VeteranDaniel Dutton Answers Summons

Aged Resident Dies at His Home Near Bluff City Tuesday Night at 10 O'clock, Following a Six Weeks' Illness.

Daniel Dutton, Sr., aged 79 years, died at his home near Bluff City Tuesday night at 10 o'clock following an illness of six weeks duration.

The funeral will be held thursday at 2 o'clock at Motes Chapel, conducted by Rev. John Davis. Interment in the Bluff City cemetery.


Published in the Argus-Search Light on 1/10/1917

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A Long Life Ended

Daniel Dutton, Aged 79 Passed Away Jan. 9th. Funeral Held Thursday.

Daniel Dutton, son of Mr. and Mrs. Moses Dutton, was born in Brown county, Ohio, Nov. 3rd, 1837. He died at his home in Woodland township, near Bluff City, Jan. 9th, 1917, aged 79 years, two months and six days. When eight years old the deceased accompanied his parents from Ohio to Illinois. Daniel Dutton was reared on his father's farm and attended the district schools in early youth. He remained at the parental home until August 1862, when he enlisted in the Civil war in Company H. Eighty-fifth regiment, Illinois Volunteers Infantry, sharing the fortunes of that regiment in all its arduous marches, sharp skirmishes and hard fought engagements. He took part in the battles of Perryville, Chickamauga, Stone River, Missionary Ridge, Kennesaw Mountain and Peach-Tree Creek. During his entire service, which lasted three years, he was always ready for roll call.

The deceased followed Sherman in the march to the sea and participated in the Grand Review at Washington, D.C. At the close of the war, being mustered out, he was sent to Springfield, where he was honorably discharged.

Mr. Dutton was united in marriage to Mrs. Mary Markley (nee Reed) a daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John Reed. Mrs. Dutton died Feb. 27th, 1902. To them were born five children; namely Etta, Rebecca, Daniel and William, Randolph deceased.

He had been a member of the United Brethren church for 20 years. He was identified with the Grand Army of the Republic.

In all relations of life Mr. Dutton has been actuated by a high sense of duty and his long extended career has been beyond reproach.

Mr. Dutton's last illness extended over a period of six weeks. Although he suffered much, he was very patient. Realizing the end was near, he thought and spoke often of the future; said that he did not dread death, that the Lord was with him.

He leaves to mourn his loss four children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren and a host of relatives and friends.

The funeral was held at Motes Chapel Thursday afternoon at 2:30 o'clock, conducted by Rev. John Davis. Interment in the Bluff City cemetery.


Published in the Argus-Search Light on 1/17/1917

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In Memory of Grandpa Dutton

The passing of Grandpa Dutton has taken an old soldier, a good citizen, and good neighbor. He set the example before his children of honest industry. Out in all weather, no work too hard for him to attempt with the end in view of having his children comfortable when he was gone.

Sometimes in these modern days of fast living, the “Old Folks” are not treated kindly. This was not the case with Grandpa Dutton. All that a kind-hearted daughter-in-law, and daughter could do to make his life pleasant, was done. When the end was near he called his children and told them he was not afraid to die, — a testimony that will live in their memory through coming years, and no doubt have a sweet influence over their lives. As the passing days, and years lead down to the valley of Death, this memory will bring the joy into their lives of that heavenly reunion, when we shall “Know Each Other There.” but the paths where we saw him come and go, the empty chair, the vacant seat on the porch, where he loved to sit with his little grand children round him in the twilight, of pleasant summer evenings; these are the things that bring the silent heartache.

When Grandpa Dutton was past 76 years of age I went to get some rye to sow, and found him grubbing out some big tough saplings, to set in their place, some choice young peach trees. He seemed to happy at his work.

But the tired hands are folded now,
Are folded on his breast;
And moonlight shadows come and go,
Where we laid him down to rest.
Our household graves, where the evergreen
Waves low; where they slumber still
Though sunlight ripples the leaves between
And earth is wraped in its golden sheen
There’s a void earth cannot fill
But the heart will throb with joy at last,
When the shadows of life are o’er,
And storms and tempests are ever past —
And our pilgrim bark has the anchor cast,
Safe home, on the angel shore.
— Mittie L. P. Horton.


Published in the Argus-Search Light on 1/24/1917


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