#Hamilton Township

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Klockner Road, Hamilton Township, New Jersey.

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Week 30 - Reflection

“Dorion” by Bruce Beasley at the Grounds for Sculpture

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Party Crasher

Grounds for Sculpture, Hamilton Township, New Jersey.

[conandaily2022]

Hamilton Township, New Jersey teacher Jessica Sawicki accused of sexually assaulting student

Jessica Sawicki, 37, of Point Pleasant, Ocean County, New Jersey, United States is a teacher at Hamilton High School West in Hamilton Township, Mercer County, New Jersey. It is one of the three secondary schools of the Hamilton Township School District.

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[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"THIEVES PREY UPON FARMERS," Hamilton Spectator. August 29, 1933. Page 7. ---- Fruit thieves in Saltfleet township are playing such havoc with the crops that drastic action was taken to-day in an effort to give farmers a fair break. Three special constables have been sworn in, Reeve J. H. Carscallen reported, and if the raids continue in spite of the added protection, more will be appointed.

"Some of the farmers in the district have had no recourse but to stay awake all night guarding their crops," Mr. Carscallen said. "The situation has become so acute that we had to do something about it. We simply have to stop fruit thieving."

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A Tarnished Copper Boy

Previous | Next Last chapter, it was Spring Break 1986, Vecna was vanquished but Steve mysteriously disappeared when he touched the gate in Eddie's trailer.

Chapter 2: The Sentinel

Fall 1984

Eddie slams his school bag against the side of the couch before falling onto its worn cushions, huffing. It’s only day one into his repeat of senior year and he already wants to quit.

Today had been an unending exercise in patience after walking through the wide doors of Hawkins High, while also pretending not to experience the wash of humiliation for failing to graduate last year. Already thinking that he looks older and certainly feels older than most of the student body.

He'd caught glances from the former juniors too. Typically, being seen as the resident freak wouldn’t get to Eddie. He likes to court that sort of attention every now and then.

But the knowledge that he’s returned due to his own fuck up turned their scrutiny into tiny, pointed daggers stabbing across his back. It made his skin crawl and his van had squealed out of the parking lot minutes after the final bell rang.

An image of Wayne’s hopeful face fills his vision and Eddie’s head falls back against the arm with a groan. He had promised Wayne that he would try again and there is nothing he wouldn’t do for his uncle.

Glaring at the open bag, Eddie decides however that he doesn’t need to tackle it all immediately. Day one, he reasons to himself, pulling out his campaign notebook and pushing The Great Gatsby further into the depths of his backpack.

The scratch of his pen on paper is the only sound in the trailer as Eddie details his new idea about a township under siege. Afternoon sunlight spills past the curtains hanging on the window, the warm glow of it creating a soothing space as he determinedly forgets his day. Eddie faintly notes from its frantic barking that the Hamilton’s dog has spotted a cat when his calm is shattered.

A falling object slams from the ceiling to the floor. The thud echoes through the trailer and shudders under Eddie’s seat.

Pulse jumping in surprise he scrambles away from the moaning intruder sprawled face-down on the carpet. What the fuck, Eddie thinks, head whipping around in increasing shock, urgently looking for where the man had come from.

He’s half crouched, eyeing the front door, when the man struggles to push up onto his hands and knees, back facing Eddie. “Why’d you move the mattress?” He calls out irately.

The surprise of such a non-sequitur briefly knocks Eddie out of his fear and he peers closer, trying to make sense of this strange turn to his afternoon.

He’s just had a moment to take in the back of mud-splattered pants and a brown leather bomber jacket before the man bellows, “Christ!” He plunges to his side, kicking his legs in pain. “Shitting Christ,” he hisses, clutching at his sides. “Like a thousand fucking needles.”

The genuine pain in his voice has Eddie pausing from his bent position, warily watching and surprising himself as he asks, “Are you okay, man?” He immediately slaps a hand to his forehead: what idiot is concerned for the wellbeing of their home invader?

“Yeah,” the man eventually groans, rolling over onto his back and slowing his breathing. He gingerly rises, propping one hand behind him for support and running fingers through thick bronze locks. “Just a bad landing, is all,” Steve Harrington says in the middle of Eddie’s trailer.

Eddie absently wonders whether it’s his head tilting to the side or if it’s the world spiralling that has the ground swaying under him so abruptly. Either way, it does nothing to distract from the shock that’s rung through him like a slap to the face.

Steve’s eyes suddenly lock on Eddie and, bizarrely, a shadow of concern clouds his expression. “Shit,” he rushes to his knees, darting to hover over him, his palms raised like he doesn’t know where to touch first. “Are you okay? You shouldn’t be moving like that.”

Steve pushes him gently against the couch and, just as bizarrely, Eddie simply… lets him. The surprise of this entire situation numbing him into a blank compliance.

Steve presses his hands against the sides of Eddie’s torso, the warmth of it scalding through his thin shirt, before frowning and shaking his head. “No, it was…” He redirects his attention, staring intently at Eddie’s lap before starting to pat large palms against his legs. He frowns, “Where’s the blood?”

But it’s Steve’s thumb moving against the inside of his thigh—the intimacy of the inadvertent gesture—that finally jolts Eddie out of his shock and he slaps at Steve’s roving fingers with one hand and uses the other to push him away.

Unprepared for Eddie’s hasty resistance, Steve falls on his backside with an oomph, arms splaying behind him to keep himself upright. His face is one long crease, mouth downturned and brows furrowed. “Where are your injuries?” He asks urgently, eyes darting over Eddie’s exposed neck and collarbones.

“What injuries?” Eddie asks in exasperation, feeling like he’s going out of his mind.

Steve leans urgently forward, gesturing with a frantic hand. “The bats, man. You’re— that is, you were pumping blood out of those bites just a second ago. I thought Robin was going to puke if she had to look under your bandage one more time. Robin—” His head swivels, turning and twisting, trying to find—Eddie assumes—this Robin.

Under his warm tan, Steve pales even as his breathing picks up. “Where’s Robin? What about Dustin? Why—” His head snaps to the ceiling in a way that has Eddie wincing in sympathetic pain. He follows his eyeline but all he can see is the normal plain beige above them, and that small water stain that looks like Australia in the corner.

Steve’s wide eyes shoot back to Eddie, panic clear in their depths as they frantically take in every detail. He shifts back onto his knees, slowly reaching out to touch the end of Eddie’s hair, now long enough to just brush his shoulders. His fingers tremble. “Your hair, it’s so short. And…” He swallows, the gulp audible in the silence of the room, “You’re okay. The trailer is okay.”

He trails off, gaze turning inward before focusing on the curl pinched between his fingertips. “It hasn’t happened yet, has it.”

Steve’s face is inches from his own, enough that Eddie can feel the warmth of his breath as it washes over his skin. He’s not keen on how Steve’s invading his personal space but doesn’t have it in him to push someone away when they are so clearly freaking out.

The guy looks like he’s teetering on the edge of a full-blown panic attack. And the last thing he needs is some jock losing his mind in Eddie’s home; though, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s talked someone down from a bad trip.

Eddie sighs, he may not like or even really know Steve, but he doesn’t want  to see him suffer either. “Steve,” Eddie says gently, trying to break through the fog clouding his expression, “What’d you take, man?”

That’s the first thing to figure out: has he been mixing with drinks, is it some bad shrooms, or a paranoid spiral from getting too baked? Eddie’s thinking something along the lines of acid if the guy is hallucinating bats big enough to take down a fully grown man.

Steve snorts, a bit of colour returning to his face as he drops Eddie’s curls, leaning back onto his heels. “No, man. I’m not high.” His head tilts back as he spears his fingers through his hair and Eddie struggles not to look too closely at the smooth skin stretched over his neck or the pretty little moles dotted across it.

“Not high, but I feel a little out of my mind. I think…” He curses, still staring up at the ceiling like it’s an oracle about to unveil otherworldly guidance. “I think I’m not in the right place or the right—” He stops like he can’t say it.

Eddie shifts uneasily against the couch. For the most part, Steve seems in his right mind, even if the contents of what he’s saying don’t make much sense.

His gaze narrowing, Eddie finally realises that the man in front of him also looks very different from the high school junior of last year. He appears roughed up, for one thing, with smudges of dirt smeared across a cheek and under his chin. And his jaw looks sharper and hair longer, more 70’s rebel than 1950’s greaser.

“The ‘right’ what?” Eddie asks softly, figuring it won’t hurt to play along and understand what’s making Steve stop and start his sentences like a stalling engine.

Plus, he’s sort of intrigued by this rugged version of the prep jock that he’s used to seeing in the hallways. The dissonance was disorientating at first, but he can’t deny that it’s a good look on him.

Steve gazes at Eddie’s shoulder-length hair again, dropping his eyes to the backpack against the couch that’s half open and spilling onto the floor, his school notepad and maths textbook peeking through. “Remind me, Eddie. What grade are you in right now?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, trying to think if they had any classes together today to justify the annoyance that runs through him. If nothing else, a returning senior is still noteworthy he thinks a little bitterly. “Come on, Harrington. It’s day one of our final year, don’t tell me you’ve checked out this early.”

“Right,” Steve nods to himself, Eddie’s irritation not even registering. “1984. You were at the desk in front of me in Click's. I’d catch you drawing your characters and monsters for Hellfire rather than taking notes.”

Eddie’s eyebrows fly up in surprise, “You know about Hellfire?”

Steve takes in Eddie’s expression, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Yeah man, my kids love that club.” He rolls up to his feet in an easy movement that has Eddie vaguely jealous.

Standing tall above Eddie with one hand curled around his hip he looks like he’s about to outline the Tiger’s new gameplan, Steve continues to explain, “I was a bit jealous at first, but Dustin loves it and really that’s what matters, right? Dustin…” He snaps his fingers, lips firming, “He’ll know what’s going on.”

“Uh, you might be thinking of some other club then, because we don’t have a Dustin,” Eddie says.

Steve’s smile deepens, a small secretive thing like he’s laughing at a joke that Eddie may not know but oddly he doesn’t feel like it’s at his expense either. “No, not yet. You’ll love him though.” He hums thoughtfully, “It’s hard not to like the little butthead. Hey, you have the van yet?”

Eddie blinks from the abrupt change of topic and at Steve as he unerringly strides to the space on the wall by the front door. “Yeah?” He says, confused as Steve plucks the Chevrolet’s chain from the hooks where he and Wayne keep their keys.

It’s out in the open so Eddie’s not exactly shocked that Steve went there first, but his confidence at finding the location in one go is weird.

Eddie supposes the ghoul figurine that he had painted and tailored to work as a key chain makes it even more obvious since Steve Harrington apparently knows about Dungeons and Dragons and thus can guess that the monster hanging on the hook is likely Eddie’s.

Eddie, who he has noticed in class. Or will. He’s not sure about the whole thing concerning Mrs Click’s class since they didn’t have history today.

The jarring difference between Steve’s words against reality must be the reason that Eddie feels a half step behind, which is also why it takes a moment to launch into action when Steve twirls the key ring around one blunt finger before stepping out of the trailer. The screen door slaps shut behind him.

“Hey!” Eddie calls out, scrambling after him only to find that Steve is waiting outside. He moves Eddie gently down the steps with his hands around his biceps before turning to close the door. After the quiet snick of the lock turning, he presses the keys into Eddie’s hand. “Give me a lift?”

Eddie closes his gaping mouth and nods dumbly. Sure, why not, he thinks, swallowing down a giggle at the ridiculous circus his afternoon has devolved into. Steve jogs over to the unlocked van door and launches himself onto the passenger seat, wincing and grabbing at his side with a soft curse.

Eddie frowns as he follows him into the driver’s side, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Steve just smiles, pushing a hand back to rap against the passenger window, “You should lock your car door, man. It’d be pretty easy to hotwire, right?”

Staring at Steve, whose tongue is firmly in his cheek and looking less lost and more amused, Eddie wonders aloud, “What is even happening right now?”

“Ignore me,” Steve shakes his head, eyes glimmering with humour. “Can you get to Piney Wood Drive off of Church Street?”

Eddie nods slowly, not completely sure about why he’s allowing himself to be directed by Steve’s whims. He thinks that a sort of morbid curiosity for this mystery is pulling him along like metal fillings drawn to a shiny magnet.

“Sure,” he finally answers, turning the key. Judas Priest blasts from the stereo and Rob Halford growls about the growing storm. Eddie reverses off the gravel while Steve reaches over to turn the volume down, but surprisingly doesn’t flick it off.

Steve doesn’t say anything for a moment, just looking out at the blur of houses past the window and tapping his finger against the car door in time with the beat. “Is this Ozzy?” He asks.

Eddie blinks at the stop sign they’ve paused at, “You know Black Sabbath?” Has his soul left his body? Maybe Eddie’s the one tripping balls back at home because surely Steve doesn’t know Black Sabbath.

“Not really,” Steve chuckles. “I just know he’s pretty metal — bit a bat onstage, right?”

Again with the bats. “You have a thing for small flying marsupials?” Eddie turns left onto Highland Drive, slowing down as an older couple cross the middle of the street. “I don’t think they are. Marsupials, that is.” Steve gestures to his stomach, “No, uh, pouches, right?”

Eddie reroutes his thoughts to safer, saner places than a world where he’s being taught species characteristics by someone he’s fairly sure he’s not exchanged two words with before today. He decides to flip the script instead, “No, this is Judas Priest. The Sentinel.”

“Is that a D&D reference?”

Eddie huffs in disbelief, “No, it’s the song title. It’s about a protector that’s ready to defend against any threat. He’s pretty badass, has blades and everything.”

“Sounds like D&D,” Steve snorts as Eddie turns down Church Street.

Eddie inclines his head, “Touche. Now, where are we heading?” Steve directs him to the top of the incline on Piney Wood Drive where a cluster of birch trees surround a wide, single-storey house. The peaks of the roof charmingly peer out between the tall, white trunks like a little hobbit home.

And it’s as the house’s entrance swings open—Eddie helpless to do anything but follow behind Steve at this point—that he finds himself in front of a little hobbit as well.

A pipsqueak pulls the door back with a demanding sort of energy, his face is framed by tight brown curls shoved under a blue and white baseball cap and when he opens his mouth to speak, Eddie sees that his top front teeth are missing. “Steve?”

“Dustin!” Steve steps forward and roughly pulls the kid into his arms. Dustin’s expression looks like an echo of Eddie’s earlier bewilderment, but he gingerly reaches a small hand up to awkwardly pat him on the back.

Steve hangs there for an extra second before roughly clearing his throat and standing up again, though his hand continues to rest on Dustin’s shoulder. “Buddy,” he says, “You’ve got to help me out here: I’m a freaking time traveller.”

(This will have a similiar release schedule to The Gift, with Ao3 always updated first :) )

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TUMBLR SONG CHALLENGE

1. A song you discovered this month:

Movement - Hozier

2. A song that always makes you smile:

Dance With Me - Topline Addicts

3. A song that makes you cry:

Happier Than Ever - Billie Eilish

4. A song you know all the words to:

The First Step - Will Wood

5. A song that reminds you of an ex:

Vampire - Olivia Rodrigo

6. A song that gives you inspiration:

Burn - Hamilton

7. A song that means a lot to you:

Dear God - XTC

8. An underrated song:

Karma - OR3O

9. A song from your favorite album:

Love, Me Normally - Will Wood

10. A song from your childhood:

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

11. A song that reminds you of summer:

Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles

12. A song you discovered from a band before they were cool:

Hot Sugar - Glass Animals

13. A song that reminds you of an ex best friend:

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing - Set It Off

14. A song that someone showed you:

Poison Poison- Renee Rapp

15. A song from a soundtrack:

World Burn - Mean Girls

16. A song that reminds you of your mom:

Somebody to Love - Queen

17. A song that reminds you of being a teen:

Seventeen - MARINA

18. A song that reminds you of somebody you dislike:

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

19. A perfect song for when it rains:

Thank You - Dido

20. A song you discovered from a TV Show:

Good Ole Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

21. A song you have your own meaning of:

Knee Socks - Arctic Monkeys

22. A song with a long title:

Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! - Will Wood

23. A song with a color in the title:

Maroon - Taylor Swift

24. A song that you’ve had stuck in your head:

Too Sweet - Hozier

25. A song your friends have gotten you to listen to:

All Too Well - Taylor Swift

26. A song you listen to when you feel exhausted:

Day Job - Emerson Brophy

27. A song that describes how you feel right now:

Well, Better Than The Alternative - Will Wood

28. A song you used to love but now hate:

Brass Goggles - Steam Powered Giraffe

29. Most recent downloaded song:

Like Real People Do - Hozier

30. A song that makes you feel hot:

She’s Such a Bitch - Mirage

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So fucked and funny that there is a whole township in new jersey named for hamilton and none for burr, actual new jersey native

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With a 17-4 vote, workers at the Succasunna Starbucks store voted to unionize, making it the fifth store in the state to do so. The store, located in Morris County at 401 Route 10, is in the Succasunna and Ledgewood sections of Roxbury Township. Under the leadership of Starbucks Workers United, four other locations in New Jersey have also unionized, including: Hopewell, Hamilton, Summit and Montclair. Starbucks Workers United, formed by Starbucks workers, has taken the labor movement by storm. Since December 2021, over 8,000 workers in 320 Starbucks stores in 38 states and the District of Columbia have successfully unionized, making it the company with more new unions than any in the 21st century.

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2024 New York Yankees Roster

Pitchers

#0 Marcus Stroman (Brookhaven, New York)*

#29 Clayton Beeter (North Richland Hills, Texas)**

#30 Luke Weaver (DeLand, Florida)

#35 Clay Holmes (Slocomb, Alabama)

#36 Clarke Schmidt (Acworth, Georgia)

#41 Tommy Kahnle (Colonie, New York)

#43 Jonathan Loáisiga (Managua, Nicaragua)

#45 Gerrit Cole (Orange, California)

#47 Victor González (Ciudad Tuxpan, Mexico)*

#55 Carlos Rodón (Holly Springs, North Carolina)

#56 Lou Trivino (Green Lane, Pennsylvania)

#57 Nick Burdi (Downers Grove Township, Illinois)*

#59 Scott Effross (Twinsburg, Ohio)

#64 Caleb Ferguson (Jefferson Township, Ohio)*

#65 Nestor Cortés; Jr. (Hialeah, Florida)

#71 Ian Hamilton (Vancouver, Washington)

#81 Luis Gil (Azua De Compostella, Dominican Republic)

#87 McKinley Moore (Houston, Texas)*

Catchers

#28 Austin Wells (Las Vegas, Nevada)

#39 Jose Trevino (Corpus Christi, Texas)

Infielders

#11 Anthony Volpe (Watchung, New Jersey)

#19 Jon Berti (Troy, Michigan)*

#25 Gleyber Torres (Santiago De León De Caracas, Venezuela)

#26 D.J. LeMahieu (Bloomfield Charter Township, Michigan)

#48 Anthony Rizzo (Parkland, Florida)

#91 Oswald Peraza (Barquisimeto, Venezuela)

Outfielders

#12 Trent Grisham (North Richland Hills, Texas)*

#14 Jahmai Jones (Peachtree Corners, Georgia)*

#22 Juan Soto; Jr. (Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic)*

#24 Alex Verdugo (Tucson, Arizona)*

#27 Giancarlo Stanton (Los Angeles, California)

#89 Jasson Domínguez (Esperanza, Dominican Republic)

#95 Oswaldo Cabrera (Gaurenas, Venezuela)

#99 Aaron Judge (San Joaquin County, California)

Coaches

Manager Aaron Boone (Villa Park, California)

Bench coach Brad Ausmus (New Haven, Connecticut)

Hitting coach James Rowson (Mt. Vernon, New York)

Assistant hitting coach Casey Dykes (Franklin, Tennessee)

Assistant hitting coach Pat Roessler (Phoenix, Arizona)

Pitching coach Matt Blake (Concord, New Hampshire)

Assistant pitching coach Desi Druschel (Vinton, Iowa)

Catching coach Tanner Swanson (Cle Elum, Washington)

Bullpen coach Mike Harkey (San Diego, California)

1B/infield coach Travis Chapman (Jacksonville, Florida)

3B/outfield coach Luis Rojas (Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic)

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I will be at the American Library Association conference in Washington DC this weekend! I am doing two panels and three signings within the conference (which is ticketed and quiet expensive) but I am also doing one book talk/signing which is open to the public. All the details below the cut. 

ALA Panel: Friday Comics Discussion Forum: Comics Challenges

● Date/Time: Friday, June 24, 1:45 - 3:00 pm

● Location: Washington Convention Center, 146B

● Moderated by Matthew Noe (outgoing president of the GNCRT)

● Panelists include: Amie Wright, Eric Carpenter (BGNC), Jack Phoenix (ChalCom) and Maia Kobabe

Event Description: In the last few years, comics have experienced some of the highest numbers of bans since the 1950s. To meet this challenge, GNCRT’s newest committee has created a Toolkit on Preparing For & Addressing Comic Book Bans, Censorship, and Challenges in Libraries. During this session, the Committee will present their Toolkit as well as findings from their recent survey of 100+ schools and libraries on comics censorship. We will be joined in this panel by award-winning–and challenged–comics creators. 

ALA Panel: Identity and Coming of Age in Comics Panel

● Date/Time: Saturday, June 25, 11 am - 12 pm

● Location: Washington Convention Center, 145B

● Moderator: Matthew Noe

● Panelists: Tri Vuong, Jadzia Axelrod, Jarad Greene, Claribel Ortega, Rose Bousamra, and Maia Kobabe

Description: Growing up is hard. Whether it's struggling with acne, learning to love your hair, or fighting against what the world expects you to be, the trials of teenage life resonate with everyone. In this panel, we hear from some of today’s comics creators who are bringing these experiences to the page and explore together what comics can offer readers struggling with their identity.

Three signings at the Oni Press booth: 

Saturday June 25, 1pm - 1:45pm- Oni Press Booth #1509

Sunday June 26, 3pm - 3:45pm- Oni Press Booth #1509

Monday June 27, 12pm - 12:30pm- Oni Press Booth #1509

And one event open to the public: 

Politics and Prose Bookstore (5015 Washington Ave NW, Washington DC, 20008) on Sunday June 26 from 5-6pm EST. I'll be in conversation with Kathleen Breitenbach. Kathleen is the Chair of the Rainbow Round Table, the teen librarian at Hamilton Township Public Library in New Jersey, former chair of Rainbow Booklist Committee and Stonewall Book Awards Mike Morgan and Larry Romans Children’s and Young Adult Literature Award Committee, avid reader of queer YA, an aroace enby, disabled, and neurodivergent. 

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“EDWARDSVILLE, April 25, 1825. DEAR SIR: — This will be handed to you by my friend and aid-de-camp, Col. William Schuyler Hamilton, whom I take pleasure in introducing to you as the son of your old and particular friend. Gen. Alexander Hamilton. As it is not known when you will arrive at St. Louis or what will be your intended route from thence, Col. Hamilton is posted there for the purpose of waiting on you as soon as you shall arrive and ascertaining from you and making known to me by what route you propose to return to the eastward and when and where it will be most agreeable for you to afford me the happiness of seeing you and welcoming you to Illinois. I am, with the greatest respect and esteem, your devoted friend, EDWARD COLES.

GENERAL LAFAYETTE. This Col. William Schuyler Hamilton is worth remembering, and is deserving of more than a passing tribute owing to more reasons than one. He was the son of the immortal Alexander Hamilton, and his real name was William Stephen Hamilton and not William Schuyler, as Governor Coles calls him. He lived in the State of Illinois during the administration of Governor Coles, was appointed by him his aid-de-camp, with the rank of colonel, and performed all his duties with great intelligence, dignity and decorum. He was born in New York, August 4, 1797, and was admitted to the West Point Academy in 1814 and resigned in 1817. He left his home in New York and settled at an early day in Sangamon county, Illinois. He was United States deputy surveyor of the publie lands, and in that capacity surveyed the township in which Springfield now stands. In 1824 he was elected a member of the House of Representatives from Sangamon county. In 1827 he removed to the “Fever River Lead Mines” and commenced mining for lead ore at a point soon known as “Hamilton's Diggings,” now Wiota, in LaFayette county, Wisconsin. Hon. Elihu Washburne, in referring to him, says: “I knew Colonel Hamilton well from 1841 to 1849, when he emigrated to California. He occupied a prominent position in southwestern Wisconsin and was a well known Whig politician. He was a member of the House of Representatives in the territorial legislature of Wisconsin in 1842-3. He died in Sacramento, California, October 9, 1850. For nineteen years neither stone nor slab marked the spot where reposed his ashes. When the careless grave-digger threw his shovelfuls of earth on his coffin, little could he have thought he was covering the remains of a son of Alexander Hamilton, in my judgment the greatest of all American statesmen. Colonel Hamilton was brave, generous, hospitable and humane, and unusually quick in perception and decided in action.”

Proceedings of the Illinois State Bar Association. Pg. 108

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