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On Greenbriar, perhaps, about a mile from some fort was one Bingerman, his
wife, her father, and a young man. the Indians got into the house and one of
them was endeavoring to tomahawk her father, an old man that lay in the bed
down stairs. Every time he went to strike, Mrs. Bingerman would catch his
arm, so that he coudnit effect his purpose; till at last, Bingerman brought
him a blow, which killed him, with his shoehammer. The Indians would have him
all up on their soullders, sometimes. He scuffled and fought with them until
he had killed seven. The young man staid up stairs all the time of the fight.
Mrs. Bingaman was shot through about the nipple of the right breast and out
on the same side of the back. Mamma saw a silk handkerchief drawn throuh her
several times to cleanse the wounds. She lived, and was a great hearty
woman.
The last of the seven, that was killed, had started, with 2 or 3 others that
had gone off; but when they got onto a pine hill in full view, about 300 yards
off, this one showed his posterior side and Bingaman fired and killed him.
After the war closed, Washington made a tour to Western Virginia to see his
lands, Returning, he called on Captain Joe Logston, on Difficult Creek, Hardy
County. In the morning, when about to start, Washington asked him what he was
to pay.. this had like to have insulted Logston; but he got on his horse and
rode 30 or 35 miles with Washington to Colonel Abrahma Hiteis within five
miles of Moorefield. Washington commended him afterwards as a brave man.
Logston afterwards lived in the edge of the Barren and was riding along near
the Lick one day, when two Indians fired on him. The one creased his horse so
that he fell. The other took him across the breastbone which in him projected
remarkably - on each side, and just deep enough to graze the skin on the
hollow between. Logston fired and short the little one. The other then made
up to him and after deperate struggle, he succeeded in drawing the blade of
the Indians knife throught the hand in shich he was just getting it, and
running it into him. He now loosed his hold. The little Indian, whose back
was broke, stood balancing against a tree and was trying to get an
opportunity to shoot.
Longston had a great struggle and was glad to make his way off.
When they came out the next day, they found the little Indain had stabbed
himself.
David Allington was one of us, under David Tiverbaugh to Tygertis Valley, in
1781. His sister was Nancy Allington, that was taken by the Indians and
married and had three children by one. She later ran away and came home.
The Indian came twice after her, and then went and made a threat to kill her,
for not coming. Some Indian was afterwards killed out upon Licking which was
thought to be one of them.
Jimmy Youngis wife was taken at the same time Nancy Allington was taken.
These Cutwrights had a station on Stover where Honbackis Mill is. Philip
Hammond was in the defeated camps on Flat Creek. He, his wife, and their
little child, were in the Company. They had undressed and lain down. He
sprang, snatched up the child and his gun, and his wife followed after.
His money was safe in a belt that was round him. He was moving to this part of
the country.
His pension papers were destroyed, when the Capitol was burned in the late
war.
I waggoned at Bullitis Lick for 6 or 7 years after I came out with my family.
I live in Mercer, KY. Waggoned at the Lickis every fall till I got a load of
salt. Sometimes they would give me two bushels for going out 3 miles in the
night, for one load of woods. I gave $2. down there, and would get $4.00 a
bushel up here.
One Casey that worked about Bullitis Lick was caught by the Indians and tied
and whipped on top of the knob, right in sight of the Licks. The first or
second night, he got away, without being taken over the river. Tullis, an
apprentice to the gun-smithing business, to my cousin Bob Shanklin between
Bullitis and Mannis Licks, was taken a little before night, passing from one
place to another. It got dark and they passed through a thicket of spice
bushes, some being before, and some behind. I just dropped down beside the
path till those behind had gotten by, then krept off through the bushes. They
presently missed him, and he heard them howl and whistle round. but got in
safe that night.
Two miles from Grantis Station toward Paris, was a widow and 6 children. The
Indains came and knocked. One of the children went to open the door but he
mother forbid till they should know who it was. They then began to tomahowk
the door. The boys shot through the port holes and killed two Indians. It
was a double log house, and two of the chilren had gone to bed in the other
part of the house. In it there was a parcel of two. The Indians set the
house on fire and their room which filled with smoke so that they awoke and
cried down that they couldit stay therer. The family then knew that the house
was a-fire. Part went out one door and part went out another. The old woman
was killed crossing the fence. One of the girls was taken prisoner, but
being too closely pursued, was tomahawked on the way. Nearly all the Indians
were killed. A snow had fallen and they were easy to track.
A little before this, they took a whole team of horses, of a Fisher. One
Goodnight, got back about this time. He had been taken to Martinis and
Riddleis Station. Saw an Indian taking his horse. Ran after him and hallowed
for them to come on as if there were a great many with him till he made so
much noise they got frightened and left the horse go.
In the spring of 1793 sixty of us went in through the wilderness choosing
Captiain Blueford as our leader. We went to the Crab-Orchard. The night
before, they had been out form the fort and buried thirteen in one grave.
McFarlan who was coming to see Enock Smith, a surveyor at Mt. Sterling, was
along. He killed two Inians and a white man that was with them. A wonded
man was carried in on a blanket between two horses. Another man that had no
gun, snatched up a little girl, and carried her till night and then hid her in
a hollow log, telling her to stay there till he came again. He wandered all
night and in the morning found himself coming by the same hollow log. He then
took out the child and carried her along till he found his way to the road
and then went to the Crab-Orchard.
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