"Died at his home in Greene Co., Pa., Nov. 5, 1897 [sic 1898], Mr. David Watson aged 60 years, 1 month and 27 days. On Tuesday morning before his death he and his little son were hauling logs he being on the wagon and it went over backwards over him crushing him to the ground injuring him seriously. He was conscious of all his suffering until the end. He knew every one that came about to see him and told them he could not live. He called his children all around him and told them not to weep, but prepare to meet him for he wanted to 'go home' that was his only desire. He lingered on until Saturday morning about 1 o'clock when God called him to a happier home above where there is no suffering, no weeping and no good byes to be said. D. D. Watson was widely known in Greene and Washington counties having been a dealer in stock a number of years. He was married to Sarah Smith, deceased, Aug. 30, 1866, to whom their union was blessed with 12 children 7 of whom still survive, James S., Alvin C., Baker H., married, Mrs. Leslie Johns, of Sunset, Mrs. Miller Iams, of Lone Pine, Ida M. and Oliver D. losing his wife in 1887. His home was almost broken up, he was left father and mother both over his children until 1889 Dec. 14, he then married Eliza Garrett, this union also being blessed with five children, four of them still living. He has left a vacant place which no other form can fill. No more will we see his pleasant face when we go home, nor hear his sweet voice. Oh! as we gather around the table how we will miss father. At an early age he joined the Methodist church of which he taught a Sabbath school class for seventeen years. He then went with his wife to the North Ten Mile Baptist church where he remained until his death. In 1861 and 64 he served in the Civil War being 2nd Sergeant, Company B, 85th Pa. volunteers. He was laid to rest in honor of the soldiers in the North Ten Mile burying ground. Funeral was conducted by pastor of the church Rev. Carl assisted by N. W. Carter.

Hard indeed it was to give him up,
We all loved him Oh, so well.
But while we are drinking sorrows cup,
Happy now with saints he dwells.

He has crossed the lonely River,
To that land so pure and bright
And is singing with the Angels,
Robed forevermore in white.

He has gone to Heaven before us
But he turns and waves his hand
Telling us to prepare to meet him,
Where we'll join at God's right hand.

Father we would not recall thee,
Though our loss is very great;
Earth's mishaps can no more befall thee,
Since beyond the golden gate.

Sleep on dear father none disturb thee,
Sleep till Jesus bid you rise
Then with all God's ransomed people,
We hope to meet you in the skies.

A Daughter."