Chronicles of border warfare : $b or, A history of the settlement by the whites, of north-western Virginia, and of the Indian wars and massacres, in that section of the stateWithers, Alexander Scott
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Chronicles of border warfare : $b or, A history of the settlement by the whites, of north-western Virginia, and of the Indian wars and massacres, in that section of the state
Withers, Alexander Scott
Indians of North America -- Wars -- 1750-1815; Ohio River Valley -- History -- To 1795; West Virginia -- History -- To 1950
Of the whites in the house, one only was killed and four were wounded;
and seven or eight children in the yard, were killed or taken
prisoners. One Indian was killed, and two badly wounded. Had Reece
engaged sooner in the conflict, the other two who had entered the
house, would no doubt have been likewise killed; but being a quaker,
he looked on, without participating in the conflict, until his
daughter was wounded. Having then to contend singly, with superior
prowess, he was indebted for the preservation of his life, to the
assistance of those whom he refused to aid in pressing need.
On the eleventh of April, some Indians visited the house of Wm.
Morgan, at the Dunkard bottom of Cheat river. They there killed a
young man by the name of Brain, Mrs. Morgan, (the mother of
William) and her grand daughter, and Mrs. Dillon and her two
children; and took Mrs. Morgan (the wife) and her child prisoners.
When, on their way home, they came near to Pricket's fort, they bound
Mrs. Morgan to a bush, and went in quest of a horse for her to
ride, leaving her child with her. She succeeded in untying with
her teeth, the bands which confined her, and wandered the balance of
that day and part of the next before she came in sight of the fort.
Here she was kindly treated and in a few days sent home. Some men
going out from Pricket's fort some short time after, found at the
spot where Mrs. Morgan had [176] been left by the Indians, a fine
mare stabbed to the heart.--Exasperated at the escape of Mrs.
Morgan, they had no doubt vented their rage on the animal which they
had destined to bear her weight.
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