It's a beautiful sunny day in the late 1700's.  The sky is a clear medium blue.  There are all different sizes of white marshmallow-looking clouds scattered about, with no hints of gray among the white.  There are no storms in sight on this particular day.  The wind is stirring the leaves on the trees and green brush ever so slightly.

Suddenly there is a distant roar that becomes louder and louder.  Birds nestled in the trees burst forth in flight, and small little creatures scamper into the thicket.  The roar is extremely loud now, and a cloud of dust can be seen in the far off distance.  The roar is finally discernible.  It's the pounding of hooves.

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"Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam…"   Did you know that Ohio was once home to hundreds of buffalo?  Ohio's first state road was The Old Port Washington Road, designated as such on February 6, 1832.  This road was one of three popular trails the buffalo followed before Indians and American settlers entered the area.  They chose this path in search of food and fresh water, avoiding the hills and staying on the flatter outskirts of the forests and valleys.  Many parts of the trail are now covered with grass and modern-day highways, but part of the Great Trail followed Route 39 from Mansfield to Millersburg and on towards Baltic and Port Washington, Ohio, near the shores of the Tuscarawas River.

It is part of this road, Route 39, that also leads us into the community of Dover, Ohio.

Ernest was born in the village of Dover, Ohio on October 30, 1885.  His parents, of Swiss descent, were poor and lived on a farm.  As Ernest grew her helped with the chores and was probably fascinated with the iron horse that could take you to other cities.  One day, while resting from one of his chores of bringing the cows home from pasture, he found an old battered pocket knife laying in the dust.  He picked it up and started whittling, as his playful mind created what was to be his future destiny.  Ernest admitted it was finding that knife that launched him on to his future career of becoming Dover's - and perhaps the nation's - master carver!

As Warther grew into a fine, young man of 14 years, it was Abraham Lincoln who inspired him the most, and like Abe, he desired to work alone at achieving his success.

Ernest was 27 when he began the love of his life of carving.  His accomplishments in carving are outstanding.  The Smithsonian appraised it as "a priceless work of art."  Henry Morgan was known to say, "he is truly an American genius.  Mr. Warther's accomplishments are gratifying examples