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Daniel Stark's grandfather, James Stark, was born about 1762 in a quaint little city, Inverary, Argill County Scotland, It is about forty miles northwest of Glasgow, noted as an intellectual and educational center. When James was nineteen years of age he moved to Shepton Mallet, Somersetshire, England. Here he acquired large land holdings by investing in looms and placing his profits in more land. It was here he met and married Sarah Roswell, daughter of Gilbert Roswell, a very gifted and talented woman. They were blessed with five sons and five daughters, and according to the Stark custom they named their first son James, then in their order, Sarah, John, Elizabeth, Joseph, George, Grace, Mary, Daniel Scott, and Hannah.

Daniel Stark's father, John Stark, was their second son, born 10 January 1791 at Shepton Mallet, England. He and his brother Joseph came to America in 1812. Joseph located in Boston, Mass, and John in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, on an English possession. Here John married Sarah Mann, daughter of Samuel Mann, and Elizabeth L McLeod. She was born 2 Apr 1795, in Liverpool, Nova Scotia, Canada.

To them also were born five sons and five daughters. Their names were Sarah Shurtliff, Mary Eliza, James, Daniel, John, Sarah Lees, Eliner, Harriet, George and William. Sarah Shurtliff was born in Halifax, and all the others were born in Windsor, Nova Scotia, Canada. At this place John Stark acquired large land holdings and engaged in farming. Daniel Stark, the second son of John Stark, and Sarah Mann, was born 29 June 1820, at Windsor, Nova Scotia, Canada.

Daniel's Boyhood Days

For lack of information very little can be said of Daniel's boyhood days, except that he helped his father and brothers do the chores about the farm. Their principle crops were wheat, barley, oats, apples and garden products. A large apple orchard was part of the farm and how delicious were those Stark apples. Just to look at those loaded trees made your mouth water to think about them. Many shiploads found their way into the market places in Boston and New York City every year. Daniel told me. "When I was ten years old I walked to school up a hill along an old road. The school was in an old building at the head of the street and upstairs. On my way I had to pass a butcher shop, and a rum shop. Mr. O'Brien, the saloon keeper, said he would cut off my ears, so I always ran as fast as I could past his saloon."

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