Alney McLean was the first Muhlenberg County surveyor and he drew the plans, laying out Greenville as a town that same year. In 1805 Mr. McLean began a law practice in Greenville, In later years while serving in the Kentucky State Legislature, he secured the incorporation of the town and Greenville was chartered as a city by the state in 1812.

Those early pioneers while busy clearing land and building homes, did not forget their obli- gations to their children and their country. In the beginning those who could afford the tuition sent their children to Danville and Lexington to be educated. In 1810 the Greenville Academy was established.

Ephraim McLean Brank of Greenville was born August 1, 1790. Growing up Ephraim Brank must have known of the many talents of Alney McLean. In 1815, he would become the hero of the Battle of New Orleans while serving as a Lieutenant in a company of the Kentucky Detached Militia commanded by this surveyor turned lawyer and now Captain Alney McLean.

The effect produced by Ephraim M. Brank upon the British Army that January 8, 1815 reflects a coolness and a daring that is graphically described by one of the British officers who faced him in that battle. He quotes: “We marched in solid column in a direct line, upon the American defenses. I belonged to the staff; and as we advanced we watched through our glasses the position of the enemy, with that intensity an officer only feels when marching into the jaws of death. It was a strange sight, that breastwork, with a crowd of being behind, their heads only visible above the line of defense. We could distinctly see their long rifles lying on the works, and the batteries in our front, with their great mouths gaping toward us. We could also see the position of General Jackson, with his staff around him. But what attracted our attention most, was the figure of a tall man standing on the breastwork. He was dressed in linsey-woolsey, with buckskin leggings, and a broad-brimmed felt hat that fell around his face, almost concealing the features. He was standing in one of those picturesque, graceful attitudes peculiar to those natural men dwelling in forests. The body rested on the left leg, and swayed with a curved line upward. The right arm was extended, the hand grasping the rifle near the muzzle, the butt of which rested near the toe of his right foot. With the left hand he raised the rim of the hat from his eyes, and seemed gazing intently on our advancing column. The cannon of the enemy had opened on us, and tore through our works with dreadful slaughter; but we continued to advance, unwavering and cool, as if nothing threatened our progress.”

"The roar of cannon had no effect upon the figure before us; he seemed fixed and motionless as a statue. At last he moved, threw back his hat rim over the crown with his left hand, raised the rifle to the shoulder, and took aim at our group.”

"Our eyes were riveted upon him: at whom had he leveled his piece? But the distance was so great, that we looked at each other and smiled. We saw the rifle flash and very rightly conjectured that his aim was in the direction of our party. My right companion, as noble a fellow as ever rode at the head of a regiment, fell from his saddle.”

"The hunter paused a few moments without moving his gun from his shoulder. Then he reloaded and assumed his former attitude, throwing his hat rim over his eyes and again holding it up with the left hand, he fixed his piercing gaze upon us as if hunting out another victim. Once more the hat rim was thrown back and the gun raised to his shoulder. This time we did not smile, but cast glances at each other to see which of us must die.”

"When again the rifle flashed, another one of our party dropped to the earth. There was something most awful in this marching on to certain death. The cannon and thousands of musket balls playing upon our ranks, we cared not for, for there was a chance of escaping them. Most of us had walked as coolly upon batteries more destructive without quallings, but to know that every time that rifle was leveled toward us, and its bullet sprang from the barrel, one of us must surely fall; to see it rest motionless as if poised on a rock and to know, when the hammer came down, that the messenger of death drove unerringly to its goal, to know this, and still march on was awful. I could see nothing but the tall figure standing on the breastworks; he seemed to grow, phantom-like, higher and higher, assuming through the smoke, the supernatural appearance of some great spirit of death. Again did he reload and discharge, and reload and discharge his rifle, with the same unfailing aim and the same unfailing result; and it was with indescribable pleasure that I beheld, as we neared the American lines, the sulfurous cloud gathering around us, and shutting that spectral hunter from our gaze.”

"We lost the battle; and to my mind, the Kentucky rifleman contributed more to our defeat than anything else; for while he remained in our sight our attention was drawn from our duties; and when at last he became enshrouded in the smoke, the work was complete; we were in utter confusion and unable, in the extremity, to restore order sufficient to make any successful attack. The battle was lost". (Letter from an unknown British officer re-printed from Robert McNutt McElroys "Kentucky In The Nation's History").

It is through the courage and determination of brave pioneers such as Ephraim Brank, William Campbell, Alney McLean, William Russell and others, that history is made and remembered. Thus began the history of Greenville.

Today the pride and hard work displayed by the pioneer families who settled the community is evident in its present day families. A high value is placed upon education and appreciation of family and friends.