I. ISAAC SNYDER, son of Elijah M. Horton and Pamela Ogden (_Elijah_, _Richard_, _John_, _David_, _Joseph I._), born at the mouth of Fishing Creek, Columbia County, Pa., 20 June, 1792; came to Bradford County with his father when he was but three weeks old; "was pushed up the Susquehanna River," as he says, "in a canoe." He was married in Sheshequin, Pa., 13 June, 1813, by Samuel Gore, Esq., to HANNAH ELLIOTT, daughter of John Elliott and Elizabeth Snyder, and born near the City of Hudson, N. Y., 2d of August, 1792. Elizabeth Snyder was a daughter of William Snyder, of Claverack, Columbia, New York. Isaac S. Horton died 9 January, 1874; his widow, now (1875) 83 years old, retains her mental faculties remarkably well; she is a fine old Christian lady and much esteemed. Children all born in Sheshequin: 1. Sylvester, born 28 April, 1814; married Abigail Cooley. 2. Emily, born 16 Oct., 1815; married Reuben Young. 3. John Elliott, born April, 1817; married Zippora Bidlack. 4. Joseph, born 2 Dec., 1818; married Anasthasia Stephenson. 5. Lydia, born 9 April, 1820; married Joseph Vought. 6. Elijah, born 25 Dec., 1821; married Eliza Hines. 7. George, born 22 Dec., 1823; married Emily Billings. 8. Elizabeth, born 11 Oct., 1825; married Dr. W. C. Ransom. 9. James, born 11 Dec., 1827; married, 1. Theresa Towner, 2. Mary Collins, 3. Mary Purcell. 10. Snyder, born 22 Dec., 1830; married Helen Hayden. 11. Hannah, born 11 Oct., 1832; married Barnabas Horton White. 12. Pamela, born 6 June, 1836; died 14 Jan., 1837. 13. Isaac Rufus, born 30 Nov., 1837; married Tabitha Maria De Money. Isaac S. Horton was a farmer, and occasionally a hunter, "frequently taking his rifle," as he says, and going into the woods not far from his house, he would knock down a deer or two and return home by breakfast time. One morning in June, some forty years ago, he took his gun and went out into the woods, about half a mile from his house, when a fine buck appeared before him and down he went. While reloading his gun he heard a wolf howl, and going a little further he brought him down also. On returning to the place where he shot the buck, behold, a huge panther had taken possession of the buck, and was regaling himself by licking up the blood and preparing to feast upon the carcass. He stood still for some minutes, looking at the panther, thinking it rather cruel to kill him before he had a chance to take his fill of his much coveted food. But at length the panther saw him and showed signs of fight, and he then put a ball through his brain. On going home for his team, he found he had been gone only a little over an hour.