Ed Schieffelin - Early Life

Early Life

Ed Schieffelin was born in a coal-mining region of Wellsboro, Pennsylvania, the son of a prominent New York and Pennsylvania family, in 1847. His second great-grandfather Jacob Schieffelin, Sr., born in 1757, joined the Loyalist army and served as Henry Hamilton's secretary during the Revolutionary War. Schieffelin was captured in 1779 and held prisoner in Williamsburg, Virginia. He escaped to Canada where in 1780 he was appointed lieutenant in the Queen's Rangers by Henry Clinton. He spent time in Montreal and Detroit before returning to New York where in 1794 he founded a drug company with his brother Lawrence.

In January 1849, Jacob, Jr. traveled to California with his sons Alfred and Edward Girard on the ship Morrison. They arrived in September but almost immediately booked passage home via Panama in November. Jacob Schieffelin, Jr. traveled overland and joined his brother and Ed. Schieffelin's father Clinton Emanuel Del Pela Schieffelin in the Rogue Valley, Oregon Territory, in the mid-1850s to raise cattle, grain and their children. There were also mining activities in the area that the family maintained an interest in.

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