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In September 1854, he organized the first brass band. The town had become enthused with 'Manifest Destiny,' visions of the Seat of Government coming this way filled the air. Political enthusiasm also ran high, and a brass band was deemed necessary to give eclat to the times and occasions. . . . Ed Clapp drove his express into town, at sunset, one beautiful September day, in 1854, freighted with bacon and United States mail, some three or four weeks old--judging from the skippers, the bacon was the oldest--he brought a box of horns, brass horns, mind you, some few copper, not many, else the horns might not all have arrived, though Ed. was always, as to-day 'safe and sound' on the horn question, and strictly reliable. But those old wagons often caused the breakage of cooperage, especially while standing in the tall grass on the eastern side of Skunk, waiting for the water and mud to go down. The news of the arrival of the box soon spread; the members of the band-to-be quickly gathered and opened the box, and, after some discussion as to the fitness of things, an assignment of the instruments was made.Cyrus A. Mosier was listed as playing the B-flat bugle.
He early began to investigate the subject of Indian mounds, so many of which existed in the Des Moines Valley, and that of the Mississippi. There were fifteen of them on the plateau abutting the two rivers here, one near the corner of Fourth and Walnut, on which "Billy" Moore built his dwelling-house; another where the Court House now stands (the Sacs and Foxes had a war dance there in 1854); another at the corner of Fourth and Court Avenue, opposite the The Register and Leader building. The others were scattered in various localities. His research, investigation, and travel convinced him beyond a doubt that the Mississippi Valley was once a populous empire, millions of whose subject repose in mound sepultures scattered over our valleys and prairies; that we to-day tread on the ruins of a civilization older than that of the Aztecs, of a people divided into stationary communities, who, centuries in the past, possessed the arts of semi-civilized life, who worshipped the elements, whose form of government subordinated the masses to hereditary power, as revealed in marks they have left. To what race they belonged has not been revealed, but, reading from archaeological investigations made, the conclusion is that, after centuries of warfare, they were driven southward into Mexico by the ancestors of Indians.Always keeping himself busy, during the year school year 1860-1 he taught the highest-grade public school in East Des Moines. Cupid also entered his life on Nov. 14, 1861, as Cy married Miss Rachel A. Bell, the daughter of Samuel and Rachel Bell, who were Irish and German and were also originally from Pennsylvania. They moved to Bloomfield Township and Cy kept on farming and reporting when he was not teaching.
Immediately after his marriage Mr. Mosier built his residence,-16 x 24 and a story and a half high,-with his own hands, cutting the logs, sawing them, framing the whole structure and finishing it, building the chimney and plastering one room. No American excepting a frontiersman would have the ambition to do this; and this was all done during the hard times of the war period. After all, that was the happiest period of Mr. Mosier's life.After the Civil War broke out in 1861, a local battalion of volunteers was organized and Cy enlisted as a private. In 1864, the Des Moines battalion was ordered to repel an invasion by the Rebel General Sterling Price from Missouri. Price was the former Missouri governor and had formed a rebel Missouri guard of 5,000 men before being commissioned as a Confederate major general in 1862. Cy was commissioned as captain to be adjutant of the battalion and for the rest of the war, he saw quite a bit of action, as outlined in the 1896 book, A Memorial And Biographical Record Of Iowa [website]:
He commanded the company five months . . . was twice offered promotion, but preferred to stay with his company, which he did until after the war was over, being discharged in January, 1866, at San Antonio, Texas. During its service his company traveled 10,750 miles, participated in fifteen battles and many skirmishes, losing in killed and wounded sixty-five per cent of its number. Some of the battles in which he was engaged were Chickamauga, Mission Ridge, Kenesaw mountain, Peachtree creek, Atlanta, Jonesboro, Lovejoy, Franklin, and Nashville. He always commanded his company on every march and in every engagement.Cy's older brother Oliver served as a Union lieutenant and was killed in action. Younger brother Cross was a Union private and saw action in many engagements before being taken prisoner. He experienced the agony of being confined for nine months at Andersonville and then six months in other rebel prisons.
In April, 1889, Mr. Mosier moved with his family to Washington Territory, and on the day before he left, he was surprised with the present of a fine gold watch, "suitably and most beautifully engraved," from the bench and bar of Polk county. Soon after his arrival he took his family in Indian canoes, manned by Indians, and ascended the Snohomish river for three days. After disembarking they had to walk on a mountain trail for sixteen miles, making six miles of the trail themselves, and camping without tent. On the second day (fifth day out) they reached a small cabin. They spent the summer in the Cascade mountains, and early in December descended the river to the town of Snohomish on tide water.By that time, all three homesteads were "proved up" and busy Cyrus immersed himself fully into his new job.
Loading a mule with a dog tent, blankets, bacon, flour, coffee, and a few other necessaries, a 5x7 Kodak, an aneroid barometer, thermometer, field-glass, level, forty-four six-shooter, repeating rifle, etc., he walked behind the faithful little animal from the settlements at sea-level to the timber line on the mountain, which was generally about 8,ooo feet above the sea, and camped alone at night, proceeding to points fifty to a hundred miles from civilization. In the daytime he had to cross swollen glacial rivers alone, which are always dangerous even when help is at hand. But he could not retreat; all his work lay before and above him. When the shades of night draped the earth with their mysterious pall and the stars shone out like electric lamps from the black depth of space, the ominous silence being broken only by an occasional scream of the mountain lion and the mysterious notes of night birds and other animals, also the sound of grinding rocks forced by an avalanche sweeping the timber and everything before it down the mountain side, reverential awe which language cannot express, rather than fear, took possession of Mr. Mosier's mind.We can imagine how thrilled Cy was to once again be immersed in the dark forests and to hear the sounds of wilderness that he loved so much as a boy in Missouri nearly 50 years before.
Cyrus A. Mosier, a former resident of Snohomish who will be remembered by all the old timers, died November 10 in Des Moines, Iowa, after predicting his own death. Mosier was a man of unusual ability, and the later years of his life were spent in research and travel. He had the unique distinction of being the first short hand man west of the Mississippi river, and practiced it in the courts of that region while it was almost unknown in the east. He was a great student and investigator. He left here a number of years ago to return to his old home in Des Moines, of which city he was a pioneer.He is buried in the Woodlawn cemetery of Des Moines, along with his wife.
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