Salem's Daniel Howell Hise, businessman and human rights champion, died 125 years ago but lives on

Salem's Daniel Howell Hise, businessman and human rights champion, died 125 years ago but lives on in the journal he kept for nearly 32 years. The following is a sampling of his writings, edited to improve readability. Copies of his entire journal are at the Salem Public Library.
April 18, 1849: Arrived about 1/2 past 7 o'clock, seven fugitive slaves by way of Underground Railroad from Wheeling, Va. Welcome. Welcome to the protection I can give, with or without the law.
April 30, 1849: Spaded garden. Bought and planted some pinkeye potatoes. Took some corn and oats to mill to get it chopped for hog and cow feed. John Hunt's wife died of consumption last night. She leaves a child but five weeks old. Found my knife.
Dec. 2, 1859: Disagreeable day. Poor old John Brown dies on the gallows. His crime (as they call it) was trying to liberate the slaves. Generations to come will erect his monument. He is not appreciated at present, except by a few.
April 13, 1861: War news exciting. The Confederate army opened their batteries on Fort Sumter in Charleston Harbor. All are anxious to know the result. Civil War is now inaugurated.
July 1, 1861: We all went to the station to see the volunteers off. Sam Sharpnack held his son Don to keep him from going, but I predict he will yet go.
Dec. 31, 1862: Today is the last day we as a nation are to be guilty of the enormous crime of slaveholding. Abraham Lincoln declared the slaves of all Rebels free men.
July 3, 1864: Went down four miles southeast of Dunganon to look at a horse that was for sale, but neither the horse nor the price suited me. I could have put up with the former, but the latter I could not stand (200 dollars for but an ordinary horse).
April 10, 1865: More good war news this morning that Gen. R.E. Lee has surrendered his army and all its equipment to Gen. U.S. Grant. Great day of rejoicing in Salem. Raised 300 dollars to have a display of fireworks. We all hands of us took holiday.
May 21, 1868: Was roused out of my sleep about midnight by the ringing of the fire bells. Dressed and went to town. Found Widow Wisner's house burned entirely down. It was about the oldest frame house in Salem, having been built in 1807.
Jan. 5, 1874: Killed and dressed a turkey. In evening I went to hear Professor Logan on phrenology. Had him tell my character at the solicitation of the audience. I was well satisfied with it, as was the entire audience.
Source: The Hise Journal