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HENRY J. PEARSON, physician and surgeon; was born near West Milton, Ohio, Aug. 17, 1842; his early education was mostly obtained in the common school, with a short tuition in Antioch College, Indiana; at the age of 19, he began teaching school and taught several terms, during which time he read medicine under the guidance of the late Dr. Tenny; after attending lectures, he received his degree of Doctor of Medicine from the Eclectic Medical Institute of Cincinnati. May 27, 1867; having practiced a short time in Winchester, Ind., and Hollandsburg, Ohio, he settled in March, 1868, in his native village, where he assiduously applied himself for the ensuing five years, to the duties of his chosen profession; he then withdrew from business for one year to devote himself entirely to study, during which time the Cincinnati College of Medicine and Surgery conferred on him their diploma of graduation; returning then to his former practice, he has ever since, with a few exceptions, devoted his whole time to the demands of a large practice; his wife, Jennie Arnold, a lady of culture and refinement, he married May 3, 1865; she is a daughter of James and Elizabeth Arnold, residents of Montgomery Co., where she was born June 22, 1847. Alvick, son of H., J. Pearson and wife, was born Nov. 27, 1868. Benjamin H. Pearson, the father of Dr. Pearson, was a pioneer in this county, brought when a child from South Carolina by his parents, John and Ruth Pearson; he was born June 26, 1806, and died Feb. 4, 1880, having lived the long period of 70 years on his homestead, near West Milton, where his declining years were passed; he lived a life of scrupulous fidelity to every conscious duty; a man of judgment to decide and perseverance to perform, one of nature’s noblemen, who left the indelible stamp of his opinion upon all who knew him; he was decided, yet unassuming, modest, yet perfectly balanced; his thoughts, his deeds and his actions were his own, formed from the feeling of his heart alone; his wife, Dorcas, is the daughter of Wallace and Rachel Jones, who emigrated here in 1806 from South Carolina, with many others who washed their hands from the curse of slavery which was darkening the South; she was then a little child, and, owing to the long, heavy roads and the crowded condition of their wagon, she was carried nearly all the way in the arms of her parents, they relieving each other by turns; she still lives on the old farm where most of life’s sunshine has seen her untiring energy spent for the good of her family.