the devil."  Montgomory drew the canoe ashore, where many
citizens inspected its curious freight.  It was then sent adrift and
has never been heard of since.  It proved to be the corpse of a noted
chief among the Indians, named "Anthony Turkey."  He was killed
on the Kingston Flats, while on a murderous invasion among the
settlers in Wyoming vallye, and his dead body was sent afloat in
an old canoe, as it was found by Montgomery.

      My grandfather and grandmother Goodman were among the old
residents of Danville.  They are buried side by side in the old Luth-
eran grave-yard.  Grandfather Goodman was a coverlet weaver, and
made bed coverings according to the fashion of that day.  they
were woven of bright colors in fanciful patterns.  Some were orna-
mented with birds, flowers, stars, or trailing vines.  An old record
speaks of him as a "man of culture."  He had a good library,
chiefly German books, many of them in large quarto, Leipsic edi-
tions.  He devoted much time to study.  Grandmother survived
him a number of years, and was killed by being thrown from a wagon
by a runaway horse.  My uncle Philip Goodman's daughter, Eliza
Ann, was married to Doctor Samuel G. Maus.  He was a man of
considerable prominence in his profession, and was for a number of
years in partnership with Doctor Logan, father of Senator Logan of
Illinois.  Doctor Maus died at Pekin, Illinois, in February, 1872.
This union between Doctor Maus and Ann Eliza Goodman, brings
the writer of this volume into outside relationship with the Maus
and the Frazer families.

     The first dancing school in Danville was opened by Philip Gra-
ham of Milton, in the Pennsylvania hotel then kept by Philip
Goodman and now by J. V. Gillaspy.  This dancing school was
attended by the young folks of the town, and also by many from the
surrounding country.  Among the latter was Philip F. Maus, then
quite a youth.  His father, Joseph Maus, had been persuaded to
send him in order that he might keep pace with the times.  Mr.
Philip F. Maus did not take kindly to the exercise and soon aban-
doned it.  He now laughs heartily at the idea of his scholarship,
and does not regret that his tastes and habits, in early life, were of
a more substantial character.

     Philip Goodman, uncle to the writer, for a long time kept the old
"Pennsylvania," now the Revere House, near the bridge.  He also
kept a store in the same building, where he carried on an extensive
trade with surrounding farmers, especially in exchanging goods for
wheat.  Mr. Maus, at the Mausdale mill, ground the wheat and 
sent the flour in barrels down the river on boats.  Immense quanti-
ies of flour by this mode of transportation, were sent to Philadel-
phia and Baltimore.  These boats had only to be guided on their
downward voyage; but returning up stream was a tedious and la-
 boriouse process.  They were pushed up with long poles set on the
bottom of the river, braced against the shoulder of the boatmen,
when a tramp, from bow to stern, would send them up the length 
of the boat.  And yet, in this tiresome way a crew often pushed a
boat twenty miles a day.