Old Settler Gone

we learn by the Pontiac Jacksonian of the death of Capt. Archibald Phillips, of Waterford, aged 57 years. Twenty-seven years ago this month, he went from Detroit by the way of Mount Clements, Utica, Pontiac to Waterford, eight miles from Pontiac, on the Clinton River, there then being no other route that could be travelled to reach his destination. He there pitched his tent. Here among the savages of this wild region, for at that time there were no white settlers, he commenced the first beginning a new settlement. Having erected his cabin he commenced life in this new and then unsettled country. As the land became more and more settled, and the emigrants came into this region pressing onward to the Flint, his cabin was the resting place of many a traveller. He soon commences the business of Inn-keeping and after erecting suitable buildings for the same to accommodate the increasing immigration, he was known for a number of years for his hospitality to many an emigrant who fonned repose and comfort. He came to this country with a firm and vigorous constitution, and having passed through the trials and difficulties incident to a new settlement, and the hardships to be endured in clearing the forest, his constitution was undermined, which no doubt hastened his death. He was universally known as a kind husband, good neighbor and valued friend. He was a useful citizen enjoying the confidence of the community and his country, and has gone down to the tomb respected and regretted.