here was but a Territory. In the
building up of one of its most comfortable homesteads
he has in this manner contributed his quota toward
bringing about the present condition of Johnson
County.
ENJAMIN
J. BAKER is a veteran of the Mexican War, who some
years subsequently became a pioneer of Johnson County,
and one of the first settlers in the precinct of
Sterling, where he is still actively pursuing
agriculture, and has a large, well-improved farm on
section 17. He was born in Lancaster County, Pa.,
Sept. 17, 1820, but when he was eighteen months old
his parents removed from his birthplace to Cumberland
County, in the same State. He was there reared, and
until twenty-five years of age made his home there. He
then enlisted as a private in the United States Army,
and served five years, having in the meantime been
promoted to Sergeant of Company D, 4th Artillery,
under Capt. John M. Washington. He took part in the
Mexican War, and was discharged at Ft. Brow, Tex., in
1850. He then returned to Pennsylvania and, staid
until the following spring, when he wended his way to
Davenport, Iowa. From there he started the next fall,
with four others, going down the Mississippi River to
New Orleans, and by the Nicaragua route to the "Golden
State." He was profitably engaged in mining and
farming there for some years, and at one time was
employed at a salary of $100 a month as a foreman over
other hands on a large ranch, whose owner raised
17,000 bushels of wheat one year. Mr. Baker staid in
California nearly five years, and returned to his old
home in Cumberland County, Pa., by way of New York, in
the spring of 1856, and shortly after was united in
marriage to Miss Sarah J. Montgomery, only child of
William and Elizabeth Montgomery.
Selecting Nebraska, then a wild and
sparsely settled Territory, as the site of the future
home they were to rear together, the genial, healthful
climate, rich soil and other advantages of this
prairie country deciding their choice of a location,
our subject and his bride started for their
destination soon after their wedding, traveling by
rail to Burlington, Iowa, the terminus of the railway.
There Mr. Baker bought a team of horses and a wagon,
with which they proceeded to within about 100 miles of
the Missouri. At that point our subject traded his
horses for three yokes of oxen, with which they made
the remainder of the long and tedious journey,
arriving on what is now known as the "Old Clark Farm,"
on section 31, two miles down the creek from Sterling.
Mr. Baker and his wife staid there until the next
spring, when he purchased his present place on section
17, to which they immediately removed. In the years
that followed they experienced all the vicissitudes
and hardships common to pioneer life in a wild,
prairie country; but they patiently endured the
absence of the comforts, conveniences and luxuries
that they had been used to in their old home, and the
trials that they encountered but strengthened their
characters. It has been wisely stated that the
experiences of such a life "after all make us better
fitted for the cares and responsibilities of
after-life--make us have a warmer side for our
fellowmen, and create in us a willingness to lend a
helping hand to those who are in distress." This is
eminently true of our subject and his wife, and their
names are synonyms of all love and charity, and many
have cause to bless their benefactions. They have
never had any children of their own blood, yet have
reared three--Lydia Wagoner, August Rudy and Robert E.
Krintz, giving them the advantages of a good home and
a careful training in the duties of life. Their
adopted son Robert is still with his foster
parents.
Mr. Baker now has his farm,
comprising 240 acres, well improved, and in one of the
most comfortable homes in the precinct he and his wife
are spending their declining years in the enjoyment of
a well earned competence. Mr. Baker is a pleasant and
entertaining conversationalist, and is fond of talking
over early days in Johnson County, when the Indians
were plentiful hereabout, and used to frequently give
him a call as they passed through the precinct; when
deer, antelope and an abundance of wild game roamed at
will over the uncultivated prairies. The nearest mill
was at Nebraska City, many miles distant, and in the
fall of 1857 Mr. Baker and two of his neighbors, Mr.
Root and Mr. McClure, made a trip thither, from which
they