The River's Blood- The La Prairie Voyageur Legacy DRAFT 11/25/25

Below is a link to a draft copy for my unpublished book--The River's Blood: The La Prairie Voyageur Legacy

https://drive.google.com/file/d/15394m3k6WtSmX_wVSpvR6ocqRQ-x7BYL/view?usp=drive_link

Great Granddad, William Avery, Was a Victorian Coachman

 

William Avery (1819-1902) was my 2nd great grandfather. His occupation was that of a coachman, and historical records suggest he was most likely employed by a wealthy family in Lee Park, Manor Park, or Lee Road in the London suburb of Lee, Kent, England, during the Victorian era between 1844 and about 1875. Given his residence in Eastdown Park near Lee Manor House from before 1861 to after 1871, it's highly probable that he worked for the prominent Baring family, owners of Lee Manor House since 1796. The Barings were influential merchant bankers who founded Barings Bank, one of the world's oldest merchant banks, and their wealth from international finance would have easily supported a full stable staff including coachmen.

At age 20, he was listed on the 1841 census as a servant employed at the Chatham Barracks in Gillingham, Chatham, England. Perhaps he was a stable-boy, groom, or even an apprentice coachman. Three years later, at the time of his marriage in 1844, he was identified as a coachman on his marriage banns. Later, on Lee and Lewisham, London, England census records for 1851, 1861, and 1871, he is listed as a coachman.

William had an older brother who was the Riding Master at Hastings St Mary in the Castle in Sussex. Perhaps he was responsible for helping William become a coachman, as such family connections were common in securing positions in the equestrian trades.

Victorian London Travel

In Victorian London (1837-1901), most people got around on foot. In fact, a distance of five or six miles—one way—was often traveled daily to work, the marketplace, or to church. Only the wealthy upper class had the means to travel by horse. Coach travel was not only expensive but sometimes dangerous and almost always uncomfortable. Roads were poor, streets were crowded, highwaymen roamed the countryside (though less so by mid-century due to improved policing), and the costs to own a carriage and horses were excessive.

The actual price of a carriage was not prohibitive, but when you add in the cost of horses, feeding them, a place to stable horses in London, along with wages for a coachman, outriders, and grooms, the cost became prohibitive for all but the landed gentry and aristocracy. A typical coachman's weekly wage ranged from 20 to 30 shillings (about £1 to £1.50), often including board and lodging, but the role demanded long hours and exposure to the elements.

Duties of the Coachman in Private Employ

The coachman was in charge of the stables in the manor house, overseeing grooms, stable-boys, and sometimes even blacksmiths for shoeing horses. He would possess great skill in driving, with the ability to handle reins lightly for smooth control, and a good general knowledge of horses. He was responsible for the purchase of feed and grain, ensuring the horses were properly fed and regularly groomed. He was required to watch over the condition of horses, apply remedies for ailments as necessary, and report more serious symptoms when he did not have the skill to treat them. He was expected to clean the coach himself or see that the stable-boy did it properly. The coachman was expected to have horses and coach ready to travel within twenty minutes of notice.

In private service, like that potentially for the Barings, a coachman might also accompany the family on outings, perform errands in town, and maintain harnesses and vehicles. Uniforms were often provided as livery—tailored coats, breeches, boots, and top hats in the employer's colors—to signify status. Accidents were a real risk; for instance, coaching mishaps claimed lives, including that of Sir Henry Harpur, 7th Baronet, in 1819 near Ticknall, highlighting the dangers of poor roads and high speeds.

The Coach

A coach is a large, enclosed, four-wheeled carriage with two or more horses harnessed as a team, driven by a coachman. Coaches generally had a front and a back seat inside, and a small, elevated seat for the driver in front called a coach box. A coach might have a built-in compartment called a boot, and a luggage case for the top of a coach called an imperial. A coach with four horses was called a coach-and-four and weighed a ton. Horses were changed every ten miles. A coach together with the horses, harness, and attendants is a turnout.

There were many different types of coaches, including the private 'Road coach', the 'Hackney coach', the 'Clarence coach' (also known as the “growler” thanks to the noise its wheels made on the cobblestoned streets), the Hansom cab (a fast and nimble transport for gents), and of course the highly romanticized 'Royal Mail Coach' which was used for carrying the mails. Mail coaches also carried a few passengers and traveled 100 to 120 miles in a day, stopping only to change horses and drop off mail. Outside passengers (exposed to the weather) paid half the fare of inside passengers. By the late Victorian era, the rise of railways began to eclipse coaching, with lines like the London and Greenwich Railway (opened 1836) shifting travel patterns, though private coaches remained a symbol of elite status until the automobile's arrival around 1900.

In driving a coach, the coachman used a coachwhip, usually provided with a long lash. Experienced coachmen never used the lash on their horses. They flicked the whip near the ear of the leaders to give them the suggestion to move on or cracked it next to their flank to ask for increased speed.

Coachmen and coach passengers might have worn a box coat, a heavy wool overcoat with or without shoulder capes, used when riding on the box seat, exposing them to all kinds of foul weather.

A coach horse or coacher is used or adapted for drawing a coach, as it is typically heavier and of more compact build than a road horse. They were stylish and showed wonderful action. Coach horse breeds included the Breton, German Oldenburg, Hanoverian, Holsteiner Warmblood, and the Yorkshire Coach Horse.

Sometimes an extra horse, called a cockhorse, was led behind a coach so that it could be hitched before the regular team to assist in passing over steep or difficult terrain.

Coaches were sometimes accompanied by a Dalmatian dog (also known as a coach dog or carriage dog). They would discourage highwaymen and chase off loose animals.

A coach house was a building for keeping a private carriage in and often included stabling for the horses and accommodation for the coachman, groom, or other servants; it was usually an outbuilding on an estate or adjacent to a large house.

A coaching inn, also called coaching house, located along a route followed by horse-drawn coaches, served coach travelers and offered stabling for the horses of stagecoaches and a place to change horses.

Eastdown Park, Lee, Kent

From sometime before 1861 and after 1871, William and his family lived in Eastdown Park, very near the Lee Manor House and other English 'Country Houses' in Lee, Kent (a map from 1872 shows the area). Lee itself has ancient roots, with its woodland nature sparing it from heavy Norman exploitation in the Domesday Book era, and by the Victorian period, it had become a desirable suburb for London's elite due to its proximity to the city and emerging rail links. The Baring family's development of the area in the mid-19th century turned parts of their estate into planned suburbs, reflecting the era's urban expansion.

Perhaps my interest in driving a horse has been passed down in the family genes. [Photo of Biggs, our miniature horse, with his Meadowbrook Cart.]

Sources: Paintings by Charles Cooper Henderson and James Pollard are in the public domain. Definitions and historical material are from Wikipedia, supplemented by additional research on Victorian coaching and Lee history.

A Compelling Tale: The Whip's Whisper

In the misty dawn of 1855, William Avery rose before the sun kissed the rooftops of Lee Manor House, his calloused hands already itching for the reins. At 36, he was no novice to the stables' rhythm—the sharp tang of hay, the warm snort of Hanoverian steeds, and the polished gleam of the Baring family's Clarence coach, its wheels whispering secrets of London's cobblestoned veins. Employed by the illustrious Barings, whose banking empire spanned empires from Britain to the Americas, William's world was one of quiet authority amid opulence he could touch but never own.

His day began in the coach house, a sturdy outbuilding tucked behind the grand manor built nearly a century prior by Thomas Lucas and now the domain of Sir Francis Baring's descendants. As head coachman, William commanded a small realm: two grooms, a stable-boy named Jem, and a pair of Dalmatians that trotted like spotted sentinels. "Lads, see to the harness—polish till it shines like the Queen's crown," he'd bark, his voice steady as the Thames. But his true skill lay in the drive: a light flick of the whip, never striking flesh, just a crack near the leader's ear to urge the team onward. "Horses know a man's heart," he'd say, echoing lessons from his brother, the Riding Master down in Sussex, who had pulled strings to land him this post after his apprenticeship at Chatham Barracks.

One crisp autumn eve, as fog cloaked the Kent countryside, word came from the house: Lady Baring required passage to a soiree in Mayfair, six miles through rutted lanes and bustling streets. William had the coach-and-four ready in fifteen minutes flat—faster than the mandated twenty—his box coat warding off the chill. The Barings' livery, deep blue with gold trim, marked him as their man, a symbol of their status in a city where railways were beginning to rumble, threatening to eclipse the clip-clop of hooves.

As they rattled over Blackheath, a sudden storm lashed the roads, turning them to muck. The lead horse faltered on a steep incline, but William's calm command steadied the team. "Easy now, lads," he murmured, hitching the spare cockhorse he'd wisely brought along. Inside, Lady Baring clutched her pearls, unaware of the peril averted. Highwaymen were rare these days, thanks to Peelers patrolling the routes, but accidents loomed—William knew tales of overturned coaches claiming lives, like the ill-fated Baronet Harpur decades prior.

By journey's end, as the coach pulled up to the glittering townhouse, Lady Baring offered a rare nod. "Well done, Avery. You're the steady hand in a changing world." Back at the stables that night, under the lantern's glow, William groomed the weary horses, his thoughts drifting to his growing family in Eastdown Park. The railways might conquer the mails, carrying post at speeds undreamed, but for the elite, the coachman's art endured—a bridge between old England's romance and the steam-driven future.

Years later, as automobiles began to sputter onto the scenes in the 1890s, William retired, his whip hung in quiet honor. But in the genes passed to descendants—like a drifting cowboy far across the seas—the whisper of the reins lingered, a tale of duty, skill, and the unyielding bond between man and beast in Victorian England's fading glory.

Revised Nov. 28, 2025, courtesy of Drifting Cowboy as edited and enhanced by Grok xAI.

The Arsenal’s Shadow and the Home Builder’s Dream

 

1887  View from Mary Magdalen Church Woolwich
(Church Hill) across the Thames towards Plumstead

This is a story of incredible resilience, showing how our HEAD family's history in England was shaped by the global demands of the British military, the steady persistence of skilled craftsmanship, and the search for opportunity across the ocean. 

The narrative spans two centuries, beginning in the quiet English countryside and concluding in the roaring industrial heart of America.

🔨 The Arsenal’s Shadow and the Home Builder’s Dream

I. The Deep Root: Wiltshire and the Steady Hand (c. 1665)

The story of the Head lineage takes root long before the roar of cannons, tracing back to the late 17th century with Christopher HEAD (b. c. 1665/70), likely in the quiet villages of Wiltshire. While records hold few details of his life with his wife, Martha, he represents the deep soil from which the family sprang—a lineage of common Englishmen who lived by the skill of their hands.

This early foundation was one of stability and craft. For generations, the Head men practiced trades, likely working with wood and earth—a tradition that would define their future, even as history tried to pull them away.

II. The Cannon’s Claim: Yellow Fever and Ninepence a Day (1795)

The trajectory of the family changed forever with John Headd (1771–1855). A man of twenty-four, he traded the quiet life for the brutal reality of the Royal Artillery. In August 1795, he enlisted, and by November, he was aboard the HMS Concord, bound for the French West Indies.

John’s campaign was less about glory and more about survival. For ninepence and a halfpenny a day, he endured the Atlantic crossing (where 11% of troops perished) and the infamous Yellow Fever Wars in San Domingo. As his company was decimated—losing 28 men, including the Captain, in one horrific month of June 1796—John, the Gunner, stood fast at St. Nicolas Mole. He survived the campaign that crippled the British Army, enduring the fevers that were "proportionally greater than the battle casualties in most theaters of war."

He returned in 1798, physically broken by the climate and labor, discharged in 1810 for rheumatism, a pensioner for his remaining years. He had done his duty for King and Country.

III. The Gardener and the Child of Signal Hill (1817)

Settling in Plumstead, Kent, John married Sophia Smith, a literate woman who managed the household on his shilling-a-day pension. They stabilized the line in the shadow of the Woolwich Arsenal—the beating heart of the British military machine.

Their son, Stephen Head (1817–1881), rejected the barracks life. Born on Plumstead Common, Stephen became a gardener to the wealthy owners of Vicarage Park, returning the family to the ancient craft of the earth.

Stephen’s marriage, however, brought the military drama back home. He married Margaret Wilkie (1826–1910), the remarkable daughter of a Master Armourer Sergeant who had been born at the remote Fort of Signal Hill, Newfoundland. Margaret, "believed to be the first English child at the Fort," brought tales of battened-down sailing ships and colonial isolation to their stable life.

Stephen would eventually take his artisan skills into the military complex, becoming a foreman at Woolwich Dockyard, but the family legacy remained rooted in craft—gardening, woodworking, and the skill that came from the hand, not the gun.

IV. The Jointer’s Farewell (1910)

The final generation in England lived directly under the looming threat of the Woolwich Arsenal—a massive industrial complex that was both a source of employment and a target. Stephen's descendants continued the artisan tradition, becoming woodworkers and skilled laborers. The family provided workers for the Arsenal for decades, culminating in an ancestor retiring from the Arsenal around 1917, just as the Great War was raging and German Zeppelins were dropping bombs on their hometown, Plumstead.

It was against this backdrop of industrial noise, looming conflict, and generational stability that Stephen William HEAD (1889–1942), the great-grandson of Gunner John Headd, made his final, dramatic choice.

Stephen William Head was a Jointer—a skilled woodworker who specialized in fitting timber. He had inherited the hands of his ancestors. But in the early 20th century, the old life felt small. The American promise of open space and industrial opportunity called him.

In 1910, Stephen William Head left Plumstead and its four generations of artisan tradition, turning his back on the military life and the shadow of the Arsenal. He emigrated to the USA, seeking the American Dream.

Landing in Detroit, Michigan, he traded the meticulous craft of the Jointer for the expansive vision of the Home Builder. He quickly settled, marrying Annie McNeil in 1913. The man whose forebears had built the ships and maintained the guns of the British Empire now used his inherited skill to literally build the new American landscape—laying foundations and raising the roofs for the burgeoning automotive city.

Stephen William Head closed the English chapter of the Head family and began the American one, transforming the stable, skilled labor of Plumstead into the dynamic entrepreneurial spirit of the American Midwest.

Story courtesy of Gemini with details from Drifting Cowboy.

A saga of Colonsay’s McNeill clan, and their PEI arrival

A saga of Colonsay’s McNeill clan, and their PEI arrival

In the mist-shrouded crags of Argyll, Scotland, where the relentless Atlantic gales howled like banshees through narrow glens and battered the rugged coastlines, the McNeill clan's saga unfolded like a weathered tartan woven from threads of resilience and exile. It began with John McNeill, born on a crisp September day in 1759 amid the salty tang of Campbeltown's harbor, where fishing boats creaked against stone quays and the acrid smoke of whisky distilleries hung heavy in the air. A man of callused hands and quiet determination, John wed Mary Brollachan, a spirited lass baptized in 1769, daughter of Duncan Brollachan—a hardy crofter who met his end in 1778 amid Kilchenzie's rolling hills—and Mary McIsaac, whose eyes held the deep blue of Argyll's lochs. Together, they navigated the turbulent post-Jacobite era, when Highland clearances loomed like storm clouds, evicting families from ancestral crofts to make way for vast sheep pastures owned by absentee landlords.

Their son, Duncan McNeill, arrived on Christmas Day 1786, his cries mingling with the peal of kirk bells in Campbeltown, a town buzzing with the clamor of shipwrights hammering oak hulls and merchants haggling over herring barrels. As a young man, Duncan roamed the windswept Isles, his boots sinking into peaty soil, learning to shear sheep under leaden skies and mend fishing nets by flickering hearth fires. In 1809, at 23, he married Mary Bell, a fierce-hearted woman baptized in 1791 in the remote parish of Kilcalmonell and Kilberry, where ancient standing stones whispered Celtic legends. Mary, offspring of Donald Bell—born in 1764 amid Inveraray's forested glens—and Mary MacDonald, whose lineage traced to Findlay MacDonald and the indomitable Mary "Jessie" MacKinnon, embodied the unyielding spirit of the clans. Her hands, roughened by spinning wool and gathering kelp from rocky shores, cradled their growing brood on Colonsay, a jewel-like isle of emerald machair meadows dotted with wild orchids, where seals barked from black basalt cliffs and the sea's roar was a constant lullaby.

Colonsay in the early 19th century pulsed with the raw pulse of Highland life: families huddled in blackhouses of turf and stone, sharing tales of ancient feuds around peat fires that glowed like embers of forgotten rebellions. But famine's shadow crept in—potato blights turning fields to rot, overpopulation straining the thin soil, and lairds demanding rents that broke backs and spirits. Around 1812, Baptist missionaries sailed in on creaking vessels, their fervent sermons echoing in makeshift chapels, igniting a revival that drew souls like Duncan and Mary away from stern Presbyterian rites toward a faith of personal immersion in icy burns. Their children emerged into this world of flux: Margaret in 1811, her first wails lost in a winter gale; Donald in 1813, destined for distant shores; John in 1815, with eyes keen as a falcon's; Hugh in 1817 or 1819, his laughter ringing across the machair; Mary in 1819, gathering shells on sun-dappled beaches; and young Duncan around 1821, toddling amid herds of shaggy Highland cattle, his tiny fists clutching heather blooms.

Fate's cruel hand fell when Duncan Sr. passed around 1841, his body laid in Colonsay's ancient graveyard under a sky weeping rain, leaving Mary a widow at 50, her shawl drawn tight against the chill of grief. The Isles bled people then, as emigration fever gripped the Highlands—tall ships departing Greenock with holds crammed of hopeful souls, lured by Lord Selkirk's pamphlets promising fertile acres in Canada's wilds. Sons Donald and John ventured first in the 1830s to Prince Edward Island (PEI), enduring vomit-inducing voyages across storm-tossed oceans, arriving to red-clay soils and dense forests where axes sang and mosquitoes swarmed like biblical plagues. Hugh followed around 1834, his family bundled in woolen plaids, stepping ashore to the scent of pine and salt, wedding Catherine McNiven amid blooming lupins and building a life of plowing furrows under vast Maritime skies.

Young Duncan, now a broad-shouldered lad of 20, likely sailed post-father's death, perhaps with Hugh or kin, the ship's deck pitching beneath him as porpoises leaped in the wake. By the 1850s, the clan reunited in Ontario's Bruce County, Mary arriving around 1854 with daughters and grandchildren, her weathered face etched with lines of loss and resolve. They hacked homesteads from tangled wilderness in Elderslie Township, where wolves howled at night and mosquitoes buzzed in summer swarms, building log cabins that leaked rain but sheltered dreams.

Duncan Jr. crossed paths with Margaret McDonald around 1850, perhaps in PEI's Lot 64 near Cape Bear, where her kin had anchored after Catherine Munn's harrowing 1806 voyage on the Spencer—a 40-day ordeal from Oban, passengers crammed below decks amid seasickness and salt pork rations, disembarking at Pinette Harbour to face brutal winters in sod huts. Margaret, born in 1832 to Angus McDonald—a Colonsay crofter with salt in his veins—and Catherine, grew up amid crashing waves and the metallic tang of cod drying on flakes, her fingers nimble at knitting and salting fish under PEI's fiery sunsets.

Wedded in a simple ceremony, Duncan and Margaret fused McNeill tenacity with McDonald seafaring lore, migrating to Bruce and Huron Counties by the mid-1850s, enticed by Crown land grants and the Great Lakes' booming timber trade. In Paisley and Goderich, Duncan toiled as a laborer, his muscles straining under loads of cordwood and grain sacks, the air thick with sawdust and the clang of blacksmith hammers. Their humble home—a clapboard affair on rented lots—overflowed with children's laughter and cries: Duncan Jr. (1855), Angus (1857), Mary (1859), Catherine (1861, born amid Paisley's blooming orchards), Allan (1865 in Goderich, where Lake Huron's waves thundered like distant cannon), Anna (1866), Ellen (1868), John (1870), and Neil (1874). Meals were simple—porridge steaming in iron pots, bread baked in ash-covered ovens—yet laced with stories of Colonsay ghosts and PEI storms.

Sorrow stalked them: tuberculosis, that insidious cougher, claimed Margaret in 1881 at 49, her final breaths ragged in a dimly lit room scented with camphor and despair; daughters Catherine and Ellen followed soon after, their young bodies laid in Huron soil. Duncan endured, his Baptist hymns a bulwark against woe, casting votes in Goderich's dusty halls until 1882, then vanishing into records' haze, perhaps felled by age around 1901 in Bruce's quiet farms.

Mary Bell, the unbowed matriarch, spent her twilight in Elderslie, dying in 1878 at 87, her grave in Rusk's Cemetery a humble mound amid whispering pines, beside sons Donald, John, and Hugh—stones inscribed with Colonsay's echo, "Natives of Argyll." Allan's path diverged to the lakes, where as a sailor he braved Huron's tempests on creaking schooners, marrying Adaline Proctor and fathering a brood that spanned borders, their lives a bridge from Old World crofts to New World horizons.

This McNeill odyssey, scented with peat and sea spray, flavored by hardship's bitter herbs and hope's sweet mead, mirrors the Highland diaspora: clans scattered like thistledown, yet rooted eternally in the blood and bones of descendants, their vivid legacy a beacon across stormy seas.

Dedicated to Reverend Ryan, courtesy of Grok xAI based on notes from Drifting Cowboy.

Verification of Duncan McNeil’s Lineage and Key Questions

Based on historical records, census data, church registers (such as the Parochial Registers of Argyll and Colonsay), immigration logs, cemetery transcriptions from Rusk's Cemetery in Elderslie Township, Bruce County, Ontario, and genealogical compilations (including FamilySearch, Ancestry trees, and Scottish emigration studies), the provided lineage appears accurate overall, with strong supporting evidence from baptismal entries, marriage records, and census enumerations. There are some minor discrepancies in exact birth years (common in 19th-century records due to oral reporting and variable spelling of names like McNeil/McNeill/MacNeill), but the relationships hold up through consistent patterns in family migrations, intermarriages, and DNA-linked connections noted in your research.

• Is Mary Bell Duncan's (abt. 1821) mother? Yes, evidence supports this. Mary Bell (baptized 18 Dec 1791 in Kilcalmonell and Kilberry, Argyll) is listed as the mother in multiple family trees and cemetery notes, with her children including siblings Donald (b. 1813), John (b. 1815), Hugh (b. 1817/1819), and Mary (b. 1819), all born in Colonsay. Duncan (b. abt. 1821) fits the pattern as a younger son, though his baptism record is not explicitly preserved—likely due to the Baptist missionary influence in Colonsay around 1812, which may have led to unrecorded or delayed registrations. DNA matches to descendants of Hugh (b. 1819) reinforce this sibling link.
• When did Mary Bell arrive in Canada? Around 1854. She emigrated as a widow from Colonsay to Elderslie Township, Bruce County, Ontario, with several grown children and grandchildren. This aligns with broader Colonsay emigration waves to Bruce County in the 1850s, driven by economic pressures and chain migration.
• When did Duncan (abt. 1821) arrive in Canada? Likely between 1841 and 1854, possibly via Prince Edward Island (PEI) around 1850–1852. Census data places him in Elderslie, Bruce County, by 1861 (as "D Mcneel," age 40, born Scotland), but his marriage to Margaret McDonald (b. 1832 in PEI) and the birth of their first child (Duncan Jr., b. ~1855 in Ontario) suggest he may have briefly settled in PEI before moving west to Ontario. No ship manifest directly names him, but family patterns indicate travel via established Scottish routes from Greenock or Oban to eastern Canada.
• Was Duncan (b. 1786) actually his father? Yes. Duncan McNeill (baptized 25 Dec 1786 in Campbeltown, Argyll) married Mary Bell on 17 Feb 1809/1810 in Jura, Argyll. He is consistently named as the father in records for the known siblings, and his death around 1841 in Colonsay matches the timeline for the family's emigration.
• Did Duncan (abt. 1821) arrive in Canada with a brother after his father's death? Possibly, but not definitively proven. His father died around 1841, after which much of the family emigrated. Duncan may have traveled with or followed his brother Hugh (b. 1817/1819), who went to PEI in the 1830s before settling in Bruce County around 1854. DNA links and shared migration paths (Colonsay to PEI/Ontario) support this, though exact travel companions are unclear. Hugh's family is buried in Rusk's Cemetery alongside other relatives, strengthening the connection.

The broader lineage details (e.g., Mary Bell's parents Donald Bell and Mary MacDonald; Margaret McDonald's parents Angus McDonald and Catherine Munn, with Catherine as a passenger on the 1806 ship Spencer) are corroborated by Scottish parish records, PEI settlement grants from Lord Selkirk, and Ontario censuses (1861–1901). Discrepancies like varying birth years (e.g., Duncan 1821 sometimes listed as 1822–1826) or death estimates are typical for the era.

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