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EUNICE KENDALL; P. O. West Milton; she was born in this township in December, 1808, and is a daughter of Joseph and Rachel Mendenhall, who were born in Newberry District, S. C., and removed to this county in a very early day, their trip being made with team and wagon; they settled on land in this township, on which they lived till Mr. M.’s decease, which occurred in 1850 in the 78th year of his age; after his death his wife resided with her daughter, Mrs. Henry Compton with whom she lived until her death, which occurred several years after her husband’s, at an advanced age; they were the parents of nine children, of whom only three are left, viz., Rachel, now Mrs. H. Compton; Anna, now Mrs. Macey, and our subject; the deceased are Thaddeus, Joseph, Mary, Tamar Lydia and Ruth. Eunice was united in the holy bonds of matrimony with John Kendall, who was a native of Ohio; after their marriage, they settled on 80 acres in Sec. 25, on which they lived for about fourteen years; at that time their land was all in the woods, which they cleared in part and improved, then sold out and purchased 80 acres where she now resides; Mr. K. departed this life aged about 60 years; they were the parents of eleven children, of whom eight are living, viz., Mary A., now Mrs. R. Pearson James; Thompson; Martha, now Mrs. F. Harshbarger; Isaac, Albert, Cyrus and Warren; the deceased are Joseph, John T., and Emanual who was killed in a machine shop in Dayton, by the explosion of a boiler; he left a wife and two children to mourn his untimely death; Mrs. K. owns 80 acres of land which is well improved, and is carried on by her youngest son, Warren, and with him she makes her home; she was reared in the good old Quaker Church, in which she has labored faithfully for almost a lifetime, and is a very exemplary Christian woman; her father was captured by the Indians during the war of the Revolution and held a prisoner for six months; his whereabouts was subsequently ascertained; his father sold his land, and with the money, $350, bought his freedom; with them he learned the Indian language, which he never forgot, and would recount to his children the experience of a captivity that is always revolting to hearers; he was only a lad at the time he was captured, and at night a blanket was placed on the ground and he was laid upon it, another was spread over him, and on each side a dusky warrior reclined; thus fastened, escape was impossible.