and a few months later, lucy haynes butler, the wife of dr. liza butler, wrote to a childhood friend in massachusetts. liza butler was in worcester and prison, and i was happy to see that lindsay mentioned him as part of this, because, i assume because of the case of worcester verse sus -- versus georgia, because unfortunately his sacrifice for the most part has been overlooked. the part of lucy's letter, "i grieve the inner missionary laborers in 1827. i arrived among the cherokees and engaged in teaching at brainard, and remained there until they entered into a married state in 1830 and removed to a mission station just west of georgia. here, my husband was shut up in prison by the authorities of georgia for refusing to take an oath to support their ventures against the cherokee or to leave his situation or his station, which was in the chartered limits of that state. after laboring nearly a year and a half in the pen ten chair, he returned to his missionary labo labors among the cherokees. but in a little more than a year, the same law, whi

lucy butler, that i mentioned earlier, a letter written december 20th states, my husband is preachedmong the cherokees and tended on them as physician since they were first taken. last summer by their request he was appointed a position by general scott in a camp about eight mile from our station. and after arrangements were made for the cherokee to remove themselves he was appointed by mr. ross to serve as physician and accompany them on the way west. last letter i have was jonesburg, illinois, on the 19th of november, about 20 miles this side of the mississippi. did not accomplish quite half their journey at that time. did have considerable sickness. about 27 of their number laid buried between that place and the one where they commence their journey. durnding this time and during this time george hicks one of the conductors of the removal attachment and member of the arabian church sent a letter to the arabian headquarters in north carolina, 13th of january, 1839, my dear friend and brother, we left the cherokee nation east, the land of our nativity on the first day of last novemb

lucy next to him. to the filipino butler, the president has said they needed 15 more minutes to work before taking lunch, which he was looking forward to. suddenly, elizabeth recalled, he raised his right hand and passed it over his forehead several times in a strange, jerky way without without emitting a sound. daisy recalled the president quotes "looking for something, his head forward, his hands fumbling." immediately she rose, i went forward and looked in his face. "have you dropped your cigarette" she asked him, he looked at me furrowed in pain and tried to smile. alarmed? he put his left hand back up to the back of his head and said, i have a terrific pain in the back of my head. those would be the president last words, daisy, quite certain of them afterwards, -- he said it distinctly, but so low that i don't think anyone else heard it. my head was not more than a foot from his. i told him to put his head back on the chair. the president is sick, call the doctor, madame shumatoff yelled. the doctor comes and administers medication for the president's heart, the president had offered a quote "massi

lucy next to him. it was about 1:15 p.m. to the filipino butler, the president had said they needed 15 more minutes to work before taking lunch which he was looking forward to. suddenly elizabeth recalled he raised his right hand and passed it over the forehead several times in a strange, jerky way without emitting a sound. at least as far as she could hear. daisy, crouched on the sofa recalled the president quote looking for something. his head forward, his hands fumbling. immediately she rose. i went forward and looked into his face, have you dropped your cigarette, she asked him alarmed. he looked at me with his forehead furrowed in pain and tried to smile. he put his left hand up to the back of his head and said, i have a terrific pain in the back of my head. those would be the president's last words, daisy quite certain of them afterward he said it so distinctively but so low that nobody else heard. i told him to put his head pack on his chair. the president is sick, call the doctor, they yelled. dr. bruin comes and administers medications fo