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© 1999- 2001 Enchanted MOuntains Genealogy Society
Stories of the Kanestio Valley
Written by William M. Stuart of Canisteo, NY Printed by
Work Folks Press Alfred Station Third Edition
Submitted By Tim Chase
THE DOUGLAS AFFAIR
Robert A. Douglas first came to Canistio Valley in the
Spring of 1824. That summer he became a peddler selling
not only dry goods and notions, but jewelry as well. In
the light of later information, this was significant.
Events now moved swiftly in that remote neighborhood.
Certain other persons with reputations not too good had
attached themselves to the Mayberry family. These men-
Hathaway, Cole and Wallace-were no kin of the
Mayberry's nor did they appear to have any visible
means of support. Several peddlers who were known to
have entered the valley at Painted Post; and were
supposed to have put up for the night at the Mayberry
Tavern, were never again seen. A girl who had been
employed as kitchen help at the inn, but had been
discharged, told a weird story to some of the
neighbors. She said that after retiring for the night,
she heard a noise in the living room. Rising to see
what was the matter, she found that she had been locked
in her room. But she peered through the keyhole and was
horrified to see Robert A. Douglas, assisted by his
mother -in-law, Mrs. Mayberry, engaged in cutting the
throat of a peddler whom they had tied to a chair.
Willing as they were to listen to tales of horror, this
yarn seemed a bit too strong, and the people had not
made up their minds to accept this at face value, when
news of a tragedy brought them up on their toes. Samuel
H. Ives, a resident of Grigg's Corners, in the town of
Troupsburg, had made some purchases of Douglas on one
of his rounds. After the peddler had gone Ives found
that a five dollar counterfeit bill had been worked off
on him. Being of a choleric disposition, Ives resolved
to seek justice himself, if the law would not function.
It was about the middle of September and Ives was
eating his midday meal when his hired girl, chancing to
glance out of the open door, exclaimed: "There goes
that counterfeiter.!" Ives heaved himself from his
chair and rushed out of doors.. "He'll give me back my
money," he growled "or I'll take it out of his hide!"He
ran toward Douglas. "Hey, you! Wait!" He extended the
bogus note toward the peddler. " Give me back my money.
This bill is no good." Nonchalantly, Douglas inspected
the note. " I didn't give it to you. I never saw it
before." Ives didn't believe in wasting words. He
sprang for the young man's throat. But the peddler
avoided the assault and fled down the road. Ives gave
chase, caught his man and hurled him to the ground,
kneeling on his chest. The Douglas, squirming like and
eel in Ives' powerful grasp, drew a knife and stabbed
his assailant. The weapon sank deep in the farmer's
side. Ives groaned, staggered to his house, dropped on
a bed and almost immediately died. A few days later he
was buried in the cemetery at Austinburg, near the
state line.