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Princess to Pleasure Slave Chronicle
Book Five
Eagerly Bred by the Beast Man
By Amanda Clover and Jay Aury
@amandasmut
Cover artwork by Deilan12
 This book and all its contents are copyright 2018 by Amanda Clover. All
rights are reserved and no portions may be reproduced unless for the use of
brief quotations for review purposes.

All characters appearing in this story are over the age of 18. This is a work
of parody and any resemblance to real people or situations is coincidental.
Map of the Empire of Istanov
 The Chronicle

The time of monsters was said to be at an end.

The rise of the great human empires of Istanov, Heimsvak, and the
desert kingdom of Shaddobar brought the elves to heel and drove the tribes of
orcs, goblins, and stranger monsters to the margins.
The last great monster uprising occurred more than 50 years ago,
when a brave huntress named Penelope Helsdottir prevented the ascension of
a new monster god and formed the Huntresses of Ctharne. These unique
warrior women were dispatched throughout the known world wherever
trouble arose to tame what monsters they could and destroy those that could
not be made into allies.
But within the borders of Istanov, trouble brews. Long years of peace
and prosperity have blinded the Istanov dynasty and the people of this nation
to a new danger. As monsters gather, seemingly heeding the call of a
powerful human leader, will the nobles of Istanov react in time? Or will
overconfidence prove the undoing of an empire?
These are the Princess to Pleasure Slave Chronicles.
 A Marriage Bed

It was an old Istanov song Madia Oravor hummed. The sort of song
that had died out in many parts of the empire, but in Poranovo, so near the
wilds of the west, it was still a common one. Madia powdered her face, then
lined her eyebrows with darker paint. She clapped her hands to her cheeks to
make them flush, then stepped back.
The woman who looked back in the vanity’s mirror was of middle
age. Just old enough to know better than to tell anyone how old. Mature
described her best, though beauty wasn’t far from the mind. Madia’s hair,
carefully composed, settled atop her head. From among the jewellery boxes
scattered atop the counter she’d selected a set of pearls that hung down to the
almost immodest window of her dress, revealing the beginnings of her large
breasts. Childbirth had been kind to the Oravor matriarch. Enhanced her,
built atop her already ample figure and womanly hips to give her an even
curvier, soft form. She frowned at her breasts and cupped them, adjusting
them to better show their fullness. She took a deep breath and confronted the
woman in the mirror once more.
She nodded. She was ready.
She turned, crimson skirt rustling around her ankles as she crossed to
the door and opened it wide. She hurried down the steps of their bustling
manor house and towards the front doors, only to pause.
Her daughters crouched at the foot of the stairs, watching the door.
Anette with her long blonde hair, her eyes soft and shy, slim still, though she
was already blossoming into womanhood. By contrast Amelia stood at the
rail, her curvier frame more like Madia’s when she was younger, all bound up
in a red gown that drew the eye to her ample breasts and hips. Madia
lamented Amelia’s winsome nature, and had been careful to keep the girl
under watch. She was the sort of girl that turned many a man’s head, and that
she took pride in it worried her mother.
Madia clapped her hands. Both girls jumped and spun about.
“Alright. Both of you. I know you have your lessons today. Come on. Clear
out.”
“But father’s due,” Amelia said rebelliously.
“Yes. He is. And he’s had a long day today. The last thing he needs
is you two jumping all over him. Now scoot!”
Anette stood, quick to obey, but lingered when Amelia cocked her
head, a rebellious pout on her lips. Madia smothered a smile at her daughter’s
hauteur. Oh, the young man who married that one would have a handful, that
was certain. Instead, Madia planted her hands on her hips, facing down her
eldest daughter.
“Go on Amelia. You’re not so old I won’t put you over my knee and
spank your bottom red.”
“I’m twenty, mother.”
“And I will always be your mother. Now off you go!”
Amelia scowled, but flounced out of the room. Anette hurried after, a
slight smile on her lips.
Madia watched them go, then sighed and shook her head sadly. She
could hardly blame the pair. Their father was almost a stranger to the house
in the last few years. Ever since the Duke of Ashes business in the west had
begun he’d been busy working with Baron Havarn in managing the refugees
pouring into the city. Hardly surprising. The knightly orders were so often
afield these days, aided by priests and the like. But when push came to shove,
every man in the empire wanted a Red Mage at hand.
She sighed, her thumb tracing the engraving on her wedding ring.
The Crimson Flame of the Red Mages was a powerful order. Her husband
was one of them. Not a true Red Mage. No. Madia shivered at the memory of
those silent masked figures, their sorceries legends among the people of
Istanov. Her husband had never taken on the mask, but rather remained in the
lower order. This had kept him his house and enabled him to work as an
intermediary for the secretive order of mages and the local lords.
Madia looked out the window mournfully. And oh there was so much
work. From her tall window in the noble district, she could see the smoke of
the fires from the refugee camps. She needed only step outside to stumble
over peasants fleeing the depredations of the monsters flowing past the old
river, that which once marked the border. She let her fingers play across the
glass mournfully. The tales that spread through the city like wildfire worried
her. Daughters and wives taken, the men put to the sword or as slaves in
fields taken by the beasts. A darker fate awaited the women. She shivered at
the thought of the beastly creatures of tales and nightmares, their sharp grip
on pale limb and breast, the cries of women as they were taken again and
again...
The rattle of wheels stirred her from her thoughts. She blinked,
brightening as a red and gold carriage rolled around the corner and up the
street. The gate opened and she hustled from the window and to the door,
primping her hair quickly. Normally she’d let her daughters greet their father,
but she had… intentions today that were best not done in the presence of the
young.
She held her hands before her, heart in her throat as the door swung
open and her husband stepped inside.
Arven Oravor was a tall man, his long crimson cloak flowing over
broad shoulders. A short beard clung to his chin, his eyes hooded and dark
with tiredness. Golden buttons and a clasp holding tight his fur trimmed cloak
gleamed in the dark. A sharp nose was his most distinguishing feature, along
with a sweeping mustache.
But even as she admired her husband, Madia caught the signs of his
burden. His broad shoulders were stooped. His hooded eyes were dim and his
expression drawn with worries of a world beyond her reckoning. Her heart
went out to the man she loved.
Arven stepped inside and murmured a word. Lamps flashed to life on
the banister. For a moment he didn’t see her, though he was looking straight
at her. He blinked suddenly and seemed to come back to himself,
straightening his shoulders a little.
“Ah. Madia. Good evening.”
“Good evening, Arven. How was work?”
Instantly she knew she’d misspoke. His lips tightened and he sighed,
seeming to breathe out the stiffness in his spine. “As good as could be
expected,” he said vaguely, brushing past her and up the stairs.
Madia bit her lower lip, hurrying after her husband. “Oh? Well,
you’re home now. Here. Let me help with that.”
“Thank you,” Arven murmured as she drew his cloak off him and
hung it on a hook. He seemed to straighten a little without its weight as he
made his way into his study. A gesture had the door swing open without his
touch, more lamps kindling within as if his presence lit their flames. By their
light leather bound books were revealed, filling the walls and piled on a large
desk. Madia followed him inside, her fingers locking before her with
uncertainty.
A large window overlooked the courtyard behind her husband’s desk.
The curtains were pulled back.
Arven went to this. He looked out it at the crooked buildings which
fought for space among the narrow streets.
“I’m glad you’re home,” Madia said, stepping behind him. She
wrapped her arms around his chest, hugging his broad back against her soft
breasts. “I was starting to worry.”
Arven smiled thinly at the window. “Ah. Yes. I fear I haven’t been
around much…”
“It’s okay. I do know how busy you are, defending the realm from
monsters and ghouls and such. I knew it the day I married you, my love.”
Her fingers traced down his chest, but the fabric of his waistcoat was
thick and embroidered with the flame of the mages. He sighed. “Yes. I must
have missed dinner again. And the girls…”
“And me,” she murmured.
“And you…”
“It’s fine. So long as you aren’t going to some of those brothels I’ve
been hearing about,” she teased.
Arven cleared his throat. “Most certainly not.”
“Oh? But there are such lovely women there, I hear. That they are
willing to satisfy all your desires in those dark rooms. Such pleasures as men
have rarely known…”
Her husband seemed to come aware of her arms entrapping him, her
body pressed against him. Arven sighed, shaking his head. “Certainly not.
Why would I when I have such a lovely woman here.”
“Hmm. Sometimes I think you forget,” Madia purred.
“I’ve had a lot on my mind.”
She nodded. “I know.” Her fingers at last found the buttons of his
coat, undoing them one by one. “Perhaps I can… take your mind off it?”
As the last button came undone he turned about. He was half a head
taller than her, his eyes dark. His grin came wanly to his lips. “Hmm,” he
murmured, reaching down and tracing the shape of her hips through her
gown. “Yes. I think that’s entirely possible.”
Madia’s eyes brightened. She leaned up and her lips met his.
“Mmmm,” she moaned as his hands ran down her sides, stroking her
hips and focusing on her soft bottom. She pressed herself against him harder,
her breasts mashing against his bared chest. “Shall I do my wifely duties?”
she asked sweetly.
Arven laughed. “I think we can do that.”
She giggled, kissing him again. Never breaking the seal of their lips
they backed across the room, out, clothing falling aside to pool on the floor in
a mad tangle of silks and fine brocade. Madia’s bum banged against the door
of their bedroom and she fumbled it open, the pair of them nearly falling
inside. By the time Madia’s back hit the bed she was naked, her generous
breasts on full display. She felt a soft pang for her abandoned finery, but then
again, this was what she had been aiming for, after all.
Arvan loomed above her. His pants remained, but his cloak, shirt,
and all the rest had fallen by the wayside. His pants lay open, his cock jutting
from the front.
“Oh Arven,” Madia sighed, stretching out on the bed, baring every
inch of her curves to him. “Please. Take me.”
“Gladly,” Arven grunted. He took her hips in his hands and aligned
himself with her hot gash. Her heart quickened as the head of his cock rubbed
against her folds. Then, he thrust.
“Oh!” Madia gasped. “Mnnnn!” she moaned, arching beneath him as
he began to thrust into her loose cunt. “Ooooh Arven! Yesss. Ah. Yes! That’s
it. Take me! Take your lovely wife. K-kiss me, my love.”
Arven leaned over her, already panting. His lips met hers again, his
hands running through her luxurious blonde hair as his hips continued to
piston him into her. She moaned, a sound that reverberated deep in her throat,
rising with a gasp as he continued to fuck her. A sense of achievement raced
through her veins in a quivering thrill of hot desire. Her eyelids fluttered shut
with the ecstasy of the moment.
“Yessss! Arven! Ah! Fuck me! Take meeee!”
Arven panted above her, thrusting faster. Faster. Her stomach
fluttered, her body luxuriating in the feeling of him within her once more. Oh
how long it had been. Far, far too long.
Arven gave a sudden gasp. He stiffened above her, quivering.
Madia’s eyes flew open in shock. No. Not yet!
“Ah. Ahhh!” Arven cried out, his powerful form tensing as he came.
Madia gasped as his hot seed raced into her in a sudden rush.
And then he softened. Arven wilted above her, head dipping, breath
heaving through his strong frame. He sighed, pulling out of her.
“A-Arven?” Madia gasped. “Are... Are you done?”
Arven sighed and rolled onto the bed beside her. His hooded eyes
were shut, his breast rising and falling heavily. “Yes. Did you enjoy it?”
Madia felt her peak fade, and in its place, a sensation of deep denial.
Her body ached for completion, but the sight of her husband’s exhausted
frame killed any thought of coaxing him back for another round. She sighed,
burying her disappointment and the denial of her orgasm. She rolled against
him. “I loved it, Arven,” she told him, her smile straining at the edges as she
stroked his panting chest.
Arven sighed, arm looping around her, pulling her against his side.
“I’m sorry, my love. I’m just… exhausted.”
“I know,” she said, stroking his chest. “I know. I’m just… just glad I
could help you relax a little.”
He smiled fondly down at her, leaned in and kissed her head. Then
he slumped back among the pillows, not even having the energy to tuck
himself beneath the blankets.
Madia rested her head on his chest, listening to the slow thump of his
heart. Her finger stroked her pussy a few times, but the disappointment
couldn’t even inspire her to attempt more. With a soft exhale she lay against
him, looking up at the canopy of their marriage bed, and wallowed in the
slow waning of her desire.

Luncheon

“Madia?”
Madia lifted her head. Blinked at the face of Cariana Waters.
“Sorry?”
Cariana gave her a mild look. The two sat Madia’s drawing room,
sunlight bleeding through the window and into the richly appointed room, the
omnipresent red dull in the weak light. Cariana was a fine figure of a woman,
married to a trading official who ran inspections on materials entering the
city. She had a brash face, lovely but with an aggressive kind of beauty that
demanded one’s attention. She sat primly, her body slimmer than Madia’s,
clad in a more elaborate dark gown whose lace looked like spiderwebs and
bared more of her skin than Madia was entirely comfortable with.
The two had been friends a long time, and commonly met during the
afternoons while their husbands were at work. Not that Madia had felt much
like meeting anyone. By the time she awoke after her disappointing evening
with her husband he was gone, his spot on the bed cold. The sight had sent
another potent stab of disappointment through her, and had she dared she
might have tried to cancel the luncheon meeting with Cariana. But Madia
knew too well that would practically be a challenge for the other
noblewoman, and had therefore decided to say nothing and hope her friend
didn’t notice anything.
 By the wry look on Cariana’s face, Madia knew she had failed.
Cariana sighed and set down her cup of tea. “Alright. What happened?”
Madia felt an immediate blush. “S-sorry?”
“Oh don’t try that with me, Madia. I know you too well. What’s
going on?”
Madia bit her lower lip, but by the set of Cariana’s chin she knew she
wouldn’t be able to evade the other woman’s question. Nervously she sipped
her tea, glancing over at a maid standing in the corner at attention.
Cariana glanced that way and gave a sharp, abrupt motion of her
hand. The maid immediately withdrew, taking with her the tea set. Once the
door shut behind her Cariana again looked towards Madia. “Well?”
Madia took a deep breath, gathering the words. “I… Arven and I…
last night. We had… ah… sex.”
“Remarkable,” Cariana said dryly. “And?”
Madia felt her blush deepen. “He… he got off. But I… I did not.”
Cariana raised a brow. “Oh?”
Madia blushed miserably and nodded. She sank deeper into the plush
chair across from Cariana as the dark woman assessed her.
“Hmph! Well. I would have thought that Arven had a bit more
consideration. Not like Ithen. Plump bastard. After I popped out a son he’s
been only too happy to go off and find whores down by the silk district to
satisfy him.”
“Oh no!” Madia cried, quick and frantic to defend her husband. “No
no! Nothing like that. He’s just… he’s so tired all the time. He spends every
moment of the day working with the refugees and his lordship. To say
nothing of his regular work maintaining the city’s wards and helping the
knights. I… it’s just…”
Cariana nodded slowly, her coifed hair swaying lazily. “Hmm. I
think I see,” she said slowly. She took another sip of her tea. “And you don’t
want to… pressure him more. Hm?”
“It’s… his work is so important,” Madia said miserably. “And I
know it’s selfish of me. But…”
“Tosh! It’s not selfish at all. We have needs as well as men do,”
Cariana sniffed. “Besides, you’ve done what’s expected. You’ve already
given him two simply lovely daughters. In fact, my Rikken has been asking
about your Amelia. You really must bring her out into society soon.”
“I worry Amelia isn’t… She’s confident. But I worry she doesn’t
truly understand the…”
“Yes yes. Oh mother hen, let her chicks never leave the coop lest the
cocks find them,” Cariana said errantly. Madia blushed deeper. “Besides, it
hardly solves your problem. And one I most certainly sympathise with.”
Madia smiled faintly. “Thank you.”
“Indeed,” Cariana sighed, sipping her tea again. “When Ithen first
started avoiding the marriage bed, I was quite cross! But I realize, well! If he
cannot satisfy me, then I would find someone who could. And so I did. But
the trick, Madia, in not take a lover. That’s a mistake too many women in our
situation make. It inevitably becomes an issue. There’s jealousy and conflict
and a whole hulabaloo.”
Madia sighed, shaking her head. “What are we to do?”
“I visit a brothel.”
“I suppose that…” Madia stopped, her mouth hanging open. “Wh-
what!”
“Just as I said,” Cariana said primly. “Really, it’s worked out for the
best, in my opinion. Ithen doesn’t get bothered, and I get the satisfaction he
couldn’t provide at the best of times. And it has allowed me to… explore my
curiosity.”
Madia could only stare. Her shock slowly faded, and in its wake, a
blush flamed her cheek as Cariana brazenly described her conquests. And,
much to her shame, Madia felt the first tingling of hidden desire. The hot
ache of denial from the previous night made itself known. “Cariana,” Madia
breathed. “I… I could never…”
“Think of it as a favour, my dear,” Cariana said. “Really, you’ll be
giving your husband a gift. Less worry for him, and you’ll be able to
appreciate him better without the need that you no doubt ache for. There’s a
fine selection at these places. Whether you desire a man, or a woman. Or,
perhaps,” her eyes gleamed mischievously, “a monster.”
Madia gasped. “A monster!”
“Oh it’s all very hush hush of course,” Cariana said at once. “And the
beast is well confined by the owner. But you must admit, Madia, to a
glimmer of curiosity. Hm?” she said, her eyes twinkling. “To see if the tales
of the beasts are true? All those stories of women taken and mated, sent
screaming over the edge in the darker realms, caught in the grasp of the
brutish creatures. You surely know more than I do.”
Madia swallowed thickly. Warmth spread through her, radiating from
her core. Again the feeling of her denial last night, her peak and the hard
climb down from the edge of orgasm tingled through her. “I… I never…”
“I’m going tonight,” Cariana said abruptly. “I know a place. Very
hard to get into. Extremely hush hush. Why, if anyone knew it existed,
there’d certainly be trouble.”
Madia nodded. She could well imagine. Her own husband would
probably burn the place down if he knew such an establishment existed
which would dare to use a monster to pleasure its clients.
And yet…
Cariana watched Madia’s face, almost feeling sad for how easy it
was to read the buxom woman. “Just come with me,” Cariana said gently. “If
you don’t want to try any of those within, then you can leave. No one will
force you to do anything.”
Madia hesitated. But the temptation grew in her mind. She worried
her lower lip. And again, that soft heat of desire beat through her core. With a
sudden motion, she nodded. “A-alright. I… I suppose there’s no harm in… in
just looking.”
Cariana smiled. “That’s the spirit,” she said kindly. “Who knows.
You just might like it.”

The Brothel of the Beast

 Madia stood alone outside the manor. A dark cloak shrouded her
body from the night and the low glow of the lantern hung nearby. It had been
almost embarrassingly easy to sneak out. Her husband hadn’t come home, a
messenger sent from the palace informing her he was busy with some sort of
gertling encroachment. Her daughters had gone to bed in good order, and she
knew the movements of the servants by heart.
Yet as she stood in the dark, doubts assailed her like phantoms rising
from the night. This was foolish. Brash. Mad! Imagine if she were found out?
Imagine what it would do to Arven and the girls. She felt a hot flush of
shame, her hands clutched before her, trembling.
She was a moment from turning around and going back inside when
a rattle of wheels reached her ears, and from out of the night, a carriage rolled
up.
It was a curious thing. All black, no emblem or coat of arms. The two
horses were silent beasts, the driver shrouded in jackets against the chill.
Madia hung back until the door opened, and Cariana’s face peered out.
She should have turned about, fled back home, for something about
the black carriage chilled her to her very soul. Yet, the dark interior tempted
her. Beckoned her, and with a quick, fluttering step she eased inside, the door
shutting behind her.
She took a seat, noticing with some unease the interior had no
windows. Cariana sat across from her, demure and calm. “To ensure we don’t
know where it is,” Cariana said. “As I said, extremely hush hush.”
Madia nodded nervously as the cart swayed into motion, rattling
down the road. It was warm inside, the air faintly spiced with Cariana’s
perfume. Madia made an attempt to track their passage, but quickly gave up,
consigning herself to the wait and the silence.
At last, the carriage pulled to a creaking stop. Madia rose quickly
along with Cariana. The door opened, the driver shuffling back like an
animated pile of rags. Cariana stepped down and Madia followed.
Outside she found herself before a heavy wooden door. The building
that rose before her was one of the more ancient ones which populated
Poranovo’s old district. The roof swept low, tiles uneven like jagged teeth.
Windows were veiled in crimson and an overgrown garden sprouted from
planters flanking the entrance, as if the greenery were trying to devour the old
building.
The dark manor filled Madia with a chill. Yet, her curiosity was
stirred as well. Something about the building piqued her interest and,
although warily, she willingly followed Cariana to the doors. An ancient
brass knocker in the form of a leering demonic face rattled as the door swung
aside, admitting the pair to the house.
Madia had to pause a moment, stunned by the sudden force of the
place before her. Lamps in elaborate metal sconces burned, filling the room
with a rich, red light. Paintings that made Madia blush filled the walls,
framed by elegant gold filigree.
A woman stood beside the doorway, and not in Madia’s wildest
dreams could she have anticipated her. She was slim and willowy, fair haired,
and utterly naked. It took a moment for Madia to register that, for the young
woman was emblazoned with silver paint from head to toe, her nipples hard
and connected by a thin silver chain that pierced the fleshy nubs. She smiled
airily at the two.
“Welcome to the House of Delights,” she breathed sweetly. “Please,
come this way.”
Cariana smirked down at Madia. “I told you.”
Blushing hotly, Madia nodded, following the nude woman out of the
foyer and deeper into the house. Several halls split off from their path,
pleasured gasps and moans echoing from doors sealed shut behind silver
numbers. Madia eyed these with curiosity, tasting the faint spark of magic in
the air. She had been with her husband long enough to be sensitive to spell
work, though not the nature of the spells themselves.
The thought of Arven once more sent a shock of shame through her.
But she continued on and into a large sitting room. A fireplace burned
merrily behind a hearth like metal ivy twisting up. More paintings of pleasure
dotted the walls in here, except…
Madia blinked, stunned. They weren’t like those in the foyer. These
were of woman and men, locked in the embrace of demonic creatures and
monsters. In one a woman writhed with ecstasy in the grasp of a hundred
tentacles of some sprawling horror. In another, a woman was being taken by
a brutal looking orc (much to her delight it would seem), and in a third, a man
was locked in the twining embrace of a dryad, the green woman cradling him
to her breasts while she rode his cock, his expression one of bliss, hers one of
predatory hunger.
The painted woman stopped and turned, still smiling. She gestured,
and from through a door came a number of men and women. The women
were much like their willowy guide, paint dotting their skin and transparent
silks leaving nothing to the imagination. The men were handsome and broad
specimens, and Madia wouldn’t be a woman if she didn’t stare at their
bulges, pressing against tight loincloths like hammocks of manhood.
“We would be delighted to serve your needs. Whatever they may
be,” the painted woman said sweetly.
“Hm. Not bad,” Cariana said, her voice the intrigued consideration of
the master connoisseur. “But I’ve seen any number of the like in other
brothels along the silk district.”
“Does mistress not desire them?”
A deep, mellifluous voice spoke up.
“I believe she does. But perhaps the lovely lady Oravor and Waters
are looking for something… special.”
Madia whirled at the voice. Even Cariana seemed surprised, turning
about sharply. For once, Madia’s friend seemed at a loss for words as they
took in the man who had stepped from a door neither had noticed.
He was a broad, powerful specimen, something even Madia could
tell beneath his long, dark coat. His face was sharp, eyes powerful. Curls of
thick brown hair fell to his shoulders, and his nose was broad and flat.
Handsome in a wild, virile way that Madia couldn’t deny. More than a head
taller than Madia, his presence seemed to draw the whole room about him,
dominating it and all that lay within.
The painted woman dropped to her knees. “Master,” she breathed,
bowing her head submissively. The sight stirred Madia strangely, to see the
lovely whore’s submissive eagerness before the potent male. As it did how
little attention he paid to the brazen servant.
Instead, and much to her surprise, he took with a gloved hand
Madia’s dainty fingers and raised them to his lips, forced to bend nearly
double in order to gently kiss them. “Charmed,” he rumbled, his dark eyes
meeting hers, and sending a flush racing up Madia’s neck. “It is a delight to
meet the lady Oravor.”
“You… you know who I am?” Madia stammered.
“Naturally,” the large man said, straightening to his full height. “It
would be hard to mistake the lovely wife of one of Poravoro’s resident red
mages. I find it wise to keep tabs on the noble ladies who occupy our fair
city.”
Madia blushed hotly. Cariana cleared her thought, looking slightly
peevish she had been so far ignored. “And, who might you be who knows so
much about us?”
The man pressed his hand against his chest. “Ah, please. You may
call me Pavior. The purveyor of this fine establishment. Though I can see it
hasn’t impressed you both. But, I think we can resolve that. If you would
both follow me…”
Cariana’s eyes flashed with interest and she immediately stepped
after the tall figure. Madia hesitated a moment, yet the draw to Pavior
plucked at her chest, and she found herself hurrying after him and in to the
dark passage through which he had first emerged.
There was none of the splendour of the rooms before in here. Cold,
dark stone lined the way, a chill of the earth seeping through. “You must
forgive my tardiness. Though I knew you would be arriving soon, there are…
measures that I must take to ensure my establishment remains under the
radar,” Pavior said, his rumbling voice echoing down the tunnel.
“There are brothels aplenty,” Cariana noted.
Pavior glanced back, his dark eyes gleaming. “Not like this,” he
assured her wryly.
Madia became aware of a scent. Well, more a stench. It was a thick,
watery smell that made her skin feel oily. Like vegetable stew left in the pot
for days. She rubbed her arms uneasily as they reached a tall door set in the
stone. Beyond, a low sound came. Something near a growl. Pavior touched
the handle and eased it open.
Madia followed him through and stopped abruptly. The room was
more a cell, and its prisoner lay in a pit down a small flight of stairs. It was
tall and lanky, all sinew and strength, arms and legs jutting out of a bony
frame, joints thick and hands tipped with talons. The creature had a mane of
thick, wild hair around its head, its teeth sharp and eyes golden like a wolf’s.
A chain in the wall manacled a thick neck.
“Gods,” Madia breathed. “A troll!”
The heavy creature rose at their presence. It was naked, not even a
loincloth hiding its thick, warty cock. Madia knew from her husband’s work
that a troll was much like a gertling, possibly a genetic offshoot. Far from
common however, for they were solitary creatures, lurking in dark marshes,
sometimes even leading wug tribes.
The troll roared, throwing back its head and pounding its chest with
its fists. It shook its wild mane, snarling, grunting. Its thick, musky scent
pervaded the room in an animal stink that made Madia breathe shallowly
through her nose, though there was something strangely fascinating about
that heavy musk.
“No reason to be alarmed,” Pavior demurred over the rattle and clank
of the chain. “Those chains have bound him well. And he isn’t truly
threatening us. It’s a troll’s way to attempt to entice a woman to him with a
show of his prowess. A crude display, and not very effective.”
“Oh,” Cariana said, staring in awe at the savage beast. “Is it…”
“Safe? No. Had he his way, my lady, he would have gutted me and
thrown you down, mating you among my entrails until you screamed with
pleasure. He would take you until you were broken. Little more than a warm
womb for him to spill his seed within and breed again and again.”
Cariana swallowed, her eyes shining in the dark. “Ah…”
“But don’t worry,” Pavior said, reaching into his jacket. “You are
hardly the first to feel his lusts. And I have means of… calming the creature.”
 Madia noted with interest the bone flute Pavior drew from his jacket.
The pale thing was made up of a number of tubes bound together, their
surface engraved with curious scrimshaw designs. Pavior put it to his lips and
blew.
The sound washed through the dark room, seeming to seep from the
very stones around them. Madia gasped, the sound reedy yet wild and
strangely… almost sweet. She listened closely to the subtle notes, sounds she
had never heard the like of before wrapped in a soothing tune that seeped
through her in a wave, and in its wake spread a low heat that made her heart
quicken.
So fascinated by the song, she didn’t notice the troll had subsided for
several minutes. When she at last looked towards the beast, it had ceased its
furious howls. It hunched forward on its knuckles, eyes heavy and warm. His
warty cock jutted from his groin, hard as steel and as unyielding.
“Oh…”
Madia looked towards Cariana as her friend stepped forward. Cariana
stared into the troll’s eyes, her lips parted, her cheeks rosy with a flush. With
a strange sense of detachment Madia watched her friend shed her fine dark
silks, casting them aside onto the stone floor. Soon she was naked, pale
curves on full display, head thrown back and dark hair spilling down her
shoulders.
She came nearer the reach of the troll. Into it. With a low growl the
monster grasped her, making her gasp. Cariana submitted to the monster’s
broad hands, her eyes filled with a hunger Madia had never seen before.
The troll pressed her down. Cariana went with scarcely a cry, falling
to her knees in the mud. She turned about, raising her ass like a bitch in heat,
waving her pert rear tantalizingly. Madia’s heart beat faster, her head
pounding as the music switched its tempo. The troll growled and leaned over
the submitting noblewoman, surrounding her in a grey cage of his rangy
form. But Madia could see the thick rod of his shaft press against her friend’s
pussy. Heard Cariana’s gasp, cadence in tune to the trill of the pipes.
With a sudden brutal lust the troll thrust forward. Cariana screamed
in joy as his warty cock filled her hot cunt. “Yesssss!” Cariana moaned.
“Fuck me monster! Take me!”
The troll howled and began to hungrily thrust, pounding his bony
hips into Cariana’s firm backside. He grabbed her head, forcing it to the side
and pressed a brutal, crude kiss to her lips. Cariana submitted eagerly,
moaning as she rocked to the thrusts of her monstrous lover.
“Mmnnnn! Yes! Deeper! Deeper! Oh yes. Deeper monster! Beast!
Ah. Ahnnn!”
Madia watched, horrified, fascinated. Enthralled as the piping of the
flute continued, peaking with every thrust, trilling with every cry.
Slowly, the music began to fade. Madia stirred, blinking as she came
back to herself. Mostly. She felt again the stirring of her horror at the sight of
the monster, yet now it was tinged with a sinful excitement as she watched
her friend be taken by the brutal monster. It was a terrible sight and yet the
sheer immediate lewdness of it made her cunt grow hot. She resisted the urge
to touch herself, listening to the loud slap of flesh and the howling, bestial
cries Cariana was making.
A heavy hand grasped Madia’s shoulder. She gasped, stiffening like
an electric shock had seared through her. She looked up into the dark eyes of
Pavior.
“Shall you wait your turn for the troll’s affection?” he asked.
Madia looked back to her wailing friend, Cariana’s hair swishing
around her, expression as raptly blissful as those of the paintings they’d seen
in the parlor. She imagined that massive, warty cock plunging into her body
with such unrestrained lust. Madia swallowed at a sudden sense of lingering
unease. “I… I don’t think I can…”
Pavior nodded, his curls swaying. “It is not for all. Come. Let us
retire to somewhere more comfortable. I suspect they will be a while.”
Madia let him lead her away and back out of the dungeon. The last
sound she heard was Cariana’s scream of orgasmic bliss, echoing down the
dark before Pavior shut the heavy wooden door.

The Master of the Beasts

 Madia expected to return to the parlor, but instead she found herself
taken deeper through the dark stone tunnel. They climbed a set of stairs and
Pavior opened a door, admitting her to an ill lit bedroom, the walls littered
with the golden filigree and more strange paintings. A tall dresser rose in a
corner, and a large, sturdy bed occupying another.
“Have a seat,” Pavior said, pressing her down into a waiting chair.
“Thank you,” Madia said, her knees weak after the scene she had just
witnessed. As she revisited it in her head the unreality of it occurred to her.
The sight of Cariana, her friend, being taken by the monstrous troll again rose
to the front of her mind.
“Some brandy?” Pavior said, already pouring two glasses from a
waiting liquor cabinet. Madia glanced over the cabinet, noting the painting of
a woman rutting with a ram on a field of green. She felt a blush return and
accepted the drink shakily. “Th-thank you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Pavior soothed. He leaned against the post of
the bed, sipping his drink. “I’m surprised. I would have thought the wife of a
red mage would have seen a monster before.”
Madia flushed, looked into her drink. “I… He likes to keep his
business separate.”
“To protect you, no doubt,” Pavior mused. He swirled his drink
lazily. “His is a hard career, I must admit. Easier once, before this whole
Duke of Ashes business. Once it was far easier to hunt down such monsters.
They hid in the dark corners of the world. Yet now? Now they rise, and
humanity flees before them.
“I’m not surprised to find you here,” Pavior mused. “No doubt he has
discussed his work. Particularly of late. It must have made you wonder.
Imagine what could compel a woman to submit so eagerly to such horrific
creatures. To offer themselves, body and soul, to the hungry mating of a
monster. Sorcery, in some cases. But there is more, of course.”
Madia looked up at the tall man in surprise, feeling herself warm
under his dark gaze. “I… I was a… a little curious…”
 “Of course,” Pavior said, setting down his glass. He grasped his
glove, giving it a tug, revealing a large hand, thick brown hair tufting the
back. “I wasn’t surprised you rejected the troll. His style of mating is rough.
Brutish. He’s little more than a beast. But there is an appeal to that. A vitality
that women, held in the soft hand of civilization, sanitized in the bonds of
marriage and society still yearn for. They desire to race naked through the
night, hair streaming in the light of the moon, breast and bodies quivering as
they are taken, mated in the wilds.”
Madia’s breathing had deepened. Her knuckles were white against
the glass of brandy, her heart palpating faster as Pavior set down the gloves
and lazily began to undo the buttons of his coat. His voice had taken on a
similar lilting tone that his music had possessed. She felt light, as if her body
were filled with nothing but air, only her heart pumping, thumping, sending
hot blood rushing through her curvy frame.
“Human men cannot match that need,” Pavior continued as he tugged
off his other glove. “But you? Ah, you don’t want a brute. A beast. You want
something more. Something more than human. Something more… powerful.
I know you well, Madia. How you yearn to be truly taken. To be more than
conquered. To submit not to some beast, but to a master.”
He opened his coat. Madia gasped. Pavior was tall, broad, and
beneath the coat, wore nothing. At first she thought his chest covered in a
thick carpet of hair, one which spread down his arms and back. But the more
she looked, she realized it wasn’t hair.
It was fur.
Her eyes snapped back to his own dark orbs. He smiled, kicking off
his strange boots, revealing cloven hooves. Around his neck, bound by a
silver chain, hung the bone flute he had tantalized her with.
“A satyr,” Madia whimpered.
“Monsters never went away, Madia. Do you not wonder how so
many have arisen across the empire? When we were thought to be… pushed
away? We merely had to be clever. Learn to hide. And it was easy, in the
end,” Pavior said, slowly crossing the room. His thick cock began to stiffen,
rising, filling the air with a smell of wild musk that sent her heart pounding.
As she watched, two curling horns grew from the sides of his head.
“Oh,” Madia murmured. He leaned over her, his hairy chest an inch
from her, his cock resting in the lap of her skirt, his balls sagging beneath
him, huge and virile. The scent of him swirled around her like some
impossible spice. She trembled, looking up at him.
“You’ve wanted this since before you can remember,” Pavior said.
“And I will give it to you. Now.
“Strip.”
He stepped back. His command lingered in her ears. As if in a trance,
Madia rose, setting the glass aside. Her hands shook a little as she undid the
buttons of her dress, every time she fumbled an amused twitch of his lips
sending shame and desire racing through her. What was she doing? What was
she doing! She had a husband! Daughters! Yet here she was, fumbling like a
school girl, stripping before a monster.
The thoughts raced through a mind already divested of her body’s
actions. Her gown fell away, her plain bra and panties revealed, the former
tenting under her hardened nipples, the latter damp with her desire. Pavior
laughed at the sight, and Madia trembled as he reached out and tore aside the
flimsy fabric.
She gasped, the strap digging into her sensitive skin a moment before
it broke against the satyr’s strength. The monster loomed over her, admiring
her nakedness. Her mature, womanly curves fairly glowed in the lamplight.
His nostrils flared, scenting her arousal. He leaned in, loomed over her. He
grasped her and set her on the edge of the bed.
“Wonderful. Your husband has excellent taste,” he growled.
“P-please. Don’t talk about him.”
“Why not?” Pavior growled, his large finger stroking her damp cunt.
“Are you ashamed? Ashamed that you came to me to be pleasured? That you
lust for a monster while he cannot satisfy you?”
His thick lips captured her nipple. She gasped, clutching the edge of
the bed, trembling, helpless before the knowing touch of the monster.
“O-ooooh…”
 “I’m going to take you,” Pavior growled. “I’m going to fuck you like
your husband hasn’t in who knows how long. And when you’re quivering,
screaming, begging for more, I’ll invite you back. Because your husband has
such important work to do. And it would be a shame to deny you the relief
you need.”
“O-oh P-Pavior…”
“On your back, Madia. It’s time for me to fuck you.”
Resistance didn’t enter her mind. She lay back on the bed, her legs
dangling over the edge. Naked. Vulnerable. At the mercy of the massive
beast looming over her. Behind him, she saw again the painting of the ram
taking the woman, and again her hot flush raced across her face.
Pavior grabbed her hips. She gasped, his cock stroking her damp
folds. He smirked, and thrust.
He filled her in a stroke. Stretched her around his manhood. Her cry
came short, sharp, a gasp of pure pleasure as her pussy tightened around him.
“Oooooh!”
Pavior didn’t waste time with niceties. The feel of her around him
spurred him to a sudden, brutal thrust. Hot pleasure seared through to her
core. Madia screamed with ecstasy, her cries echoing in the dark sanctum of
the monster. He pounded her, his thick balls slapping her ample bottom, her
full breasts bouncing on her chest as he fucked her without finesse, but with
an insatiable, brutal hunger.
“Ooooh yessss!” Madia screamed, surrendering to him. She clutched
the blanket, her ass rubbing against the fine silks. The feel of it and the
satyr’s wild, wiry fur made her skin tingle with contrasting sensations. “Yes!
Yes! Pavior! Oooh Pavior! Take meeeee!”
“Look at these,” Pavior growled, grasping her swaying teats. Madia
gasped as his hands engulfed her breasts, his palms leathery as he mauled her
pale orbs. “Big as a holstaur’s. Too bad the milk’s dried up. Wouldn’t that be
fun, hm? For me to suck you dry?”
“Oooooh!” Madia moaned. Her hips bucked. Her body tightened.
She came.
 Her orgasm burst through her in a sudden flood of pleasure she could
barely comprehend. Her cry deafened her. A sudden explosion of pent up
pleasure and need.
Pavior laughed at her flushed, gasping face. “You did need this!
Well, let’s see how many I can bring you to. Hm?”
“Mnnn!” Madia moaned, bucking her hips as he continued to pound
her into the bed. Her whole body shuddered with her helpless ecstasy. Her
second orgasm surged through her, as explosive as the first. Her mind spun,
wallowing in the sharp musk of sex and surrender. She watched his flute
bounce off his thick chest with a strange fascination. He was humming, she
realized, then promptly forgot as a third orgasm burned through her.
“I’m close, Madia. Where do you want me to cum? Where do you
want this monster’s seed? In your hungry cunt? Or perhaps all over your
breasts? Hm?”
Madia’s mind grasped at the question like a drowning man would a
raft. “Ah… ah… In… inside… inside meeeee!”
Pavior laughed. “Good bitch!”
He rammed himself home, and came. She felt his heavy balls tighten,
his orgasm stiffen his already steel rod. Then came the sudden burst of his
virile seed within her. Madia screamed, shuddering as she took his cum,
feeling him fill her near to bursting. Pavior bleated with pleasure, holding her
beneath him as her own orgasm surged through her, fairly blinded her.
Madia collapsed. Her chest shuddered with her heaving breaths. She
could only manage a weak groan as Pavior unsheathed his inhuman cock
from her gaping cunt. The satyr grinned down at her, curled a finger in her
golden hair.
“How was that?”
Madia could only whimper in reply.
“That’s what I thought,” the satyr said, patting her cheek. “I think
this is the beginning of something… wonderful.”
Madia failed to answer. But her input wasn’t needed. She merely
moaned as Pavior lifted the flute to his lips once more, and began to play a
tune that swept her away into darkness, and a world of utter… bliss…

The Daily Grind

“No, Amelia. Remember? The Grand Duchess is the sister to the

Emperor.”
Amelia huffed, blowing an errant lock of hair from her face. “Well, I
hardly see why we even need to study. Not likely we’ll ever meet the
emperor out here.”
Madia sighed and shook her head, shutting a book of heraldries she’d
been reading from. “Nevertheless, darling, every young lady must know the
families of the crowns scattered across the realm.”
Amelia huffed. Anette smiled from her own chair, peeking over the
edge of her book.
Madia eyed the pair with parental exasperation. She shut the book
with a clap. “Oh very well. We can take a break. I can see quite clearly I’m
not going to get more to you today.”
Amelia brightened. She jumped to her feet and rushed from the room.
Anette rose as well, ducked a quick curtsy to her mother, and scampered off
after her sister.
Madia sighed and crossed her hands on her lap. It felt strange to
return home. To return to a life unchanged after what she had experienced at
that dark house.
She still wasn’t sure what to make of it. After her last orgasm things
had happened like in a dream. Pavior had dressed and fetched the painted
woman, who had eagerly bathed Madia. Then, dressed again, she had been
carefully brought back to the dark carriage. She’d found Cariana already
inside, the other woman’s face flushed and distant, her clothing still stained
with mud and dishevelled. She had reeked of the troll’s musk, and Madia had
made little attempt to converse, still too addled by her own experience that
night.
 After being dropped off by the silent driver Madia had stumbled into
her room and collapsed onto the bed. By morning she was feeling a bit more
herself, and could have almost dismissed that strange night as no more than a
dream.
Almost. But not quite. Not when she felt the heavy ache that rolled
through her from her core. A feeling of intense satisfaction. At times, she
found herself humming that strange tune that Pavior had played on his bone
flute, and felt her heart quicken and breathing deepening in answer.
She stood as she heard the door open and shut heavily. Her hands
went to her chest as her husband walked inside. “Arven!” she cried, hurrying
forward and throwing her arms around his neck. She kissed him adoringly.
Arven blinked down at her. “Well. Hello.”
“Hello indeed! How are you my beloved?”
Arven smiled wistfully. “Oh. Well enough, my love. Well enough.”
“What happened? You were gone dealing with… gertlings, was it?”
His expression soured. “I was,” Arven said grimly. “A small band
had moved in near the shores. They’d snatched some refugees off the
highways.”
“What a shame,” Madia said idly, tugging him out of the foyer and
towards the stairs.
“Yes,” Arven said, following her without much interest. “The
troublesome thing was they seem to have gotten so near the walls without
being seen. The city watch should have spotted them, but nothing happened.
We need more troops to properly patrol the border and highways, but the
emperor isn’t willing to assist us, and the baron doesn’t have enough house
guards.”
“Hm,” Madia hummed.
Arven stopped her abruptly. She looked up at him, his hand tight on
hers. “Madia…” he began. Closed his eyes, gathered his thoughts. “Madia…
I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been around too often, but… I won’t be even
more. The huntresses of Ctharne are working with the Crimson Council now.
And there’s a small delegation of red mages from the capital arriving to look
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to be found in the "New Eno-land Historical and Genealogical
Register," Vol. 19, page 97, for April, 1865. 412. Sou, b. 1819; d.
1834. 413. Sou, b. 1821; d. 1829. 414. Sou, b. 1828; d. 1834. He
became early in life a merchant in Boston, but had a great taste for
engineering. He joined his brother Loammi in constructing the dry
dock at Charleston Navy Yard, the lirst of the kind in the country. In
1828, he was one of a Commission, appointed by the State, to make
surveys for a railroad from Boston
 640 Baldwin Genealogy. to Albany. It was not built, but the
Western Railroad was afterwards built on the line selected by him,
and his plans generally adopted. From 1830 to 1835, he was
building the Boston and Lowell road and planing factories. He also
determined the relative amount of water-power to be used by the
different mills at Lowell. In 1837, he recommended Long Pond (Lake
Cochituate) to Boston for its water, which would furnish nine millions
gallons of water daily. The city adopted another plan, but in 1844 his
plan was revived, and adopted in 1846. Says the "New England
Historical and Genealogical Register:" "The city of Boston is pre-
eminently indebted to the forecast, lirmness and professional skill of
Mr. Baldwin for its abundant and constant supply of pure water from
Cochituate." He was of commanding presence, being considerably
over six feet in stature, and remarkably well proportioned. The elder
Prof. Silliman said: "Rarely, if ever, have I met in life a gentleman
who combined so much expansion and depth of mind, and so wide a
range of knowledge, with such mildness, modesty uiid gentleness."
He was iSenator from Suffolk. He d. May 20,. 1862, quite suddenly.
198. CLARISSA 5 Loammi * James =^ Henry ^ Henry ;i she m.
Thomas B. Coolidge, brother of the wife of her brother B. F., and in
1862 was of Lawrence, Mass. Her two sons were,' in 1862, legatees
of James F. 415. Benjamin. 416. Thomas B. Her husband was for a
while a merchant in Hallowell, Me.; she d. before 1852. 199.
GEORGE R.^ Loammi ^ James ^ Henry ^ Henry ,i b. id Woburn,
and retained the farm where grew the "Baldwin Apple." He was
living in 1862. 417. Kittie Rumford, was a legatee of her uncle
James. 202. JAMES n^uel ' James ^ Henry ^ Henry,i b. Oct. 7,
1773, in Woburn, Mass.; he m., December, 1798, Priscilla Keyes, of
Westford, Mass., b. Dec. 26, 1772. He was Deacon. He d. Xov. 24,
1827; she, Aug. 11, 1849. 418. Stephen Keyes, b. Nov. 4, 1799. +
419. Josiah, b. July 25, 1801 ; d. April 9, 1872. 420. Josephus, b.
Oct. 15, 1803.-1 
Henry, of Wobnrn, 31assacliuse(ts.
 642 Baldwin Genealogy. 206. JOI^AS C.5 Samuel 4
SaraueP Henry ^ Henry ,i m. Elizabetli Warner, of Camington, Mass.,
and settled on the "Royal Grant." He settled in Baldwinsville, N.Y.,
which took its name from him, where he d. March, 1827. 435.
Betsey, m. John Brown, and settled in East Hill, Onondaga county,
N.Y. Children: (1) Cutler, (3) Mary, (3) Emmet, and (4) Martha. 436.
Stephen Warner, d. at Baldwinsville. 437. Harvey. + 438. Harriet, m.
Dr. Wallis, of Baldwinsville, and d. there. 439. Horace, m. and lived
at Baldwinsville, and afterward went to Texas and lived there. 440.
Charlotte m. Allen, and settled in Texas. 441. Austin, never m., and
d. in California. 208. CYRUS=^SamneP Samuel 3 Henry 2 Henry ,i b.
in Massachusetts; a ph^^sician ; he m. Susan Dorr, of Boston, and
settled in Baldwinsville, IST. Y., and had nine children. 442. James R.
, d. at Baldwinsville. 448. Julia Ann, m. 1st, Dr. Webster. Children :
Edwin, William and Isabetta, in 1855, all m. and living at Atlas,
Geneva county, Mich. ; now in Hadley, Lapeer county, where, in
1875, their mother resides also. Dr. Webster d. at Romeo, Mich., and
his widow m. Mr. Fillmore. In 1876, her address is Ortonville, Mich.
444. Fanny, m. Lewis Halley, of Fulton, N. Y. ; and they afterwards
settled in Lafayette, Ind. Children: James m., and, 1855, in
Lafayette; Daniel, d. y. ; Lewis, of Lafayette, Ind. ; Samuel, Elizabeth
and Dorr. 445. Adeline Susan: m. 1st, Mr. L d, at Baldwinsville.
Children; William, m. and settled at Clarkston, Mich., and now dead;
and James, of Clarkston. She m. 2'"i. Dunll,(?) and had Nelson
Eugene. She m. 3r^i, James Horton, and had Mar}', m. and settled
in Grand Rapids, Mich. 446. AVilliam Cutler, settled in Bill River, six
miles from Almont, Lapeer county, Mich. He d. since 1855, and had
ch. : James, d. ; Lydia, d. ; and Cj'rus. 447. Sarah Bradley, m.
Edward Parsons, and settled at Grand Blanc, Genesee county, Mich.
Children: -James (twin to Jacob); Jacob (twin), d. since 1855; Almira
; and Edward. 448. Joseph Dorr. + 449. Samuel Cutler. + Dr. Cyrus
was, in 1855, of Atlas, Genesee county, Mich., but since deceased.
209. LYDIA5 Samuel ' Samuel ^ Henry '^ Henry ,i m. Gad
ChamiDerlain, and settled in Romeo, ^N". Y. 453. Polly, m. Hollister,
who was dead in 1855. In 1855, she'lived in Grand Rapids. Their ch.
were: Dr. Hamilear, settled at Grand Rapids. Mich.; Jennet, m. and
living, 1855, at Grand Haven; and Harvey, of Grand Rapids. 454.
Samuel, m. and lives in Mississippi, near Natchez.
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 Henry, of Woburn, 3Iassachusefts. 643 455. Piatt, m. ]Miss
Pluvbe Parkliurst, and lived, 1855, near Romeo, ]\Iich. Children:
Milton, Stephen and several daus. 456. Addison, ni. and d. near New
Orleans. Children: Franklin, and another. 457. Electa, m. Snow;
living, 1855, near Lakeville, ^IcComb county, Mich., and have eight
dans., the eldest of whom m. Dr. Carr; Jnlia, m. Shaw, of Komeo,
and d. leaving two ch., Julia and Robert. 458. Joseph, m. Miss
Warren; in 1855 near Flint, j\Iicli., and had seven ch., of whom two
are dead. 459. Harvey, m. Julia McKeen, and in 1855, living near
Natchez, Miss., witii two children. 460. Nelson (Rev.), m. and living,
1875, in Louisiana. 461. James, m. and has three ch. in Greenville,
]\Iich. ; deceased. 207. EPHEAIM ^ Samuel * Samuel ^ Henry ^
Henry,i m. Tryphcna Moss, of Stillwater, Mass., and settled in
Windsor, Mass. At his death, his wife was Polly; his will was dated
May, 1830. He d. June 28, 1839. 469. Elias J., in 1855, of Morence,
Lenawee county, Mich. ; there in 1875, witli a large family. 470.
Cliaimcey.-|471. Ephraim, not in the will of 1830. 472. Millicent C, in
1830 had m. Simon D. Wilson, of Medina, Mich. 478. Charles M.,
living in 1830, but dead in 1855. 474. Esther. No doubt the Elsa E. of
her father's will, and m. Green, of Medina, Lenawee count}', 3Iich.
475. Lucy. Not in the will of 1830. 476. Samuel Dexter, in 1830, has
land in INIichigan, to be given at his death to his ch. eciuallj. He m.
2"^^' the widow of Charles. His daughters Millicent and Elsa had all
the furniture in Michigan. According to the Michigan "Bean Creek
Valley," Ephraim, Samuel D. and Mr. Wilson settled there in May,
1834, and Charles ahout that time. In June. 1835, E. J. houscht land
in Western Fairlield, Mich. In 1837, Charles was in Medina, then
organized. 228. PvUFUS ^ Isaac * John ^ Benjamin ^ Henry ,^ b.
March 8, 1754, in Canterbury or Lisbon, Conn. He settled in the
Wyoming Valley, where his son John was born. It is said, that a few
days after the birth of John, liufus shot an Indian, and fled (the
Indians being too strong) from the fort to Connecticut, with only a
piece of raw salt pork for food. He returned, and some months
afterward carried his wife and son East on horseback, the last
securely carried in a pillow case. He m., June 25, 1777, Hannah
Haskell, of Lisbon, b. in Thompson, Conn., March 7, 1759. He d.
June 30, 1834.
 644 Baldwin Genealogy. 477. John, b. June 28, 1778.4478.
Sibel, b. March 24, 1782, in Canterbury, Conn. Shem. Joseph
Farnham, of that place. She d. June 18, 1837. Children: Fanny, m.
Rufus Waldo; Alvin, m. Laura Hyde; Polly, m. John Eldridge; -
Edward, m. Mary Fish; George, m. 1st, Hannah Ange, and 2nd, .juUa
Wombaugh; Sibel, m. Charles Sly, and d. 1847; Emeline, unm. ;
Joseph, m. Laura ; and Jane, m. Charles Sly, and d. 1849. 479.
Jtunes, b. April 20, 1784. + 480. Jonathan, b. March 9, 1786. + 481.
Hannah, b. April 16, 1788; m. Stephen Farnham, of Canterbury,
Conn.; d. April 16, 1828. Children: Henry, m. Ruth Thompson; John,
m. his cousin Pamelia Baldwin ; Daniel, d. unm.; and Olive Esther, m.
Ebenezer Smith. 482. Bela, b. Oct. 17, 1790; called himself
AYilliam.+ 483. Polly, b. Jan. 1, 1793; m. Luther Endsworth, of
Canterbury, Couu. Children: Loiela, m. Hurle Williams; Susan, d.
unm. ; John, m. Eliza Baldwin; Mary, m. Amos Witters; and Kate.
484. Rufus, b. 3Iay 12, 179.5, in Canterbury, Conn. + 485. Xancy, b.
July 20, 1797; m. Dr. J. W. Duunell. She d. at Salina, N.Y., May 31,
1828. Had one ch., Margaret, d. y. 486. Isaac, b. March 22, 1799. +
487. Susan, b. July 18, 1801; m., March 24, 1824, Perrin Adams, a
mason and farmer. She d. in Canterbury, Conn., Feb. 20, 1863.
Children: Eugene, Edwin, John, Susan, Jerusha, Ellen, Morauda and
James. 488. Jerusha, m. William Moss; no ch. 229. THOMAS s Isaac
^. John ^ Benjamin ^ Henry, ^b. Feb. 23, 1755. 489. Isaac. + 490.
Vine.-l491. Thomas. + 492. George. + 493. Morgan. -+494. Myra,
m. Robert Covell. + 495. Eunice, m. Elijah Depuy.-fThe foUowinsf is
from the "Elmira Advertiser:" " Thomas Baklwin, or Sergeant
Baldwin, as he is known in the 'History of Wyoming,' was one of oar
most noted Indian sconts during all the struggles between the
settlers at "Wyoming and the marauding Indians. He was first
amoug the foremost of that class of men. The pages of Wyoming
history everywhere tell of his daring and successful exploits, one of
which Mr. Miner thus gives : ' On Friday, 7* of September, 17S1, a
band of Indians made an attack on the Hanover settlement, and
took off Arnold Franklin and Roswell Franklin, Jr., the sons of Lieut.
Roswell Franklin, who had shot an Indian the preceding June.
Several horses were stolen, and much grain in stack consumed by
lire. In April following, Sunday, the 7*'^' 1782, the Indians, still
burning with rage
 Henry, of Wobuni, 3Ias$acha$ftt-^. 045 aud intent on
vengeance, ruslied into Lieut. Franklin's house and took ott' his wife
and four remaining chiklren, one an infant; sst iire to the buikling,
whicli, with the furniture not plundered, was consumed to ashes.
Parties went immediately in pursuit. Sergeant Thomas Baldwin led
seven determined men, with great celerity, taking an unfrequented
course to head the savages. Arrived at Wyalusing, near sixty miles,
they were satisfied by examining the fording place that the Indians
had not crossed the stream; pushing on till they came to the
mountain nearly opposite Asylum, a slight breastwork was thrown
up, and arrangements made to receive the enemy. Every precaution
had been taken to conceal the defence by setting up bushes in front
; but the wary chief, on approaching, discovered the snare, changed
the route of his party, leaving the path, and attempted to ascend the
hill aud pass Baldwin's party titty or sixt}^ rods, more easterly. The
attack was instantly commenced; a mutual fire was opened, and
continued for some time with spirit, and yet with caution — the
Indians being desirous to getoti with their prisoners and plunder, and
the pursuing party being afraid of hurting Mrs. Franklin and the
children. In the midst of the firing, the two little girls aud the boy
sprang from their captors and found refuge with their friends.
Instantly the savages shot Mrs. Franklin and retreated. The chief,
either to preserve the infant prisoner as a trophy, or to save himself
from being a mark for the American rifles, raised the babe on his
shoulder, and thus bearing her aloft, fled. Having recovered three of
the children, and seeing the bleeding remains of the mother, the
Yankees suspended pursuit. Mrs. Franklin was buried as decently as
circumstances permitted, aud the children were brought safely to
Wyoming, where they arrived on the IQth. Two of the men, Sergeant
Baldwin aud Oliver Bennet, were wounded, the former severely, by
the enemy's tire.' " Serjeant Thomas Baldwin and his brother
Waterman were both members of Capt. Robert Durkee's Company,
and afterward Capt. Simon Spaulding's Company, of which John
Jenkins was Lieutenant. They served all through the Revolutionary
war ; were in the battle of Bound Brook, at Milestone, in the Hartley
campaign in 1778, the Sullivan campaign in 1779, and in several
other important actions, and ended active service at Yorktown in
1781, assisting at the capture of Coruwallis and his army.
 646 Baldwin Genealogy. 230. WATERMAN^ Isaac ^ John ^
Benjamin "^ Heniy,i b. Jan. 8, 1757, in Elmira, N. Y.; d. April 21,
1810. The Elmira Daily Advertiser, of Aug. 20, 1875, gives the
following account of him: ' "Waterman Baldwin was a resident of
Pittston until 1798, and about that time removed to the
neighborhood of Elmira. He was for some time an agent of the U. S.
Government among the Indians in Western jSTew York. In 1808, he
was engaged in getting out lumber for market in the neighborhood
of Starkej, and had a sawmill and store there. He had been a
merchant at Pittston. He. m. Celinda Hazen. 496. Mary, m. Carter.
497. John, m. ^lary Jenkins. 498. Harry, m. Zina, dau. Wilkes
Jenkins; d. many years ago in Southport. 499. Nancy, unm. Says the
Advertiser: " "Waterman, the third son of the elder Isaac, as in the
list noted above, was a remarkable character. It is believed he filled
to the full his measure of usefulness during: the Revolutionary war,
(in a capacity similar to that of Harvey Birch, whom Cooper has
made immortal in the novel of the " Spy,") and under the immediate
eye of Washington himself. At least Watt, as he was called, prided
himself as "one whom Washington had trusted." He is the hero of
Chedayne, in the novel of Ausburn Tamer, entitled "Chedayne
ofKatono," says the Elmira Daily ^.r^rertiser, of July 20, 1878. He
possessed a silver-mounted saddle, which had been given him by
the officers of the army, and a horse, called Roanoke, which
performecl some feats that were prodigies. W^att was also an
adopted son of the famous Indian Chief, Cornplanter, who had been
struck by his bravery and coolness, shown under discouraging
circumstances. He did not take very kindly to the ways of civilization,
preferring life on the mountains and in the woods, taking care of
himself with his rifle and his knife. Innumerable incidents of a
striking and humorous character are told of him, few of which have
ever seen the light, but all of which deserve telling and preserving.
He was among the taxables of Pittston, Luzerne county, Penn., in
1796. 231. AFFA° Isaac ^ John ^ Benjamin - Henry,i b. Dec. 14,
1759 ; m., it is said, Capt. John Franklin, who was a noted man in
the W^yoming Valley during the struggle between the Pennamites
 Henry, of Woburn, Massachusetts, 647 and the Yankees. He
led the Yankees against Timothy Pickering, who had been dispatched
by the Government of Pennsylvania to enforce submission to that
State. She d. March 15, 1832. The above account is from the Elmira
Advertiser, of Aug. 27, 1875. In an after issue, Mr. Steuben Jenkins,
of Wyoming, Penn., gives the following account of her: She m. P*- in
1777, Benjamin Jenkins, s. John, active in the Pennamite war, and
who d., it is said, in March, 1787, from the cruelties inflicted upon
him. 500. Beiijamiu. 501. Elizabeth, m. Elder David Dimock, Diany
years Judge of the Susquehanna Count}^ Court. 503. Mar}^ m.
John Baldwin, s. Waterman. Both Elizabeth and Mary had large
families. The widow, in 1778, m. John Harding, by whom she had
seven children, one of her grandchildren being Garrick M. Harding,
President Judge of the Courts of Luzerne county. 233. ISAAC 5 Isaac
4 John ^ Benjamin -' Henry ,i b. Jan. 8, 1765, in Elmira, X. Y. The
Elmira Daily Advertiser, Aug. 20, 1875, gives the following account of
him, calling him Col. Isaac. He was a merchant in Elmira. He m.
2"*^' the widowed mother of the late Judge McDowell, of Chemung.
He d. Nov. 21, 1815. 503. Sally, b. March 3, 1791; ni. her cousin
Thomas. 504 Alcinoe, b. Nov, 19, 1792; m. John Cherry, of Virginia.
505. Lathrop, b. June 14, 1794. + 505*. Clarissa, b. Sept. 27, 1799;
m. Andrew R. Gregg, of Elmira, N. Y., and had at least a son William
H., a doctor in Elmira or vicinity. 506. Frances, b. April 10, 1796; m.
Charles Dunn, of New York. By a 2'"' wife Zeruiah, he had a son
506i. Isaac H., b. Jan. 19, 1809; d. Sept. 23, 1845. 234. WILLIAM '"
Isaac ^ John ^ Benjamin - Henry ^ b. Aug. 26, 1767, in Elmira, N.
Y.; d. June 25, 1842. 507. Grant. 4508. Sophia, m. the late Hon.
William Maxwell. 238. ICHABOD^ Isaac* John s Benjamin-^ Henry ,i
b. ^ Oct. 26, 1777, in Penn Yan, Penn.; killed in a mill, Jan. 17,
1835. He was .the father of the late 509. Mrs. William Viall, of the
vicinity of Elmira, N, Y.
 (348 Baldioin Genealogy. 241. BENJAMIN PETERS ^
Benjamin * Benjamin,^ b. April 23, 1767, in Orforcl, N. II., when
eight years old, removed to Bradford, Vt. His principal occnpation
was farming. He was also a successful teacher, a surveyor, and
owned a large sawmill. In town and parish matters, and as Justice of
the Peace, his services were deemed almost indispensable. A fuller
account will be found of him in McKeen's "History of Bradford, Vt."
He m., Nov. 17, 1796, Miss Mehitabel Gardner, of Windham, N. H. He
d. March 6, 1853 ; she, Jan. 14, 1857. 525. Cynthia, b. Dec. 3, 1797;
m. Giles Pecliett. + 526. Louisa, b. in Bradford, Vt., Sept. 1, 1800; m.
Epapliras B. C'liasc, eldest son of Moses, of Bradford. He resided in
Lj'ndou, Vt., where he was raauj' years engaged in commercial,
agricultural, railroad and banking ))usiness. He and wife are dead.
Children: Henry; Cliarles; Charlotte, m. Dr. Cahoou; Emily, Adaliue,
Mary and Martha — all living save Charlotte (dead) in Lyndon. 527.
Susan, b. in Bradford, Vt., Aug. 15, 1802; m. Horace Strickland, of
Bradford, for a long time in the foundry business there ; Town Clerk,
Eepresentative, and Associate Judge of Orange county for two years.
She d. Oct. 4, 1874. Childi'en: Charlotte, educated in the French
language and literature in Canada, France and Switzerland; became
a highly esteemed teacher in the Abbott Academ}* for Ladies at
Audover, Mass. ; and Lucy Ann, m. Charles B. Botsford, a merchant,
in Boston, Mass. 528. Benjamin Gordon, b. May 13, 1806; graduated
at Dartmouth College in 1827; he became a lawyer in Pottsdam, X.
Y., and d. January, 1873. He seems to have been highly successful ;
a man of great benevolence, wisdom and rectitude ; a pillar in the
Church, and diligent in good works. He m. Miss Emeline Lamphear,
of New Hampshire; thej- had no ch. (A fuller account is given in the
"Historj" of Bradford.") 529. George Peters, b. Jan. 22, 1808. + 530.
James Whitelaw, b. Sept. 12, 1810. + 531. Charles Cotesworth
Pinkney, b. Dec. 28, 1812. + 532. Lucy, b. in Bradford, Vt., .Jan. 13,
1815; had a fine education, and was for some years a teacher. She
was for some time Principal of the Female Department of the
Academy, at Meriden, N. H., and afterwards teacher of French,
Geometry and Botany, in the Ohio Female College, near Cincinnati.
She m. , Nov. 10, 1842, Prof. Alphonzo Wood, a graduate of
Dartmouth College, a Congregational preacher, and then Principal of
the School at Meriden, N. H. He is the author of .the valuable and
very successful work on Botanj'. He was for some j'ears Professor of
Natural History and of Ancient Languages in the Female College of
Ohio, and afterward its President. She d. at West Farms, near New
York, June 6, 1868. He m. the 2nd time. His cli. are : Frank,
graduated at the New York University in 1873, and was a Missionary
in Syria, under the Presbyterian Board; and Lilia. 533. William Edwin,
b. March 1, 1817; d. aged 8 yrs. 534. Son, d. infant. 535. Daughter,
d. Infant.
 Henry, of Woharn, Massachusetts. 049 242. THEOPIIILUS "
Benjamin * Benjamiu,^ b. Aug. 25, 1769 ; m. Hannah Mann, a sister
of John Mann, Esq., of Orford, N. H. They lived for several years in
Bradford, and then removed to Holland, Erie county, N. Y., where
they died. They had at least 536. John. + 537. ifanuah. 538. Harriet.
539. William. 245. ABSALOM^ Benjamin* Benjamin,^ b. in Bradford,
Vt., March 10, 1778 ; m., March 23, 1800, Miss Lydia Bliss, of that
place, b. Aug. 31, 1783, and long resided on his farm in "West
Bradford, keeping entertainment for travelers. He d. April 10, 1850 ;
she, Feb. 4, 1860, aged 76. 541. Son, d. y. 542. Absalom, b. Oct. 2,
1808; d. June 1, 1842. 543. Lydia, b. Aug. 4, 1804; m. William
Clifford; had one or more ch., and d. Xov. 17, 1840. 544. William, b.
July 25. 1807; m. Judith Burgin. He lived in California several j'ears,
but d. in Bradford, suddenly, September, 1874. He had a son. 545.
George Bliss, b. July 11, 1812; d. aged 3 yrs. 546. Hannah, b. April
11, 1815; m. .John Shumway, of Bradford; had seven ch. , of whom
three are living in 1876. 547. George, b. Nov. 24, 1817. + 246.
WILLIAM 5 Benjamin* Benjamiu,^ b. in Bradford, Yt. He followed
the sea for awhile, but finally settled down in his native place. He m.
Miss Hannah Webster, of Massachusetts. In declining life, he became
partially insane and committed suicide. 548. Emery, when last heard
of, resided in Methuen, Mass. 549. Lj'diA, m. Washington Merrill, of
Methuen, Mass. , and d there. 247. JOHI^ DEIl^XIE 5 Benjamin*
Benjamin,^ b. in Bradford, Yt., June 8, 1785 ; he m. Abigail, dau.
Joshua Barron, of Bradford. At one time in his life, he became
deplorably intemperate. He is said to have been thoroughly reformed
in a remarkable way. In the night, he was awakened by a knocking
at his bedroom door, and heard or thought he heard an unearthly
voice say : "Leave off drinking whisky." He replied: "I will if you will
take away my appetite." A solemn pause, and then : '-John, quit
entirely the use of tobacco." His reply was the same as before. 42
 650 Baldwin Genealogy. Strange to say, his appetite from
that time ceased. They were then residing in the West, and had
embraced the Mormon religion. While preparing to remove to
Nauvoo, they d. at Eacine, Wis. 550. John. 551. Julia. 552. Lydia.
249. EBENEZER^^Ebenezer^Benjamin.3 The "Historical Atlas of
Sandusky County, Ohio," says he was b. in Hanover, Vt., Aug. 7,
1772, add m. Susannah Rollins, of the same town, b. June 19, 1771,
had two sons and a daughter, and moved, about 1809, to Cortland
county, N. Y. He moved afterward to Geauga county, Ohio, where his
wife d. Jan. 5, 1825. In October, 1831, he moved to Sandusky
county, Ohio, and settled in what was then called the Black Swamp,
Woodville township, where he died December, 1839. 556. Ebenezer,
b. April 12, 1 792.4557. Son. 558. Dausrhter. ^o"According to the
Vermont authorities, he was born in Hebron, Conn., in 1770 ; he
lived for awhile in Fairlee, Vt. He m. Susan Frizzle, and moved to
Sandusky county, Ohio. There can be little doubt of the identity. 252.
BETSEY 5 Ebenezer*Benjamin,3b. in Orford, :N'. H., in 1776 ; m.
Rufus Carpenter. They emigrated to Michigan, and had several sons
and daughters. 564. Rufus, last heard of in Indiana. 565. Caleb
(M.D.), resides, 1876, in Altmoud, Mich. ; has two daus. and one s.
565+. Isaac D. (M.D.), d. in Monson, Mass., in 1839; a physician of
eminence. 566. Seymour (>I.D.), d. at Washington, Mich. 566i.
Philena C. 567. Bestey C. 568. Daughter. 253. ELEAZER5 Ebenezer*
Benjamin,^ b. in Orford, N". H., in 1778; he m., November, 1803,
Polly Ladd, b. in 1778. 569. Permdia, b. in Orford, N. IL, May 14,
1806; ra. Dr. Isaac D. Carpenter, of Moutpelier, Vt. , who d. in
Monsou, Mass., December, 183 ». Children: Rufus, in 1875, residing
in Middleboro, Mass., and his brother Jefferson J. with him. ■ .570.
Alpheus L., b. April 18, 180S. + Two twin daughters, b 1810, who
are dead.
 Henry, of Woburn, Massachusetts. 651 573. Emily, b. April
16, 1812; m. Willanl Haywood, and iu 1875 resides in Windsor, Vt..
They had four sons and live daus. : Emily, Eleazer B., Lucia B.,
Henry, Frances, Jennie, Eda, antl others, names unknown. 574.
Emelinc, b. Dec. 10, 1815; in 1875, unni. in Strafford, Vt. 575.
Eleazer B., b. April 30, 1818, in Strafford, Vt.+ 576. AVilliam A., b.
June 13, 1820; m. Prudence A. Dewey, and had a dau. Mary. 577.
Marietta, b. June 14, 1824; dead. 578. Deo D., b. Feb. 16, 1827;
dead. 579. Abigail D., b. Oct. 27, 1829; m. Lavinus H. Chandler;
living, 1875, at Barton Landing, Vt., and has a s. Edward. 580. Polly
G., 1). Oct. 7, 1833; m. Edward Dutton, of Barton, Vt., in 1875, ■
and has a dau. Altha. He was a physician, a Representative, and a
man much respected in his vicinity. He d. Dec. 20, 1857, at Strafford,
Vt.; his wife, Aug. 2, 1870. 254. WILLIAM ^ Ebenezer * Benjamin,^
b. in Orford, N. H., in 1780 ; he m. Lucinda Ladd, and emigrated to
New York State ; thence to Ohio. He is said to have d. in Rootstown,
or in Akron, Ohio. 581. William, a Methodist minister. 582. Chauncey,
a Methodist minister. 588. Alfred, said, in 1876, to be living near
Akron. Two daughters. In 1875, the three sons are said to be in
Ohio. 255. JOHiiTs Ebenezer^ Benjamin,^ b. May 18, 1783, in
Orford, N. H.; m. Lucinda Clark, b. Sept. 8, 1785, and from Hebron,
Conn. They settled in Sharon, Vt., in March, 1818. He was a
Representative. He d. Feb. 13, 1870 ; she, Feb. 23, 1831. 586.
Almira, b. Dec. 20, 1803; m. Moses Preston; living, 1876, in Sharon,
Vt. 587. Phebe, b. Dec. 20, 1805; m. Abijah Felton, Lumbridge, Vt. ;
both dead. She d. Sept. 10, 1872. 588. John C. (Rev.), b. Dec. 28,
1807. Is a Universalist minister. He d. Dec. 8, 1865, in Vermont. 589.
Albert, b. March 10, 1810. + 590. Lucinda, b. Sept. 9, 1813; m.
David Felton. + 256. ELIJAH ^ Daniel ^ Daniel ^ Benjamin ^ Henry
,i b. in Mansfield, Conn., May 16, 1756; settled in Dover, Vt., ou an
adjoining farm to that of his father. He m. Asenath Allen, September,
1780. He was an Orderly Sergeant in the Revolution three years, and
was in many battles, including Monmouth and White Plains. He d. in
Dover.
 652 Baldwin Genealogy. 591. Elijah, b. Sept. 23, 1782. +
592. Asenath, b. Sept. 7, 178-1; m. in Homer, N. Y. ; d. March 13,
1876, aud left a dau. Christina, who m. a Baldwin. 593. Joseph, b.
April 23, 178G. 594. Seldeu, b. June 6, 1788; left home when a lad,
and not heard from. His wife d., and he m. 2"'i' in 1790, Polly
Richardson. 595. Polly, b. July 31, 1792; m. Shubael A. 6 Shubael^
Daniel. 4 596. Phebe, b. Feb. 18, 1794; d, uum. 597. John, b. Feb.
17, 1796; d., leaving two living ch. 598. Rufus, b. Dec. 22, 1798. +
599. Asher, b. Nov. 3, 1801.+ 600. Ezra, b. March 27, 1805; living in
1875. 601. Orlando, b. Jan. 29, 1807; left home at 14 yrs. of age.
602. Ira, b. June 1, 1810; living in 1875. His 2"'! wife d., and he m.
3>'^>' Sally Hall. 603. Epphia, b. Jan. 18, 1816. 604. Sally S., b.
Aug. 23, 1818. He also had some children who d. in infancy. He d. in
1841. 259. SHUBAEL ^ Daniel * Daniel,^ b. in Mansfield, Conn.,
1764; settled in Vermont. Four of his children were living in 1816.
605. Shubael. + 606. Philip Turner, living, 1876, in Ararat,
Susquehanna county, Penn. 607. Silas, of Ararat. 608. Edwin, of
Ararat. 609. Clarissa, of Ararat. 261. PHILIP TURNERS' Daniel^
Daniel,^ generally called Turner ; b. in Mansfield, Conn., in 1770. He
settled in Dover, Yt., with his father and brother Elijah. He m. Huldah
Hitchcock. 610. Daniel. 611. Leander. 612. Josiah, and others. They
had many children. His wife was an energetic, industrious woman,
who, by tradition, was out with him one night burning logs, and
driven in by a panther. 269. JOHN5Ebenezer*Daniel,3b. April 5,
1772; he lived in Windham, Conn., and d. March 27, 1850. He was a
lawyer, Judge and a Member of Congress. He m., Dec. 14, 1798,
Polly Huntington, who d. in 1814. He m. 2'"^- Mrs. Elizabeth Young,
widow, b. Aug. 9, 1778, dau. Capt. Ralph and Eunice Ripley. 618.
John, 1). May 25, 1800. + 619. Julia Ann, h. Feb. 29, 1803; d. June
14, 1806.
 Henry, of Wobarn, 3Jas$achu.set(s. 653 272. SAMUEL"
Ebcnezer^ Danii'l,'* h. in Mansiield, Conn., Aug. 7, 1780; m. Sally
Clark, dan. James, of Mansfield, Conn. He settled in Stnrbridge,
Mass. 825. Alviu.+ 626. James C, iu the cabinet business in New
York City; had a family. 627. Danford, in the cabinet business in New
York City; had a family. 628. John, d. 1862; family in New Jersey.
629. Sarah, m. II. Chase. 630. Daniel, of Stafford, Conn. ; m. twice;
had a familJ^ 631. Luther, of Tolland, Conn. ; had a family. 632.
Philander, was in the army. 273. ELEAZER5 Ebenezer * Daniel,=^ b.
in Mansfield, Conn., Aug. 2, 1782; lived in Mansfield, and d. Oct. 13,
1825. He m. Harriet liobertson, of Coventry, who d. Aug. 6, 1870.
633. Emily, b. June 3, 1804; m. Asahel Tarbox, of Willimantic. 634.
Raymond, b. Feb. 2, 1806. + 635. Washington, b. Nov. 2, 1807;
settled in Canada and Wisconsin; has a family; lives, 1876, in Green
Garden, 111. 636. Jesse H., b. Sept. 13, 1809; went to North
Carolina; thence to Mississippi; a merchant. He d., 1859, in New
Orleans; widow and ch. in North Carolina. 637. Harriet, b. Dec. 7,
1810; m. Warren Atwood, of Willimantic. 638. Eleazer, b. April 3,
1812. + 639. Mary, b. April 2, 1814; m. Martin Brainerd, of East
Haddam; lives there, and has five ch. 640. Almira, b. July 21, 1818;
m Isham Cross, of Norwich, Conn.; there in 1876; has ouech.,
George W., m., and a family, living, 1876, in Cornwall, Conn. 641.
Fanny, b. Nov. 21, 1820; m. John Cougdon, of Cluuiestown, R. I.;
there in August, 1876. She has had six ch. , of whom only Sarah and
Kate C. are living. 642. Harmony, b. June 26, 1828; m. Clark
McKinster, of Middletown, Conn. + 274. THOMAS ' Ebenezer ■»
Daniel,=^ b. in Mansfield, Conn., Oet. 2, 1787. He m. Zeruiah Crane,
ot Mansfield; had a large family, and about 1825, moved to the State
of New York. 643. Anna, the eldest, m. William V. Johnson, of
Mansfield. 644. Ebenezer. 645. Daniel. 646. 3Iansfield. 647.
Windham. The last two were b. after their father left Mansfield. 277.
TIMOTHY ^ David * Timothy ^ Benjamin 2 Henry ,1 of Canterbury,
Conn.; b. there, April 5, 1775; d. there, aged 65. He m. Mary
Lathrop, dau. Simeon Lathrop, of Lisbon, Conn., b. May 15, 1780,
and d. 1852, in Grand Rapids, Mich.
 654 Baldwin Genealogy. 648. David, of Lockport, 111.+
649. Alice Susannah, May 13, 1812, m. Louis Waldo. 4650. Nancy
Fitch, Sept. 20, 1814, m. Stow, of Lockport, 111. + 651. Harriet
Atwood, Nov. 1, 1816, m. Mr. Seymour. + 652. Simeon Lathrop,
April. 1821. + 653. Mary Esther, d. aged 18. 280. ELIJAH 5 David^
Timothy =^ Benjamin ^ Henry,i b. 1783; in 1866, lived ou the farm
of Benjamin, his gr. grandfather, in Canterbnry ; d. there, March 8,
1867. 654. Elijah (M.D.), graduated at Yale College in 1847; a
doctor; living near his father with his family, and said to be the only
Baldwin of this line in the vicinity. + 283. BEi^JAMI]N"^Benjamin4
Timothy » Benjamin ^ Henry, i Dr. Elijah, of Canterbury, Conn.,
informs me that he lived in the vicinity; was a laborer ; drowned in
Quinnepaug river, and had sons and daughters. One son was 655.
George. + 287. SAMUEL 5 Theophilus* Henry ^ Benjamin ^ Henry,i
removed to Wisconsin ; his own family Record says he was b. Dec.
18, 1778. He ra. Betsey Bfown, who was b. Xov. 10, 1785. 656.
Sally, b. Oct. 2, 1806. 657. . Jane, b. Feb. 22, 1808. 658. Abigail, b.
March 12, 1809. 659. Samuel, b. April 6, 1815; in 1860, of
Cleveland, Ohio; a sailor. 660. Morris, b. June 24, 1817. 661. Mary, b.
March 8, 1820. 662. Phebe, b. Feb. 4, 1823. 663. John, b. July 1,
1825. 664. Melinda, b. Oct. 1, 1828. 665. Lauretta, b. Jan. 15, 1830.
666. Delia, b. Nov. 17, 1832. 290. THEOPHILUS^Theophilus* Henry
^ Benjamin ^ Henry iB. Oct. 6, 1788 ; settled in Owego, N. Y. 667.
Alviu, in 1866, of Owego. 297. HENRY 6 Henry ^ Henry* Henry ^
Henry ^ Henry,i b. in Shrewsbury, Mass., Oct. 5, 1788 ; m., Oct. 11,
1812, Mary, dau. Capt. Luther Goddard ; resided in Shrewsbury. 668.
Mary Elizabeth, b. March 13, 1813; d. unm. in 1846. 669. Harriet
Azulah, b.. May 30, 1816. 670. Angeline Augusta, b. April 26, 1819;
m. Oliver B. Sawyer, of Berlin.
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