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SAMUEL S. FORMAN</span></p> + + +<p class="centerpad">WITH A MEMOIR AND ILLUSTRATIVE NOTES</p> + +<p class="centerpad"><span class="vsmlfont">BY</span><br /> +<span class="lrgfont">LYMAN C. DRAPER</span></p> + + +<p class="centerpad"><span class="smlfont">CINCINNATI</span><br /> +ROBERT CLARKE & CO.<br /> +<span class="smlfont">1888</span></p> +</div> + + +<p class="centerpadboth">————<br /> +<span class="xsmlfont">COPYRIGHT.</span><br /> +————</p> + + + +<p class="padtop"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>3]</a></span></p> + +<h2>PREFATORY NOTE.</h2> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">I</span> ACKNOWLEDGE my indebtedness to a friend of the +Forman family for calling my attention to the interesting +narrative of Major Samuel S. Forman’s early +journey down the Ohio and Mississippi, and for aiding +me in securing a copy for publication. The manuscript +of this monograph, as now presented, has been submitted +to friends and kindred of Major Forman, who knew him +long and well, and they have accorded it their warm +approval.</p> + +<p>With their kind approbation, I feel encouraged to offer +this little contribution to western historical literature to +an enlightened public.</p> + +<p class="sig">L. C. D.</p> + +<p class="address">Madison, Wis.</p> + + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4"><!-- blank page --></a></span></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>5]</a></span></p> + +<h2><span class="smlfont">MEMOIR</span><br /> +<span class="xsmlfont">OF</span><br /> +MAJOR SAMUEL S. FORMAN.</h2> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">E</span>VERY addition to our stock of information touching +early western history and adventure, and of the pioneer +customs and habits of a hundred years ago, deserves +a kindly reception. The following narrative of a journey +down the Ohio and Mississippi, in 1789-90, was not reduced +to writing till 1849, after a lapse of sixty years; +but an unusually fine memory enabled Major Forman to +relate such incidents of his trip as left a lasting impression +upon him, alike with interest and general accuracy. +A sketch of the writer will give us a better insight into +his trustworthiness and character.</p> + +<p>Major Forman, the third son of Samuel and Helena +Denise Forman, was born at Middletown Point, Monmouth +county, New Jersey, July 21, 1765. He was too young +to participate in the Revolutionary war, during the stirring +period of 1776 to 1780, in New Jersey; but his elder +brothers, Jonathan and Denise, were prominent and +active throughout the great struggle. Major Forman +has recorded some incidents of the war that occurred in +his region of New Jersey, and within his own knowledge, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>6]</a></span> +worthy of preservation as interesting scraps of Revolutionary +history. At one time, a cousin of his, Tunis +Forman, about seventeen years of age, met two Tory +robbers, and after one had fired at him and missed, he, +getting the advantage of them in the adjustment of his +gun, forced them to throw down their weapons, when he +marched them several miles before him, and lodged them +in jail at Freehold. For this brave act, young Forman +received a large reward.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> +This incident, occurring in May, 1780, is related in Barber and +Howe’s <i>New Jersey Historical Collection</i>, 345-6. <a href="#FNanchor_1_1">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p>During the period while Major Henry Lee and his famous +Light Dragoons were serving in New Jersey, intelligence +came of the marauding operations of a band of +Tory robbers, located in the extensive pine woods toward +Barnegat, in Monmouth county, whose head-quarters were +at a secret cave in that region. Lee dispatched a select +party of fearless men, who approached the dangerous +region in a farmer’s wagon, concealed under a covering +of straw. Fagans, the robber leader, with some followers, +stopped the wagon to plunder it, when the concealed +dragoons immediately put a ball through Fagans’s head, +and with his fall his associates fled. Fagans’s body was +conveyed to Barkalow’s woods, the usual place of execution +for such culprits, and there exposed on a gibbet till +the flesh dropped from the bones.</p> + +<p>Mr. Forman mentions that his father, Samuel Forman, +did not escape a visit from the Tories and British. At +one time, they made a descent upon the village of Middletown +Point. There was a mill at this place, which was +well known and much resorted to for a great distance; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>7]</a></span> +and some of these Tory invaders had been employed in +the erection of this mill, and were personally well known +to the citizens, and it would appear that their object was, +at least, to capture Samuel Forman, if not to kill him. +They plundered the houses of the settlement, destroying +what they could not carry off, boasting that they had +aided in building the mill, and now assisted in kindling +the fire in the bolting box to burn it down. They had +surprised the guard placed for the protection of the +place, killing several of their number, who had been their +schoolmates in former years. Samuel Forman eluded +their vigilance, but lost heavily by this invasion, for he +owned almost all of one side of Middletown Point, and +part of both sides of Main street. He never applied to +Congress for any remuneration for his losses. He died in +1792, in his seventy-eighth year. In this foray, the enemy +burned two store-houses of Mr. John H. Burrows, robbed +his house, and took him prisoner to New York. After +several months, he was exchanged, and returned home.</p> + +<p>My brother, Denise Forman, entered the service when +he was about sixteen years old. He was in the battle of +Germantown—in which engagement eighteen of the Forman +connection took part—where the Americans were +badly used, on account of the British having some light +artillery in a large stone house. Our army had to retreat; +when that took place, Lieutenant Schenck, under +whom brother Denise served, took Denise’s gun, and +told him to take fast hold of his coat, and cling to it during +the retreat. General David Forman conducted himself +so well, that General Washington tendered his aid in +securing a command in the Continental army; but General +Forman declined the offer, as he believed he +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>8]</a></span> +could be more serviceable to remain with the militia in +Monmouth county, New Jersey, as they were continually +harassed there by the enemy from Staten Island and New +York.</p> + +<p>After this, Denise Forman engaged under a Captain +Tyler, who had charge of a few gun-boats that coasted +along the Jersey shore, to annoy and oppose the enemy. +When the British fleet lay at anchor near Sandy Hook, +Captain Tyler went, in the night, and surprised a large +sloop at anchor among the men-of-war. Tyler’s party +boarded the sloop, secured the sailors, weighed anchor, +and got her out from the fleet, and took her up Middletown +creek, all without any fighting. The whole enterprise +was conducted with so much judgment, that the +sailor prisoners dared not speak or give the least sign of +alarm. “When we first touched the sloop,” said Denise +Forman, “I felt for a moment a little streaked, but it was +soon over, and then we worked fearlessly to get the +vessel under weigh, without alarming the fleet.” These +gun-boats were all propelled by muffled oars, that dipped +in and out of the water so as to make no noise; nor did +any of the men speak above their breath. On the gunwale +of the boat, a strip of heavy canvas was nailed, the +inner edge having been left unfastened, under which were +concealed their swords, guns, and other implements for +use in a combat, and so placed that each man could, at +an instant’s notice, lay his hand upon his own weapon. +Even in port, the men belonging to Tyler’s party were +not allowed to talk or speak to other people, as a matter +of precaution; and the captain always spoke in an undertone, +and if a man laid down an oar, it was always done +as noiselessly as possible.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>9]</a></span> +At one time, fifteen hundred British and Tories landed +on Middletown shore, and marched from six to ten miles +back into the country. A beacon, placed on a conspicuous +hill, was fired for the purpose of giving an alarm; +and soon the militia of the country, understanding the +notice, gathered, and opposed the enemy. In Pleasant +Valley they checked their advance. Uncle John Schenck +and brother Denise so closely cornered a British or Tory +officer of this party in a barn-yard, that he jumped from +his horse, took to his heels and escaped, leaving his horse +behind him.</p> + +<p>Major Burrows<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> happened to be at home at that time, +on a visit to his family. Some of the Americans dressed +themselves in British red coats, which had been captured. +The Rev. Mr. DuBois, who, like a good patriot, had +turned out on this occasion, with his fowling-piece, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>10]</a></span> +when Major Burrows rode near by, eked out in British +uniform; Mr. DuBois spoke to Captain Schenck, his +brother-in-law, “Look, there is a good shot,” and, suiting +the action to the word, took deliberate aim. Captain +Schenck, better understanding the situation, quickly +knocked up the clergyman’s gun, with the explanation—“Don’t +shoot; that’s Major Burrows.” Mr. DuBois +supposed he was aiming at a British officer, within point +blank shot, who was endeavoring to rejoin his fellows.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> +Major John Burrows was first a captain in Colonel David Forman’s +regiment. Forman had the nick-name of “Black David,” +to distinguish him from a relative of the same name, and he was +always a terror to the Tories; and Captain Burrows, from his efficiency +against these marauders, was called by those enemies of +the country, “Black David’s Devil.” January 1, 1777, Captain +Burrows was made a captain in Spencer’s regiment on Continental +establishment; and, January 22, 1779, he was promoted to the +rank of major, serving in Sullivan’s campaign against the hostile +Six Nations, and remaining in the army till the close of the war. +Several years after, he went on a journey to the interior of +Georgia, in an unhealthy season, when he probably sickened and +died, for he was never heard of afterward.</p> + +<p>Major Burrows left an interesting journal of Sullivan’s campaign, +which appears in the splendid volume on that campaign +issued by the State of New York, in 1887. The original MS. +journal is preserved by his grand-daughter, Mrs. Elizabeth +Breese Stevens, of Sconondoa, Oneida county, New York. <a href="#FNanchor_2_2">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p>Denise Forman’s next move was to enlist with Captain +Philip Freneau, the well-known poet, who sailed from +Philadelphia in a letter of marque, the <i>Aurora</i>, against +British commerce on the high seas. While not long out, +sailing toward the West Indies, Freneau and his adventurous +vessel were captured by their enemies, sent to +New York, and all incarcerated on board of the <i>Scorpion</i>, +one of the prison ships floating in New York harbor and +Wallabout Bay, its unhappy prisoners experiencing +almost untold horrors. Captain Freneau, at least, was +subsequently transferred to what he denominated “the +loathesome <i>Hunter</i>.” These prison ships attained an +unenviable reputation for maltreating and half-starving +their hapless and ill-fated victims, hundreds of whom +died in consequence of their inhuman treatment. This +sad experience became the subject of one of Freneau’s +subsequent poems, emanating from the depths of his embittered +soul recollections. Brother Denise used to relate +to me, after his return home, that, when on the +prison ship, he had to shut his eyes whenever he ate the +sea-biscuit or drank the water assigned him, so full were +they of vermin! Freneau, in his poem, thus alludes to +the fare with which the poor prisoners were treated:</p> + +<div class="cpoem28"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>11]</a></span> +<span class="i0">“See, captain, see! what rotten bones we pick.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What kills the healthy can not cure the sick.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not dogs on <em>such</em> by Christian men are fed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And see, good master, see that lousy bread!”<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Your meat or bread,” this man of flint replied,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">“Is not my care to manage or provide;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But this, damn’d rebel dogs, I’d have you know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That better than you merit we bestow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out of my sight!” No more he deigned to say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But whisk’d about, and, frowning, strode away.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + +<p>When the survivors were exchanged, after their long +imprisonment, they were so weak and emaciated that +they could scarcely walk—perfect living skeletons; and +my brother, after his return home, was confined to his +bed, and for several days nearly all hope of his recovery +was abandoned; but he at length providentially +recovered. Denise Forman received a captain’s commission +when a war was threatened with France, in 1798, +and when the army was disbanded, he settled on a farm +in Freehold, where he spent the remainder of his days.</p> + +<p>About 1790, Captain Freneau married my sister +Eleanor. He was a prominent Anti-Federalist in his +day, and edited various Democratic papers at different +places, and was for a time translating clerk in the State +Department. While he was able to translate the French +documents, he found it cost him more than he received +to get those in other foreign languages properly translated, +and after a while he resigned. He had in early +life been a college-mate with James Madison, at Princeton, +and has been aptly called the “patriot poet” of the +Revolution, his effusions having been useful to the cause +of the country during its great struggle for independence. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>12]</a></span> +He lost his life in a violent snow-storm, in December, 1832, +in his eighty-first year, near Monmouth, New Jersey.</p> + +<p>While attending grammar-school, the latter part of the +Revolutionary war, at Freehold, young Forman records: +The hottest part of the battle of Monmouth was about +this spot, where my brother-in-law, Major Burrows, lived +after he left the army, and with whom I and some +fellow-students boarded. Our path to the school-house +crossed a grave where a remarkably tall British officer +was buried. We opened the grave; a few pieces only of +blanket, which encompassed the corpse, remained. One +school-mate, Barnes Smock, was a very tall person, but +the thigh bones of this unfortunate officer far outmeasured +his. I believe this was the only engagement +when the two opposing armies had recourse to the +bayonet,<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> and this was the place of that charge. The +battle took place on the Sabbath. A British cannon ball +went through Rev. Dr. Woodhull’s church. Dr. Woodhull +was now one of my teachers. The two armies lay +upon their arms all night after the battle. General +Washington and General La Fayette slept in their cloaks +under an apple-tree in Mr. Henry Perrine’s orchard. It +was Washington’s intention to have renewed the battle +the next day, but the British, in the course of the night, +stole a march as fast as they could for their fleet at +Sandy Hook.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> +This is an error. Bayonet charges were resorted to by Morgan +at the Cowpens, and in other engagements. <a href="#FNanchor_3_3">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p>In the spring of 1783, when peace was dawning, many +of the old citizens of New York City, who had been exiled +from their homes for some seven years, began to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>13]</a></span> +return to their abandoned domiciles, even before the British +evacuation. Among them was Major Benjamin Ledyard, +who had married my oldest sister. In September of that +year, at the instance of my sister Ledyard, I went to +New York as a member of her family. Every day I saw +the British soldiers. Indeed, a young lieutenant boarded +a short time in our family, as many families received the +British officers as an act of courtesy.</p> + +<p>Even before the British evacuation, the American officers +were permitted to cross over into the city, and frequently +came, visiting the coffee-houses and other places +of public resort. Here they would meet British officers, +and some of them evinced a strong inclination to make +disturbance with their late competitors, throwing out +hints or casting reflections well calculated to provoke +personal combats. There was a Captain Stakes, of the +American Light Dragoons, a fine, large, well-built man, +who had no fear about him. It was said, when he entered +the coffee-house, that the British officers exercised +a wholesome caution how they treated him, after some of +them had made a feint in testing his powers. But it all +happily passed over without harm.</p> + +<p>It was finally agreed between General Washington and +Sir Guy Carleton that New York should be evacuated +November 25th. In the morning of that day, the British +army paraded in the Bowery. The Americans also +paraded, and marched down till they came very close to +each other, so that the officers of both armies held +friendly parleys. The streets were crowded with people +on an occasion so interesting. I hurried by the redcoats +till I reached the Americans, where I knew I would +be safe. So I sauntered about among the officer. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>14]</a></span> +Presently, an American officer seized me by the hand, when, +I looking up at him, he said, encouragingly: “Don’t be +afraid, Sammy. I know your brother Jonathan. He is +an officer in the same line with me, and my name is +Cumming.”<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> He continued to hold me by the hand till +orders were given to advance. He advised me to keep +on the sidewalk, as I might get run over in the street.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> +This was John N. Cumming, who rose from a lieutenant to +be lieutenant-colonel, commanding the Third New Jersey Regiment, +serving the entire war. <a href="#FNanchor_4_4">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p>The British steadily marched in the direction of their +vessels, while the Americans advanced down Queen (since +Pearl) street; the British embarking on board their fleet +on East river, I believe, near Whitehall, and the Americans +headed directly to Fort George, on the point where +the Battery now is. Stockades were around the fort, +and the large gate was opened. When the British evacuated +the fort, they unreefed the halyards of the tall flag-staff, +greased the pole, so that it was some time before +the American flag was hoisted. At length, a young soldier<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> +succeeded in climbing the pole, properly arranged +the halyards, when up ran the striped and star-spangled +banner, amid the deafening shouts of the multitude, that +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>15]</a></span> +seemed to shake the city. It is easier to imagine than +to describe the rejoicing, and the brilliancy of the fireworks +that evening.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> +The editor, while at Saratoga Springs, in 1838, took occasion +to visit the venerable Anthony Glean, who resided in the town +of Saratoga, and who was reputed to be the person who climbed +the greased flag-staff at the evacuation of New York, and who +himself claimed to have performed that feat. He was then a +well-to-do farmer, enjoying a pension for his revolutionary services, +and lived two or three years later, till he had reached the +age of well-nigh ninety. The newspapers of that period often +referred to him as the hero of the flag-staff exploit, and no one +called it in question. <a href="#FNanchor_5_5">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p>After the evacuation, Mr. Forman witnessed the affectionate +and affecting parting of Washington and his +officers, when he entered a barge at Whitehall wharf, +manned by sea captains in white frocks, who rowed him +to the Jersey shore, to take the stage for Philadelphia, +on his way to Congress. Mr. Forman also saw General +Washington while presiding over the convention of 1787, +to form a Constitution for the new Republic. The general +was attired in citizen’s dress—blue coat, cocked hat, +hair in queue, crossed and powdered. He walked alone +to the State House, the place of meeting, and seemed +pressed down in thought. A few moments before General +Washington took his seat on the rostrum, the venerable +Dr. Franklin, one of the Pennsylvania delegates, +was brought in by a posse of men in his sedan, and +helped into the hall, he being severely afflicted with palsy +or paralysis at the time. On the adoption of the Constitution, +a great celebration was held in New York to commemorate +the event, which Mr. Forman also witnessed. +A large procession was formed, composed of men of all +avocations in life, and each represented by some insignia of +his own trade or profession, marching through the streets +with banners, flags, and stirring music. A full-rigged +vessel, called “The Federal Ship Hamilton,” was drawn +in the procession, and located in Bowling Green, where +it remained until it fell to pieces by age.</p> + +<p>After spending some years as a clerk in mercantile +establishments in New York City, and once going as +supercargo to dispose of a load of flour to Charleston, he +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>16]</a></span> +engaged in merchandising at Middletown Point, New +Jersey. Mr. Forman subsequently made the journey +down the Ohio and Mississippi, in 1789-’90, as given in +considerable detail in the narrative which follows. +While spending the winter of 1792-’93 in Philadelphia, +he witnessed the inauguration of Washington as President, +at the beginning of his second term of office, and +was within six feet of him when he took the oath of +office. “I cast my eyes over the vast crowd,” says +Major Forman, “and every eye seemed riveted on the +great chief. On Washington’s right sat Chief-Justice +Cushing, and on his left Senator Langdon, of New +Hampshire. After sitting a little while in profound +silence, the senator arose, and asked the President if +he was ready to take the oath of office. General Washington +rose up, having a paper in his left hand, when he +made a very short address. Then Judge Cushing stood +up, with a large open Bible before him, facing the +President, who laid his hand upon the sacred volume, and +very deliberately and distinctly repeated the oath of +office as pronounced by the chief-justice. When Washington +repeated his own name, as he did at the conclusion +of the ceremony, it made my blood run cold. +The whole proceedings were performed with great +solemnity. General Washington was dressed in deep +mourning, for, it was said, a favorite nephew who had +lived at Mount Vernon during the Revolutionary war. +He wore his mourning sword. Mrs. Washington was +about the middling stature, and pretty fleshy.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Forman now entered into the employ of the Holland +Land Company, through their agents, Theophilus Cazenove +and John Lincklaen, to found a settlement in the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>17]</a></span> +back part of the State of New York, where that company +had purchased a large body of land. He accordingly +headed a party, in conjunction with Mr. +Lincklaen, for this purpose, conveying a load of merchandise +to the point of operations, passing in batteaus +up the Mohawk to old Fort Schuyler, now Utica, beyond +which it was necessary to open up a road for the +teams and loads of goods; lodging in the woods when +necessary, living on raw pork and bread, which was better +than the bill of fare at the well-known tavern in that +region, kept by John Dennie, the half Indian—“no +bread, no meat;” and one of Dennie’s descendants indignantly +resented being referred to as an Indian—“Me +no Indian; only Frenchman and squaw!” At length, +May 8, 1793, the party arrived on the beautiful body of +water, since known as Cazenovia Lake, and founded the +village of Cazenovia, where Mr. Forman engaged in +felling trees, and erecting the necessary houses in which +to live and do business, and in this rising settlement he +engaged in merchandising for several years. He held +many public positions of honor and trust; was county +clerk, secretary for over thirty years of a turnpike +company; served as major in a regiment of militia early +organized at Cazenovia.</p> + +<p>The latter years of his life he spent in Syracuse, +where he was greatly respected for his worth, his fine +conversational powers, his social and generous feelings. +He lived to the great age of over ninety-seven years, +dying August 16, 1862. His closing years were embittered +over the distracted condition of his country, +embroiled in fratricidal war, and his prayer was that the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>18]</a></span> +proud flag which he witnessed when it was placed over +the ramparts of Fort George, November 25, 1783, +might again wave its ample folds over a firmly united +American Confederacy. His patriotic prayer was answered, +though he did not himself live to witness it.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>19]</a></span></p> + +<h2><span class="smlfont">NARRATIVE OF A JOURNEY</span><br /> +DOWN THE OHIO AND MISSISSIPPI,<br /> +<span class="vsmlfont">1789-’90.</span></h2> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">G</span>ENERAL DAVID FORMAN,<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> of New Jersey, +entered into a negotiation with the Spanish minister, +Don Diego de Gardoque, for his brother, Ezekiel +Forman, of Philadelphia, to emigrate with his family and +sixty odd colored people, and settle in the Natchez +country, then under Spanish authority.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> +General Forman was born near Englishtown, Monmouth +Co., New Jersey. He was, during the Revolutionary war, a terror +to the tories of his region, and as brigadier-general commanded +the Jersey troops at the battle of Germantown. No less +than eighteen of the Forman connection were in his brigade in +this engagement. He was subsequently a county judge, and +member of the council of state. He died about 1812. <a href="#FNanchor_6_6">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p>I agreed with General Forman to accompany the emigrating +party; and, about the last of November, 1789, +having closed up my little business at Middletown Point, +New Jersey, I set out from the general’s residence, in +Freehold, with Captain Benajah Osmun, an old continental +captain, who was at that time the faithful overseer +of the general’s blacks. There were sixty men, women, +and children, and they were the best set of blacks I +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>20]</a></span> +ever saw together. I knew the most of them, and all +were well-behaved, except two rather ill-tempered fellows. +General Forman purchased some more, who had intermarried +with his own, so as not to separate families. +They were all well fed and well clothed.</p> + +<p>We had, I believe, four teams of four horses each, +and one two-horse wagon, all covered with tow-cloth, +while Captain Osmun and I rode on horseback. After +the distressing scene of taking leave—for the general’s +family and blacks were almost all in tears—we sat out upon +our long journey. The first night we camped on the plains +near Cranberry, having accomplished only about twelve +or fifteen miles. The captain and I had a bed put under +one of the wagons; the sides of the wagon had +tenter-hooks, and curtains made to hook up to them, +with loops to peg the bottom to the ground. The colored +people mostly slept in their wagons. In the night +a heavy rain fell, when the captain and I fared badly. +The ground was level, and the water, unable to run off, +gave us a good soaking. I had on a new pair of handsome +buckskin small clothes; the rain spoiled their +beauty, and the wetting and subsequent shrinkage rendered +them very uncomfortable to wear.</p> + +<p>The next morning we commenced our journey as early +as possible. We drove to Princeton, where we tarried +awhile, and all were made comfortable. We crossed the +Delaware five miles above Trenton. On arriving at +Lancaster, in Pennsylvania, the authorities stopped us, as +we somewhat expected they would do. General Forman +had furnished me with all the necessary papers relating to +the transportation of slaves through New Jersey and Pennsylvania. +While Judge Hubley was examining the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>21]</a></span> +papers, the servant women informed me that the females +of the city came out of their houses and inquired of +them whether they could spin, knit, sew, and do housework, +and whether they were willing to go to the South; +so, if the authorities stopped us, they could all soon +have new homes. But our colored women laughed at the +Lancaster ladies, who seemed mortified when they +learned that we could not be detained.</p> + +<p>In Westmoreland county we had a little trouble with +a drunken justice of the peace and some free blacks. +These free blacks, as we learned from a faithful old colored +woman, furnished the two ill-tempered blacks of our +party with old swords and pistols, but nothing serious +grew out of it.</p> + +<p>The weather began to grow very cold, the roads bad, +and traveling tedious. We encamped one night in the +woods, kindled a fire, and turned the tails of the wagons +all inward, thus forming a circle around the fire. +Another night we came to a vacant cabin without a +floor; we made a large fire, and all who chose took their +bedding and slept in the cabin, some remaining in the +wagons. The captain and I had our beds spread before +the fire.</p> + +<p>One Saturday evening, we were apprehensive of being +obliged to encamp again in the woods. I went ahead, +hoping to find night quarters. I rode up to a log +house and went in; it was growing dark, and I began to +ask the landlord to accommodate us for the night, addressing +myself to a tall, lean man. Before I got through +with my inquiry, he caught me up in his arms, as if I +were merely a small child, and exclaimed: “Mighty +souls! if this is not little Sammy Forman,” and, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>22]</a></span> +hugging and kissing me, added, “Why, don’t you remember +Charley Morgan? Yes, you can have any thing I +have, and we will do the best we can for you.” This was +somewhere in the Alleghany mountains, and here we remained +till Monday, buying wheat, and sending it to +mill, and converting a fat steer into meat, so that we +were well provided for, for awhile. This Charley Morgan +entered the regular service as a corporal in my +brother Jonathan’s company, when he was a captain, +and raised his company in the vicinity of Middletown +Point, New Jersey. He could ape the simpleton very +well, and was sent as a spy into the British army, and +returned safe with the desired information. I was surprised +to meet him in this far-off mountain region.</p> + +<p>Somewhere about Fort Littleton or Fort Loudon, our +funds ran out. When we left General Forman, he told +me that Uncle Ezekiel Forman would leave Philadelphia +with his family, and overtake us in time to supply our +wants. But he did not start as soon as he expected, +and on his way in the mountains the top of his carriage +got broken by a leaning tree, which somewhat detained +him, so that we arrived at Pittsburg two or three days +before him.</p> + +<p>One morning, while in the neighborhood of Fort Littleton +or Fort Loudon, I offered to sell my horse to the landlord +where we took breakfast; he kept a store as well +as a tavern, and was wealthy. The price of the horse +I put very low, when the landlord asked why I offered +him so cheap. I informed him that I was out of funds, +and had expected that Ezekiel Forman, who owned the colored +people, would have overtaken us before our means +became exhausted. He replied: “I know your uncle, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>23]</a></span> +and I will lend you as much money as you need, and take +your order on him, as he will stop here on his way. +Now, step with me to the store.” Pointing to the large +piles of silver dollars on the counter in the store, he +said: “Step up and help yourself to as much as you +want, and give me your order.” This was an unexpected +favor. When uncle arrived, he satisfied the order.</p> + +<p>It had taken us near three weeks to journey from +Monmouth to Pittsburg. After our arrival at this place, +our first business was to find situations for our numerous +family, while awaiting the rise of the Ohio, and to lay in +provisions for our long river voyage. Colonel Turnbull, +late of Philadelphia, and an acquaintance of uncle, politely +offered him the use of a vacant house and store-room, +exactly such apartments as were wanted. The +colored people were all comfortably housed also.</p> + +<p>The horses and wagons were sold at a great sacrifice—uncle +retaining only his handsome coach horses and carriage, +which he took to Natchez on a tobacco boat, which +Captain Osmun commanded, and on board of which the +colored field hands were conveyed. These boats were +flat-bottomed, and boarded over the top, and appeared +like floating houses. Uncle’s boat was a seventy feet +keel-boat, decked over, with a cabin for lodging purposes, +but too low to stand up erect. The beds and bedding +lay on the floor, and the insides lined with plank to prevent +the Indians from penetrating through with their +balls, should they attack us. We had a large quantity +of dry goods, and a few were opened and bartered in +payment for boats and provisions.</p> + +<p>On board of the keel-boat, uncle and family found +comfortable quarters. Mr. and Mrs. Forman, Augusta, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>24]</a></span> +Margaret, and Frances, aged about nine, eleven, and +thirteen, and David Forman and Miss Betsey Church, +the latter housekeeper and companion for Aunt Forman, +an excellent woman, who had lived in the family +several years, and occasionally took the head of the +table. I and five or six others, two mechanics, and +about eight or ten house servants, were also occupants of +this boat.</p> + +<p>The family received much polite attention while in +Pittsburg. By the time we got prepared for our departure, +the Ohio river rose. We tarried there about a +month. Both boats were armed with rifles, pistols, etc. +It being in Indian war time, all boats descending that +long river, of about eleven hundred miles, were liable to +be attacked every hour by a merciless foe, oftentimes +led on by renegade whites.</p> + +<p>Uncle fixed on a certain Sabbath, as was the custom in +those days, to embark on ship-board. On that day, the +polite and hospitable Colonel Turnbull, then a widower, +gave uncle an elegant dinner, and invited several gentlemen +to grace the occasion with their presence. After +dinner, which was not prolonged, we embarked on board +our little squadron. Colonel Wm. Wyckoff, and his +brother-in-law, Kenneth Scudder, of Monmouth county, +New Jersey, accompanied us on our voyage. The colonel +had been, seven years previous to this, an Indian trader, +and was now on his way to Nashville, Tennessee.</p> + +<p>Uncle Forman’s keel-boat, Captain Osmun’s flat-boat, +and Colonel Wyckoff’s small keel-boat constituted our +little fleet. The day of our departure was remarkably +pleasant. Our number altogether must have reached very +nearly a hundred. The dinner party accompanied us to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>25]</a></span> +our boats, and the wharf was covered with citizens. The +river was very high, and the current rapid. It was on +the Monongahela where we embarked.</p> + +<p>Our keel-boat took the lead. These boats are guided +by oars, seldom used, except the steering oar, or when +passing islands, as the current goes about six or seven +miles an hour. As the waters were now high, the current +was perhaps eight or nine miles an hour. Before +day-break next morning we made a narrow escape from +destruction, from our ignorance of river navigation. We +had an anchor and cable attached to our keel-boat. The +cable was made fast to small posts over the forecastle, +where were fenders all around the little deck. When it +began to grow dark, the anchor was thrown over, in +hopes of holding us fast till morning, while the other +boats were to tie up to trees along the river bank.</p> + +<p>As soon as the anchor fastened itself in the river bottom, +the boat gave a little lurch or side motion, when the +cable tore away all the frame-work around the deck, +causing a great alarm. Several little black children +were on deck at the time, and as it had now become quite +dark, it could not be ascertained, in the excitement of the +moment, whether any of them had been thrown into the +water. Fortunately none were missing. During our +confusion, Captain Osmun’s boat passed ours, a few minutes +after the accident, and we soon passed him, he hailing +us, saying that he was entangled in the top of a large +tree, which had caved into the river, and requested the +small row-boat to assist him. Uncle Forman immediately +dispatched the two mechanics, with the small boat, +to his assistance. Osmun got clear of the tree without +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>26]</a></span> +injury, and the two mechanics rowed hard, almost all +night, before they overtook him. Mrs. Forman and +daughters braved out our trying situation very firmly.</p> + +<p>After we lost our anchor, Uncle Forman took a chair, +and seated himself on the forecastle, like a pilot, and I +took the helm. He kept watch, notifying me when to +change the direction of the boat. When he cried out to +me, “port your helm,” it was to keep straight in the +middle of the stream; if to bear to the left, he would cry +out, “starboard;” if to the right, “larboard.” I was not +able to manage the helm alone, and had a man with me +to assist in pulling as directed. Uncle Forman and I +were the only ones of our party who understood sailor’s +terms. Ours was a perilous situation till we landed at +Wheeling; it was the most distressing night I ever experienced.</p> + +<p>The next morning, all our boats landed at Wheeling, +Virginia, rated at ninety-six miles from Pittsburg. Here +we obtained a large steering oar for the keel-boat, as the +strong current kept the rudder from acting, without the +application of great strength. Having adjusted matters, +we set out again. We seldom ventured to land on our +journey, for fear of lurking Indians.</p> + +<p>One day, we discovered large flocks of wild turkeys +flying about in the woods on shore. The blacksmith, who +was a fine, active young man, asked Uncle Forman to +set him on shore, and give him a chance to kill some of +them. The little boat was manned, and taking his rifle +and a favorite dog, he soon landed. But he had not been +long on shore, before he ran back to the river’s bank, +and made signs for the boat to come and take him on +board. When safely among his friends, he said that he +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>27]</a></span> +came to a large fire, and, from appearances, he supposed +a party of Indians was not far off. He, however, lost +his fine dog, for he dared not call him.</p> + +<p>We landed and stopped at Marietta, at the mouth of +the Muskingum, where was a United States garrison. +Some of the officers were acquainted with the family. +It was a very agreeable occurrence to meet with old acquaintances +in such a dreary place. The young ladies +were good singers, and entertained the officers awhile +with their vocal music. This night, we felt secure in +sleeping away the fatigues of the journey. Governor +St. Clair had his family here. There were a few other +families, also; but all protected by the troops. I believe +there was no other settlement<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> until we arrived at Fort +Washington, now Cincinnati, some three hundred miles +below Marietta.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> +Mr. Forman forgot to mention Limestone, now Maysville, +Kentucky, some sixty miles above Cincinnati, an older settlement +by some four years than Marietta or Cincinnati. Perhaps +it was passed in the night, and unobserved. And Columbia, too, +at the mouth of the Little Miami, about six miles above Cincinnati, +and a few months its senior in settlement. <a href="#FNanchor_7_7">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p>A few hundred yards above Fort Washington, we +landed our boats, when Uncle Forman, Colonel Wyckoff, +and I went on shore, and walked up to head-quarters, to +pay our respects to General Harmar, the commander of +our troops in the North-western Territory. The general +received us with much politeness. As we were about +taking leave of him, he kindly invited us to remain and +take a family dinner with him, observing to Uncle, that we +should have the opportunity of testing the deliciousness of +what he may never have partaken before—the haunch of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>28]</a></span> +a fine buffalo. It being near dining hour, the invitation +was, of course, accepted. As the general and lady were +acquainted with Uncle and Aunt Forman in Philadelphia, +they very politely extended their kindness by asking that +Uncle, Aunt, and their family, together with Colonel +Wyckoff and Brother-in-law Scudder and Captain Osmun, +would spend the next day with them, which was accepted +with great pleasure. General Harmar directed where to +move our little fleet, so that all should be safe under +military guard. We then returned to our boats, and +conveyed them down to the appointed place.</p> + +<p>The next morning, after breakfast, and after attending +to our toilets, we repaired to General Harmar’s head-quarters, +where we were all received most cordially. +Our company consisted of Mr. and Mrs. Forman, their +three daughters, and Master David Forman, Miss Church, +Captain Osmun, S. S. Forman, Colonel Wyckoff, and Mr. +Scudder—eleven in all.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Forman and Mrs. Harmar resembled each other +as much as though they were sisters. The general invited +some of his officers to share his hospitalities, also, +and we had a most sumptuous dinner and tea. Before it +was quite dark, we took leave of our hospitable friends. +I had the honor of a seat at the table next to the general. +While at dinner, the officer of the day called on +General Harmar for the countersign, so as to place out +the sentinels. Captain Kirby,<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> of the army, who dined +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>29]</a></span> +with us, was directed by the general to accompany us on +our return to our boats. Just before we came to the +sentinel, Captain Kirby asked us to halt, until he could +advance and give the countersign, which is done with +much prudence. I sauntered along, and happened to +hear the challenge by the guard, and the reply of the +captain. The countersign was, I believe, “Forman.”</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> +Neither the <i>Dictionary of the Army</i>, the <i>MS. Harmar Papers</i>, +nor the <i>Journal of Major Denny</i>, who was then an aide to General +Harmar, make any mention of a Captain Kirby. It is probable, +that William Kersey was the officer referred to. He served in +New Jersey during the Revolution, rising from a private to a +captaincy by brevet at the close of the war. At this period, +early in 1790, he was a lieutenant. Probably, by courtesy of his +rank and title in the Revolution, he was called captain. He attained +that rank the following year; major, in 1794; and died, +March 21, 1800. <a href="#FNanchor_8_8">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p>In the morning, Captain Osmun said to me, that, +after paying our respects to General Harmar, he wanted +me to accompany him to the quarters of the other officers, +as he probably knew all of them; that they were +old continental officers retained in service, and he added: +“They all know your brother, Colonel Jonathan Forman,<a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> +of the Revolution, and will be glad to see you +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>30]</a></span> +on his account.” We, accordingly, after our interview +with General Harmar, went to their quarters. They +recollected Captain Osmun, and he introduced me, when +they welcomed me most cordially, and made many inquiries +after my brother.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_9_9" id="Footnote_9_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> +Jonathan Forman was born October 16, 1755; was educated +at Princeton College, where he was a fellow-student with James +Madison, and entering the army in 1776 served as captain for +five years, during which he participated in Sullivan’s campaign +against the hostile Six Nations; and, promoted to the rank of +major in 1781, he served under La Fayette in Virginia; and early +in 1783 he was made a lieutenant-colonel, and continued in the +army till the end of the war. He headed a regiment against +the whisky insurgents of West Pennsylvania in 1794, and two +years later he removed to Cazenovia, N. Y., where he filled the +position of supervisor, member of the legislature and brigadier-general +in the militia. He married Miss Mary Ledyard, of New +London, Conn., who “went over her shoe tops in blood,” in the +barn where the wounded lay, the morning after Arnold’s descent +on New London and Fort Griswold, on Groton Heights, where +her uncle, Colonel William Ledyard, was killed in cold blood +after his surrender. General Forman died at Cazenovia, May +25, 1809, in his sixty-fourth year, and his remains repose in the +beautiful cemetery at that place. <a href="#FNanchor_9_9">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p>I think it was in the autumn of 1790 that General +Harmar was defeated by the Indians, and most of these +brave officers were killed. At that period officers wore +three-cornered hats, and by that means nearly all of +them were singled out and killed, as they could be so +easily distinguished from others.</p> + +<p>Some distance above Fort Washington, the Scioto +river empties into the Ohio. Near this river was a +cave, which the whites had not discovered till after +Harmar’s defeat. Here the Indians would sally out +against boats ascending the Ohio. A canoe passed us +the day before we passed the Scioto, which had been +fired into at that point, one man having been shot +through the shoulder, another through the calf of the +leg, while the third escaped unhurt. When these poor +fellows arrived at Fort Washington, they waited for us. +After our arrival, understanding that we were going to +tarry a day, they set off. Harmar’s defeat caused +a French settlement near the Scioto to be broken up;<a name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> +some of them were killed by the Indians.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_10_10" id="Footnote_10_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> +The Gallipolis settlement was much annoyed by the Indians; +some of the poor French settlers were killed, others +abandoned the place, but the settlement was maintained, despite +all their trials and sufferings. <a href="#FNanchor_10_10">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>31]</a></span> +I must mention an anecdote about my friend, Captain +Osmun. At the battle of Long Island, and capture of +New York by the British, many American prisoners +were taken, Captain Osmun among them. He pretended +to be a little acquainted with the profession of physic, +but he never studied it, and could bleed, draw teeth, +etc. A German officer had a very sick child, the case +baffling the skill of all the English and German physicians, +and the child’s recovery was given up as hopeless. +At last it was suggested to call in the rebel doctor. +So Osmun was sent for. He suppressed as well +as he could his half-comical, half-quizzical expression, +and assumed a serious look; felt of the child’s pulse, +and merely said he would prepare some pills and call +again. He accordingly did so, giving the necessary directions, +and promised to call at the proper time to +learn the effect. When he called the third time the +child had grown much better, and finally recovered. +He said that all he did for the little sufferer was to +administer a little powder-post, mixed up with rye-bread, +made into little pills. He said he knew they +could do no harm, if they did no good, and regarded +himself as only an instrument in the hands of the Almighty +in saving the child’s life. The father of the +child gave him almost a handful of guineas. Prior to +this occurrence he had, while a prisoner, suffered for the +necessaries of life, but thenceforward he was able to procure +needful comforts till his exchange.</p> + +<p>The next morning, after our entertainment by +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>32]</a></span> +General Harmar and lady, we renewed our journey, floating +rapidly down the Belle Riviere. Nothing of moment +occurred till our arrival at Louisville, at the Falls of +the Ohio. The weather now grew so severely cold, in +the latter part of January, 1790, that the river became +blocked with ice. Here we laid up, disembarked, and +took a house in the village, the front part of which was +furnished for a store, which exactly suited us, and +which was gratuitously offered to Uncle Forman by a +Mr. Rhea, of Tennessee. We were remarkably fortunate +in this respect, both here and at Pittsburg.</p> + +<p>Here I opened a store from our stock of goods, and +took tobacco in payment, which was the object in bringing +the merchandise. Louisville then contained about +sixty dwelling-houses. Directly opposite was Fort Jefferson,<a name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> +which was, I believe, only a captain’s command. +At the Great Miami was Judge Symmes’s settlement,<a name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>33]</a></span> +which dragged heavily along at that time, having been +allowed only a sergeant’s command for its protection.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_11_11" id="Footnote_11_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> +This is evidently an error of memory; it was known as Fort +Steuben, located where Jeffersonville now is. <a href="#FNanchor_11_11">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_12_12" id="Footnote_12_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> +Trivial circumstances sometimes change the fate of nations, +and so it would seem they do of cities also. North Bend might +have become the great commercial metropolis of the Miami +country, instead of Cincinnati, but for an affair of the heart, if +we may credit the tradition preserved by Judge Burnet in his +<i>Notes on the North-western Territory</i>. Ensign Francis Luce had +been detailed, with a small force, for the protection of the North +Bend settlement, and to locate a suitable site for a block-house. +While the ensign was keenly but very leisurely on the lookout +for a proper location, he made a discovery far more interesting +to him—a beautiful black-eyed lady, the wife of one of the settlers. +Luce became infatuated with her charms, and her husband, +seeing the danger to which he was exposed if he remained +where he was, resolved at once to remove to Cincinnati.</p> + +<p>The gallant ensign was equal to the unexpected emergency, +for he now began to discover what he had not discovered before, +that North Bend was not, after all, so desirable a locality +for the contemplated block-house as Cincinnati, and forthwith +apprised Judge Symmes of these views, who strenuously opposed +the movement. But the judge’s arguments were not so +effective as the sparkling eyes of the fair dulcinea then at Cincinnati. +And so Luce and his military force were transplanted +in double-quick time to Cincinnati; and where the troops were +the settlers congregated for their protection and safety. And so, +the Queen City of the West followed the fortunes of this unnamed +forest queen, who so completely beguiled the impressible +ensign.</p> + +<p>In this case there was no ten years’ war, as in the case of the +beautiful Spartan dame, which ended in the destruction of Troy; +but, by Luce’s infatuation and removal, North Bend was as much +fated as though the combined Indians of the North-west had +blotted it out of existence. Soon after this portentious removal, +Luce, on May 1, 1790, resigned from the army—whether on account +of his fair charmer, history fails to tell us. This romantic +story has been doubted by some, but Judge Burnet was an early +settler of Cincinnati, and had good opportunities to get at the +facts; and when I met the judge, fully forty years ago, he +seemed not the man likely to indulge in romancing. That General +Harmar, in forwarding Luce’s resignation to the War Office, +seemed particularly anxious that it should be accepted, would +seem to imply that, for this intrigue, or some other cause, the +general was desirous of ridding the service of him. <a href="#FNanchor_12_12">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p>Besides Symmes’, there was no other settlement between +Cincinnati and Louisville, except that of a French gentleman +named Lacassangue, a few miles above Louisville, +who began a vineyard on the Indian side of the river; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>34]</a></span> +and one day Indians visited it, killing his people, and +destroying his vines.<a name="FNanchor_13_13" id="FNanchor_13_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> Mr. Lacassangue was a polite, +hospitable man, and gave elegant dinners.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_13_13" id="Footnote_13_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> +Michael Lacassangue, a Frenchman of education, settled in +Louisville as a merchant prior to March, 1789, when General +Harmar addressed him as a merchant there. He located a +station on the northern shore of the Ohio, three miles above +Fort Steuben, now Jeffersonville, where he had purchased land +in the Clark grant. In a MS. letter of Captain Joseph Ashton, +commanding at Fort Steuben, addressed to General Harmar, +April 3, 1790, these facts are given relative to the attack on +Lacassangue’s station. That on the preceding March 29th, the +Indians made their attack, killing one man. There were only +two men, their wives, and fourteen children in the station. +Word was immediately conveyed to Captain Ashton of their +situation, who detached a sergeant and fourteen men to their relief, +and who arrived there, Captain Ashton states, in sixteen +minutes after receiving intelligence of the attack. The Indians, +three in number, had decamped, and were pursued several miles +until their trail was lost on a dry ridge. The families were removed +to Fort Steuben, and thus the station was, for a time, +broken up.</p> + +<p>Mr. Lacassangue must have been quite a prominent trader at +Louisville in his day. About the first of June, 1790, Colonel +Vigo, an enterprising trader of the Illinois country, consigned +to him 4,000 pounds of lead, brought by Major Doughty from +Kaskaskia. Mr. Lacassangue made efforts, in after years, to +give character to his new town of Cassania—a name evidently +coined out of his own—hoping from its more healthful situation, +and better location for the landing of vessels destined to pass +the Falls, to supplant Louisville. The little place, General Collot +says, had in 1796, when he saw it, “only two or three houses, +and a store.” The ambitious effort was a vain one, and Cassania +soon became lost to the geographical nomenclature of the +country. Mr. Lacassangue died in 1797. <a href="#FNanchor_13_13">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p>A nephew of Mrs. Washington of the name of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>35]</a></span> +Dandridge lived with Mr. Lacassangue. When I returned to +Philadelphia, I there met him again; he resided at General +Washington’s. While the Dandridge family stayed +at Louisville, they received much attention. It was the +custom of the citizens, when any persons of note arrived +there, to get up a ball in their honor. They would +choose managers; circulate a subscription paper to meet +the expenses of the dance. Every signer, except +strangers, must provide his partner, see her safe there +and home again.</p> + +<p>We had scarcely got located before a subscription +paper was presented to Uncle Forman and myself. But +the first ball after our arrival proved a failure, owing to +the inclemency of the weather, so that no ladies could +attend. General Wilkinson happened in town, and +though he and Uncle Forman stayed but a little while, +the young blades were disposed for a frolic. Some time +before this a ball was tendered to General St. Clair, when +the youngsters had a row, and destroyed the most of the +breakable articles that the house afforded. But such +instances of rudeness occurred only when no ladies were +present.</p> + +<p>Not long after the failure on account of the weather, +the scheme for a dance was renewed, and, at length, we +had an elegant collection of southern fair. The ball was +opened by a minuet by Uncle Forman and a southern +lady—Aunt Forman did not dance. This was the last +time, I believe, that I saw that elegant dance performed. +Then two managers went around with numbers on paper +in a hat—one going to the ladies, the other to the gentlemen. +When the manager calls for lady No. 1, the lady +drawing that number stands up, and is led upon the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>36]</a></span> +floor, awaiting for gentleman No. 1, who, when called, +takes his place, and is introduced by the manager to the +lady. So they proceed with the drawing of couples until +the floor is full for the dance.</p> + +<p>I, in my turn, was drawn, and introduced to my dancing +partner from Maryland, and we were called to the first +dance. This lady happened to be acquainted with Uncle +Forman’s oldest son, General Thomas Marsh Forman, +which circumstance rendered our casual meeting all the +more agreeable. The officers of the garrison over the +river generally attended, and they brought the military +music along. I became well acquainted with the officers. +Dr. Carmichael,<a name="FNanchor_14_14" id="FNanchor_14_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> of the army, used often to come over +and sit in my store.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_14_14" id="Footnote_14_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> +Dr. John F. Carmichael, from New Jersey, entered the army +in September, 1789, and, with the exception of a few months, +retained his position till his resignation in June, 1804. <a href="#FNanchor_14_14">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p>It was the last of February, I believe, when Uncle +Forman and his little fleet took their departure from +Louisville, destined for the Natchez country. The river +was now free from ice. There subsequently came a report, +that when they reached what was called the low +country, below the Cumberland and Tennessee rivers, +they were captured by the Indians. I was in a painful +suspense for a long time, and until I heard from them.</p> + +<p>While Uncle Forman and party were sojourning in +Louisville, there was, it appears, a white man there, who +learned the names of Ezekiel Forman and Captain Osmun, +their place of destination, and all about them. +This fellow was a decoyer, who lived among the Indians, +and whose business it was to lure boats ashore for +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>37]</a></span> +purposes of murder and robbery. At some point below the +mouth of the Tennessee, this renegade saw the boats approaching, +ran on the beach, imploring, upon his bended +knees, that Mr. Forman, calling him by name, would +come ashore and take him on board, as he had just escaped +from the Indians. Mr. Forman began to steer for +his relief, when Captain Osmun, who was a little way in +the rear, hailed Uncle, warning him to keep in the middle +of the stream, as he saw Indians in hiding behind trees +along the bank where the wily decoyer was playing his +treacherous part. Giving heed to this admonition, Uncle +Forman kept clear of the dangerous shore.</p> + +<p>Then an old Indian, finding that his plot was exposed, +ran down to the beach, hailing the boats: “Where you +go?” It is not clear what could have been the Indian’s +motive in making a display of himself, and seeking the +information already known to his renegade associate. +But for the circumstance of Captain Osmun being in the +rear, and discovering the exposed Indians screened behind +trees, the whole party might have been lured on +shore and massacred. It seems that, after boats entered +the Mississippi, they were not molested by the Indians, +as they were not at war with the Spaniards.</p> + +<p>I was left in Louisville, with a store of goods. When +I had disposed of them, I was directed to join Uncle +Forman at Natchez; but some considerable time was +necessary to trade off my stock, and convert it into tobacco. +I spent my time very pleasantly at Louisville. +The southern people are remarkably friendly to strangers. +One family, in particular, Mr. and Mrs. Ashby, were as +kind to me as though I had been their own son. They +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>38]</a></span> +soon called on Uncle and Aunt Forman, showing all possible +attention, and soon became quite familiar.</p> + +<p>One day, Mr. Ashby called, and inquired of Aunt for +“<em>old</em> Mr. Forman.” “I tell you, Mr. Ashby,” Mrs. +Forman laughingly replied, “you shall not call my husband +<em>old</em>. Please to refer to him as Mr. Forman, and +our nephew as Mr. Sam. Forman.” Mr. Ashby took the +suggestion in good part, and promised ready obedience. +After Uncle and Aunt Forman left for the Natchez +country, Mrs. Ashby would come to my store like a +mother, and inquire into the condition of my lodgings, +and sent bed and bedding, and had a kind old woman examine +my trunk, taking out all my clothing, first airing +and then nicely replacing them, and kindly did all my +washing during my stay. Mr. Ashby had a farm a little +way out of town, but he and his family came in very +often. Mrs. Ashby never came without making me a +motherly call, and looking over my clothing to see if any +repairs were needed. I never parted with briefly-made +acquaintances with so much regret.</p> + +<p>I became very intimate with a Mr. Smith, from New +York, a young gentleman about my own age. The Virginians, +as were most of the Louisville people, were very +fond of dancing. Smith and I agreed to let each other +know when a hop was in agitation, and they were very +frequent. When notified by him of one such occasion, I +apologized for not being able to go, as I had no suitable +pumps. “You have purchased,” said he, “a parcel of +elegant moccasins for your New York ladies. You don a +pair, and I will another.” “Good! good!” we mutually +ejaculated. So we engaged our favorite partners, and +attended the ball. It was something new to appear in +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>39]</a></span> +such an assembly decked off in such Indian gear; but +they were much admired, and, at the next dance, almost +all appeared in moccasins. So, it seems, we led the ton, +and introduced a new fashion.</p> + +<p>There was but one tavern and one boarding-house in +the place. The boarding-house was kept by a Dr. Walter, +who was also the pilot to take boats over the Falls; and +he was, moreover, a great hunter and fisherman. One +day in April, I think, at some public festival, several of +our boarders, the leader was the Commissary of the +Army, proposed to have what they called <em>a setting</em>, and +asked me to join them. I had often heard the commissary +relate his exploits—drinking egg-nog was then all +the go. I declined to share in the frolic, fearing the influence +of these southern blades on such occasions. In +the course of the night, I was alarmed by the rattling +of stones thrown against my store-door and window-shutters. +At first, I thought it might be Indians. The +clatter was kept up, and the glass windows all broken. +I finally concluded that it was the work of the egg-nog +party. Not only were my windows completely shattered, +but my store door was broken open by the pelting of +large stones.</p> + +<p>These egg-nog disturbers served Captain Thomas, the +landlord, in the same way as they had done me. The +next morning, when we all met at the breakfast table +at our boarding-house, scarcely a word was spoken during +the meal. As I went out of the door, passing my +friend, the commissary, I asked him if he would direct +my windows glazed, and some little carpenter work done. +He pretended to be astonished how they should have +been broken. I made no reply, but walked back to my +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>40]</a></span> +store, only looked at him and smiled. In the afternoon, +at Captain Thomas’s, the business assumed almost a +tragical form—dirks were nearly drawn; however, it was +amicably settled.</p> + +<p>The next morning these gentlemen asked me if I +would be satisfied if my windows and door were made +whole. I answered in the affirmative, and asked them +whether they had not acted very imprudently, situated +as we were on the frontiers in time of Indian warfare. +“You know,” said I, “that it was but a little time since +that Captain Thomas and some others saw Indians in the +night making, as they supposed, for my store, when I +kept it up by Bear Grass creek; and a few people got +together in the night, and followed the Indian trail out +of the village without alarming me. The Indians evidently +thought themselves discovered, and retired, +hence I escaped. In consequence of this alarm, I immediately +moved from that place to the center of the +village, into the corner building opposite the tavern.”</p> + +<p>It was observed one Sunday morning, soon after starting +my store, that it was not opened on that day, as other +establishments were; and I was asked why I kept my +store closed—that Sunday had not crossed the mountains, +and that I was the first person who kept his store +shut on that day. I told them that I brought the Sabbath +with me. It so happened that I had the honor of +being the first to observe the day in Louisville.</p> + +<p>Directly opposite to me a billiard table was kept. It +was customary at the south for ladies to indulge in billiards, +considering it a genteel and healthful amusement. +During the morning hours, a few ladies used to honor +me with a call, when I would spend a little while in that +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>41]</a></span> +pleasant recreation; but I never gambled, and ladies’ +company is always more agreeable than gentlemen’s. +Besides, if you play with gentlemen, it is apt to lead to +gambling; and it was consequently better to pay for the +use of the table with ladies, when one improves in manners +from their refinement.</p> + +<p>One day Captain Thomas brought a little negro boy +to my store, tendering me his services while I remained +in Louisville; that he should be of no expense to +me, but live at home, and come over regularly and do +my chores, tote water, sweep my store, clean my shoes, +etc. The captain explained that he had another boy of +about the same age and size, and that one was better +than both. I had a spruce colored barber, who was also +a tailor, the pleasure of whose company I occasionally +had in helping out in my labors.</p> + +<p>Sometime about the latter part of May, perhaps, four +tobacco boats arrived at Louisville on their way to New +Orleans, under the respective command of Captain Andrew +Bayard, Captain Winters, and Captain Gano, of +New York, and Captain January, of Kentucky. Captain +Bayard’s boat received some injury in passing over the +Falls of the Ohio, and he had to unload to repair damages. +I had been some time negotiating with a rich +planter, Mr. Buckner, of Louisville. After I had heard +of the accident to Captain Bayard’s boat, Mr. Buckner +came into the village. I got him in my store, locked +the door, and told him that now was the time to close +our long-talked-of trade, so that I could have the company +of this descending fleet. After spending the night +in conversation, I gave up my bed to Mr. Buckner, and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>42]</a></span> +threw down some blankets and coarse clothes for my own +lodging.</p> + +<p>To make a long story short, we effected a trade—closing +out my store of goods to him. He bought me a +tobacco boat, loaded her with this product of the country, +and got matters and things arranged so that I was +ready to accompany the descending fleet. Of these +tobacco traders, I was partially acquainted with Mr. +Bayard. I had at Louisville a competitor in trade, a +young Irish gentleman, but he could not succeed.</p> + +<p>My boat was loaded below the Falls, and by some +means the hands suffered her to break from her fastenings, +and went a mile or two down stream before they +brought her to. I put my blanket on board of Mr. Bayard’s +boat, and got on board with him, and took my tea +with him. In the evening, being moonlight, my canoe, +with an old sailor, came for me. I took some blankets +and wrapped them around my arms carelessly. I jumped +into the canoe; and the sailor, it seems, had taken a +little too much whisky, so that when he pushed off from +Mr. Bayard’s boat, in order to clear its bow, he leaned +over so far as to make the canoe dip water; and, in recovering +his position, he leaned so far the other way that +the canoe filled. My arms being entangled with the +blankets, I was totally helpless. Mr. Bayard’s hands +jumped into their small boat, came to my rescue, and +saved me from a watery grave.</p> + +<p>Partly from economy, and partly from lack of time to +secure another hand, I attempted to manage my tobacco +boat, which was somewhat smaller than the usual size, +with less than the usual supply of boatmen. This made +it come hard on me, whose unskilled strength was but +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>43]</a></span> +half that of an ordinary man. I had this old sailor with +me for one watch, and an old North-western man and a +Jerseyman for another. The boats would follow the current, +except when passing islands, when the men must +all beat their oars. I believe the old sailor, while on +board, was a little deranged. After I discharged him at +Natchez, he was found, I was told, in the woods, dead.</p> + +<p>Nothing of any moment occurred while descending the +Ohio, until we reached Fort Massac, an old French fortification, +about thirty miles above the mouth of the Ohio. +It was a beautiful spot. All of the captains, and some +of the hands, with a small boat, went on shore, while our +tobacco boats glided gently along. When we landed, we +separated in squads, and visited the old deserted ramparts, +which appeared quite fresh. It was in the afternoon, +just after a refreshing shower. Those first arriving +at the intrenchment, espied a fresh moccasin track. We +all looked at it, and then at each other, and, without +uttering a word, all faced about, and ran as fast as possible +for the little boat. Some hit its locality, while +others struck the river too high up, and others, too low.</p> + +<p>Those of us who missed our way concluded, in our +fright, that the Indians had cut us off; and no one had +thought to take his rifle but me, and I feared that I +should be the first to fall. After we were all safe on one +of the tobacco boats, we recovered our speech, and each +one told how he felt, and what he thought, during our +flight to the boats. This locality of Fort Massac, we +understood, was the direct way from the Ohio, in that +country, to St. Louis, and probably the track we saw was +that of some lonely Indian; and, judging from its freshness, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>44]</a></span> +the one who made it was as much frightened from +our numbers as we were at our unexpected discovery.</p> + +<p>I will note a little circumstance that occurred during +our passage down the Ohio. One day, I was ahead of +the fleet, when one of the boats passed by suddenly, +when we observed by the woods that we were standing +still—evidently aground, or fast on something below the +surface. I gave notice to the boats behind to come on, +and take position between my boat and shore, hoping, by +this means, to raise a temporary swell in the river, and, +by fastening a rope to my boat, and extending along beside +the others, and making the other end fast to a tree +on shore, be enabled to get loose.</p> + +<p>While thus engaged, we heard a whistle, like that of a +quail. Some observed that quail never kept in the +woods, and we felt some fear that it might be Indians; +but we continued our efforts at the rope, and the boat +was soon so far moved that we discovered that we were +fast upon a planter—that is, the body of a tree firmly +embedded in the river bottom. At last, the men could +partly stand upon it, and, with a hand-saw, so weakened +it that it broke off, and we were released.</p> + +<p>Another dangerous obstruction is a tree becoming undermined +and falling into the river, and the roots fastening +themselves in the muddy bottom, while, by the constant +action of the current, the limbs wear off, and the body +keeps sawing up and down with great force, rising frequently +several feet above the water, and then sinking as +much below. These are called “sawyers,” and often +cause accidents to unsuspecting navigators.</p> + +<p>When we arrived at the mouth of the Ohio, we stopped. +I fastened my boat to trees, and the other boats did +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>45]</a></span> +likewise. We kept watch, with an ax in hand, to cut the +fastenings in case of a surprise by Indians. Here were +marks of buffalo having rested. Where the waters of +the Mississippi and Ohio mingle, they look like putting +dirty soap-suds and pure water together. So we filled +all our vessels that were water-tight, for fear we might +suffer for want of good water on our voyage. But we +found out, afterward, that the Mississippi was very good +water, when filtered.</p> + +<p>After we got all arranged, the second day after we +embarked, the captains agreed that we would, in rotation, +dine together, which rendered our journey more pleasant. +Mr. Bayard’s and my boat were frequently fastened together +while descending the Ohio, but on the Mississippi, +from the turbulence of the stream, it was not possible to +do so. The first day that we entered the Mississippi, we +discharged all our rifles and pistols, as we were then out of +danger from the hostile Indians. In the afternoon, we +had a strong wind ahead, which made a heavy sea, accompanied +with thunder and lightning. The waves ran so +high that we felt in danger of foundering. The forward +boat pulled hard for shore, which we all followed.</p> + +<p>Presently, we saw an Indian canoe pulling for that +boat. I asked my North-western man what that meant. +He looked wild, but did not know what to make of it. I +directed the men to pull away, and I would keep an eye +upon the suspicious visitors, and at the same time load +our rifles and pistols again. Reaching the advanced +boat, the Indians were kindly received, and no fighting; +and, instead of hostile demonstrations, they lent a hand +in rowing.</p> + +<p>After much hard work, we at length all effected a landing +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>46]</a></span> +in safety. We then prepared for dinner. It so happened +that it was my turn to receive the captains at dinner. +Having a large piece of fresh beef—enough and to spare, +I invited three of our copper-faces to dine with us. +Dinner over, Captain Gano set the example of <em>pitching +the fork</em> into the beef, as we used, in our school days, to +pitch the fork into the ground. So the Indians, one +after the other, imitated the captain, and very dextrously +pitched their forks also into the beef, thinking, probably, +that it was a white man’s ceremony that should be observed.</p> + +<p>After dinner, at the conclusion of the pitching incident, +I mixed some whisky and water in the only glass I +had, and handed it to one of the captains; and then repeating +it, filling the tumbler equally alike in quantity, +handed it in succession to the others. When I came to +the Indians, not knowing their relative rank, I happened +to present the glass to the lowest in order, as I discovered +by his declining it; but when I came to the leader, +he took the offering, and reaching out his hand to me in +a genteel and graceful manner, shook mine heartily; and +then repeated the cordial shake with each of the others, +not omitting his own people, and then drank our healths +as politely, I imagine, as Lord Chesterfield could have +done. The other Indians were similarly treated, and, in +turn, as gracefully acknowledged the compliment. They +all appeared much pleased with their reception.</p> + +<p>This ceremony over, our men asked leave to visit the +opposite side of the river, where these Indians had a +large encampment. This granted, they all went to get +their rifles. The Indians seemed to understand etiquette +and politeness, and objected to the men going +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>47]</a></span> +armed. But, instead of speaking to the men, they addressed +the captains of the boats, saying: “We have +no objections to your men going among our people, if +they don’t take their rifles. We came among you as +friends, bringing no arms along.” We, of course, told +our men to leave their rifles behind. They did so. +Returning, they reported that there were a good many +Indians there. By some means, some of our men must +have let the Indians have <i>la tafia</i>—a cheap variety of +rum distilled from molasses. At all events, they became +very much intoxicated, “and we,” said the visitors, +“were very apprehensive of difficulty; but a squaw told +us that the Indians could not fight, as she had secreted +all their knives, and we were very much relieved when +morning appeared, so we could bid good-by to our new +acquaintances.”</p> + +<p>The next day we arrived at <i>L’Anse a la Graisse</i>, +which place, or adjoining it, bears the name of New +Madrid, which is the American part of the little village +settled under the auspices of Colonel George Morgan. +Uncle Forman wrote me by all means to call at +this Spanish post, as he had left my name with the genteel +commandant there, who would expect to see me. +In the morning, after breakfast, we all prepared our +toilets preparatory to paying our respects to the officer +of the place. The captains did me the honor of making +me the foreman of the party, as my name would be familiar +to the commandant. I regret that I have forgotten +his name.<a name="FNanchor_15_15" id="FNanchor_15_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> We made our call at as early an hour +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>48]</a></span> +as we could, so that we might pursue our voyage without +any unnecessary waste of time.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_15_15" id="Footnote_15_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> +In July, 1789, less than a year before, Lieutenant Pierre +Foucher, with four officers and thirty soldiers, had been sent +from New Orleans to establish a post at this place, as stated in +<i>Gayarre’s Louisiana</i>, 1854, p. 268. It is generally asserted that this +settlement was commenced as early as 1780; but the Spanish +census of Louisiana, both in 1785 and 1788, make no mention of +the place. <a href="#FNanchor_15_15">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p>Arrived at the gate, the guard was so anxious to trade +his tame raccoon with our men that he scarcely took any +notice of us. We went to head-quarters; there was but +little ceremony. When we were shown into the commander’s +presence, I stepped toward him a little in advance +of my friends, and announced my name. I was +most cordially and familiarly received. Then I introduced +my friends, mentioning their respective places of +residence. After a little conversation, we rose to retire, +when the commandant advanced near me, and politely +asked me to dine with him an hour after twelve o’clock, +and bring my accompanying friends with me. I turned +to the gentlemen for their concurrence, which they gave, +when we all returned to our boats.</p> + +<p>I then observed to my friends that the commandant +would expect some present from us—such was the custom—and +what should it be? Mr. Bayard, I believe, +asked me to suggest some thing in our power to tender. +I then remarked, that, as we had a plenty of good hams, +that we fill a barrel, and send them to our host; that +they might prove as acceptable as any thing. The proposition +met the approval of all, and the hams were accordingly +sent at once, with perhaps an accompanying +note.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>49]</a></span> +At one hour after twelve o’clock, I well remember, we +found ourselves comfortably seated at the hospitable +board of the Spanish commandant, who expressed much +delight at receiving our fine present. He gave us an +elegant dinner in the Spanish style, and plenty of good +wine and liquors, and coffee without cream. The commandant, +addressing me, while we were indulging in the +liquids before us, said that we must drink to the health +of the ladies in our sweet liquors. “So,” said he, “we +will drink the health of the Misses Forman”—my worthy +cousins, who had preceded us in a visit to this garrison.</p> + +<p>After dinner, the commandant invited us to take a +walk in the fine prairies. He said he could drive a +coach-and-four through these open woods to St. Louis. +There came up a thunder-storm and sharp lightning, and +he asked me what I called that in English, and I told +him, when he pleasantly observed: “You learn me to +talk English, and I will learn you French.” Returning +to head-quarters, we took tea, and then got up to take +our final leave. “O, no!” said he, “I can’t spare you, +gentlemen. I’m all alone. Please to come to-morrow, +one hour after twelve, and dine again with me.” So, at +the appointed time, we were on hand again. The same +kind hospitality was accorded us as on the preceding +day.</p> + +<p>In the evening, we thought we should surely tender +the last farewell. But no; we must come again, for the +third day, to enjoy his good company and delightful +viands. That evening, there was a Spanish dance, all +common people making up the company—French, Canadians, +Spaniards, Americans. The belle of the room +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>50]</a></span> +was Cherokee Katy, a beautiful little squaw, dressed in +Spanish style, with a turban on her head, and decked off +very handsomely. On these occasions, a king and queen +were chosen to be sovereigns for the next meeting. The +commandant was asked to honor them by taking a partner, +and sharing in the mazy dance, which, of course, he +declined; and we also had an invitation, but declined +also. The commandant said he always went to these +happy gatherings, and sat a little while, and once, he +added, he played a little while on his own violin, for his +own and their amusement.</p> + +<p>He expressed much regret at parting with us. He +said he was so lonesome. He was a man not over thirty, +I suppose, highly accomplished, and spoke pretty good +English. I fear he was, in after years, swallowed up in +the earthquake,<a name="FNanchor_16_16" id="FNanchor_16_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> which destroyed many; among them, I +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>51]</a></span> +believe, a Mr. Morris, who was a brother to Mrs. Hurd; +a Mr. Lintot, from Natchez, who was a passenger with +me from New Orleans to Philadelphia.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_16_16" id="Footnote_16_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> +We learn, from Gayarre’s <i>History of the Spanish Domination of +Louisiana</i>, that, in July, 1789, Pierre Foucher, a lieutenant of the +regiment of Louisiana, was sent, with two sergeants, two corporals, +and thirty soldiers, to build a fort at New Madrid, and +take the civil and military command of that district, with instructions +to govern those new colonists in such a way as to +make them feel that they had found among the Spaniards the +state of ease and comfort of which they were in quest.</p> + +<p>Colonel John Pope, in his <i>Tour Through the Western and Southern +States</i>, states, under date, March 12, 1791: “Breakfasted and +dined with Signor Pedro Foucher, commandant at New Madrid. +The garrison consists of about ninety men, who are well supplied +with food and raiment. They have an excellent train of artillery, +which appears to be their chief defense. Two regular companies +of musqueteers, with charged bayonets, might take this +place. Of this opinion is the commandant himself, who complains +that he is not sufficiently supported. He is a Creole of +French extraction, of Patagonian size, polite in his manners, and +of a most noble presence.”</p> + +<p>Lieutenant Foucher must have left the country long before +the great earthquake of 1811-12. The Spaniards evacuated +their posts on the Mississippi to the north of 31st degree in 1798; +and, two years later, transferred the country to France, and, in +1803, it was purchased by the United States. <a href="#FNanchor_16_16">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p>On our entering the Mississippi, we had agreed that +the foremost boat should fire a gun as a token for landing, +if they saw a favorable spot after the middle of the +afternoon. It was not possible to run in safety during +the night. It so happened that every afternoon we had +a thunder shower and head wind.</p> + +<p>Nothing special occurred, I believe, till our arrival at +Natchez. There was no settlement from <i>L’Anse a la +Graisse</i> to <i>Bayou Pierre</i>, something like sixty miles +above Natchez. At Bayou Pierre lived Colonel Bruin,<a name="FNanchor_17_17" id="FNanchor_17_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>52]</a></span> +of the Virginia Continental line, who, after the war, took +letters from General Washington to the governor of that +country while it belonged to Spain, and secured a fine +land grant. I once visited Colonel Bruin, with a gentleman +from Natchez. That section of country is remarkably +handsome, and the soil rich. The colonel’s dwelling-house +was on the top of a large mound, and his +barn on another, near by. These mounds are common in +the Ohio and Mississippi countries, and no tradition gives +their origin.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_17_17" id="Footnote_17_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> +Colonel Peter Bryan Bruin, son of an Irish gentleman, who +had become implicated in the Irish Rebellion of 1756, and confiscation +and exile were his penalty. He brought with him to America +his only son, who was reared a merchant. In the War of the +Revolution, he entered Morgan’s famous riflemen as a lieutenant, +shared in the assault on Quebec, where he was made a prisoner, +and confined in a prison ship, infected with small-pox, for six +months. He was finally exchanged, and at length promoted to +the rank of major, serving to the end of the war. Soon after +settling near the mouth of Bayou Pierre, he was appointed alcalde, +or magistrate, under the Spanish Government; and when +the Mississippi Territory was organized, in 1798, he was appointed +one of the three territorial judges, remaining in office until he +resigned, in 1810. He lived till a good old age, was a devoted +patriot, and a man of high moral character. <a href="#FNanchor_17_17">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p>While in Louisville, I bought a young cub bear, and +kept him chained in the back room of my store. He +was about a month or two old when I got him; and when +I went down the river, I took him along to Natchez. +When twelve or fifteen months old, he became very +saucy; I only could keep him in subjection. When he +became too troublesome, Uncle Forman had him killed, +and invited several gentlemen to join him in partaking +of his bear dinner.</p> + +<p>When our little fleet of five boats first came in sight +of the village of Natchez, it presented quite a formidable +appearance, and caused a little alarm at the fort; the +drum beat to arms, but the affright soon subsided. +About this time, a report circulated that general somebody, +I have forgotten his name, was in Kentucky raising +troops destined against that country; but it all +evaporated.<a name="FNanchor_18_18" id="FNanchor_18_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a></p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_18_18" id="Footnote_18_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> +This refers to the proposed settlement at the Walnut Hills, +at the mouth of the Yazoo, under the auspices of the famous +Yazoo Company, composed mostly of prominent South Carolina +and Georgia gentlemen. Dr. John O’Fallon, who subsequently +married a sister of General George Rogers Clark, located at +Louisville, Ky., as the agent and active partner in that region +and endeavored to enlist General Clark as the military leader of +the enterprise; but it would appear that the general declined +the command, and Colonel John Holder, a noted Kentucky pioneer +and Indian fighter, was chosen in his place. But nothing +was accomplished. The original grant was obtained by bribery, +fraud, and corruption, from the Georgia Legislature; and a subsequent +legislature repudiated the transaction, and ordered all +the documents and records connected with it to be burned in +the public square. <a href="#FNanchor_18_18">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>53]</a></span> +Natchez was then a small place, with houses generally +of a mean structure, built mostly on the low bank of the +river, and on the hillside. The fort was on a handsome, +commanding spot, on the elevated ground, from which +was a most extensive view up the river, and over the +surrounding country. The governor’s house was not far +from the garrison. Uncle Forman had at first hired a +large house, about half-way up the hill from the landing, +where he lived until he bought a plantation of five hundred +acres on the bank of St. Catherine’s creek, about +four miles from Natchez. This he regarded as only a +temporary abode, until he could become better acquainted +with the country. The place had a small clearing and a +log house on it, and he put up another log house to correspond +with it, about fourteen feet apart, connecting +them with boards, with a piazza in front of the whole. +The usual term applied to such a structure was that it +was “two pens and a passage.” This connecting passage +made a fine hall, and altogether gave it a good and comfortable +appearance.</p> + +<p>Boards were scarce, and I do not remember of seeing +any saw or grist-mills in the country. Uncle Forman +had a horse-mill, something like a cider-mill, to grind +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>54]</a></span> +corn for family use. In range with his dwelling he built +a number of negro houses, some distance off, on the +bank of St. Catherine’s creek. It made quite a pretty +street. The little creek was extremely convenient. The +negroes the first year cleared a large field for tobacco, +for the cultivation of that article was the object of Mr. +Forman’s migration to that country.</p> + +<p>After my arrival, and while sojourning at Natchez, +Uncle Forman asked me if I intended to apply to the +government for lands. I replied that I did not want +any. He said he was glad of it, unless I remained in +the country. He hinted something to the effect that +one of the Spanish officers, who talked of leaving the +country, had an elegant plantation, with negroes for its +cultivation, and he thought of buying it, if I would +stay and take it; that if I took land of government, and +sold out, it might give umbrage to the governor, and +I, being a relation, he suffer by it. I told him my +father was loath to let me come away, and I promised +that I would return if my life was spared me.</p> + +<p>After this, Surveyor-General Dunbar,<a name="FNanchor_19_19" id="FNanchor_19_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> much to my +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>55]</a></span> +surprise, called on me, and said that he brought the +survey and map of my land, and presented a bill of +sixty dollars for his services. I told him that I had not +asked for land, nor had Governor Gayoso ever said any +thing to me about land, nor did I want any. General +Dunbar replied that the governor directed him to survey +for Don Samuel S. Forman eight hundred acres of land, +and that it was the best and most valuable tract that he +knew of in the district, including a beautiful stream of +water, with a gravelly bottom—rare in that country; that +it was well located, near a Mr. Ellis, at the White Cliffs, +and advised me by all means to take it. Uncle Forman +happened to be absent, and I was in doubt what to do. +At last I paid the bill and took the papers. The largest +quantity that the Spanish Government gave to a young +man who settled in that country was two hundred and +forty acres, so the governor showed much friendship +by complimenting me with so large a grant.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_19_19" id="Footnote_19_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> +Sir William Dunbar, son of Sir Archibald Dunbar, was born +at Elgin, Scotland, and received a superior education in Glasgow +and London. On account of failing health, he obtained a stock +of goods for the Indian trade; and, landing in Philadelphia in +April, 1771, took his goods to Fort Pitt, and about 1773 he went +to West Florida to form a plantation. He suffered much during +the period of the Revolution, and in 1772 settled near Natchez, +became chief surveyor under the Spanish Government, and in +1798 he was appointed astronomical commissioner on the part of +Spain in establishing the boundary. He was shortly after appointed +by Governor Sargeant, on the organization of Mississippi +Territory, under the United States Government, chief judge of +the Court of Quarter Sessions. He corresponded with the most +distinguished scientific men of his time, and contributed to the +Transactions of the American Philosophical Society. He died in +1810, leaving many descendants. <a href="#FNanchor_19_19">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p>I must go back a little, and state that my good traveling +companions, Messrs. Bayard, Gano, Winters, and +January, parted from me, and continued their journey +down the river. Uncle Forman had been acquainted +with Mr. Bayard, in Philadelphia, and their meeting in +a distant and foreign country was very gratifying. The +interview was very brief, for Mr. Bayard and associates +were anxious to pursue their voyage.</p> + +<p>At Natchez we made many agreeable acquaintances. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>56]</a></span> +Governor Gayoso, a bachelor, was very affable and pleasant, +and had an English education. The fort-major, +Stephen Minor,<a name="FNanchor_20_20" id="FNanchor_20_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> was a Jerseyman from Princeton, and +Mr. Hutchins,<a name="FNanchor_21_21" id="FNanchor_21_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> a wealthy planter, was a brother to +Thomas Hutchins, the geographer-general of the United +States. His wife was a Conover, from near Freehold +village, and knew more about Freehold than I did. +Also a Mr. Moore, a wealthy planter, Mr. Bernard Lintot, +who moved from Vermont before the war, and Mr. +Ellis, a wealthy planter—all having large families, sons +and daughters, very genteel and accomplished. These +all lived from eight to fourteen miles from us.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_20_20" id="Footnote_20_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> +Stephen Minor was a native of Pennsylvania, well-educated, +and early made his way West; first to St. Louis, and then to +New Orleans, and was soon appointed to official station by the +Spanish Government, rising eventually to the governorship at +Natchez, and so continuing till the evacuation of the country. He +then became a citizen of the United States, and was useful to +the country. He died in after years at Concord, Mississippi. <a href="#FNanchor_20_20">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_21_21" id="Footnote_21_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_21"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> Colonel Anthony Hutchins was a native of New Jersey; +early migrated to North Carolina, and in 1772 explored the +Natchez country, settling permanently at the White Apple village, +twelve miles from Natchez, the following year, and survived +the troubles of the Revolution, and died when past eighty years +of age. <a href="#FNanchor_21_21">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p>In the village of Natchez resided Monsieur and +Madam Mansanteo—Spanish Jews, I think—who were +the most kind and hospitable of people. These families, in +town and country, formed our principal associates. Governor +Gayoso told us, after we moved out to St. Catherine, +that there would always be a plate for us at his table.</p> + +<p>The year 1790 was a very sickly one for unacclimated +persons in the Natchez country. All our family adults +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>57]</a></span> +had more or less fever, and fever and ague. Uncle Forman +was severely afflicted with gout—a lump almost as +big as a small hen’s egg swelled out at one of his elbows, +with something of the appearance of chalk. Poor Betsey +Church was taken with a fever, and died in a few days; +a great loss to the family, having been a valuable and +much respected member of it for many years. I was +the only adult of the family who was not confined to the +house with sickness.</p> + +<p>Stephen Minor, the fort-major, married the eldest +daughter of the planter, Mr. Ellis. Our family was +much visited by the Spanish officers, who were very genteel +men; and Major Minor was very intimate, and +seemed to take much interest in us.</p> + +<p>When the time was fixed for my departure, by the way +of New Orleans, and thence by sea to Philadelphia, Uncle +Forman said: “Well, you must direct Moses, the coachman, +to get up the carriage, take two of your cousins +with you, and take leave of all your good friends.” The +carriage, which had its top broken off crossing the mountains +in Pennsylvania, had been fitted up in Natchez, +with neat bannister work around the top of the body, +which rendered it more convenient for the country. +We sometimes took the family in it, and went out strawberrying +over the prairies.</p> + +<p>Cousins Augusta and Margaret accompanied me on +my farewell tour. Ours was the first four-wheeled carriage +that ever passed over those grounds—I can’t say +roads, for the highway was only what was called a bridle-path—all +traveling at that day was on horseback. +When we visited one place, some of our friends from +another locality meeting us there would ascertain the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>58]</a></span> +day we designed visiting their house, that they might +have the cane-brakes along the trail cleared away sufficient +to permit the comfortable passage of the carriage; +and we must, moreover, be on time, or some small gust +of wind might again obstruct the passage. Our visits +were all very pleasant save the unhappy part of the final +bidding each other farewell.</p> + +<p>During this excursion, Governor Gayoso had given +permission for a Baptist clergyman to preach one Sunday, +which was the first time a protestant minister had +been allowed to hold religious services. The meeting +was held at Colonel Hutchins’. We went from the residence +of some friends in that vicinity. After service +we were invited to stay and dine at Colonel Hutchins’. +When we were ready to depart, all came out of the house +to see us off, and I asked the ladies in a jocose way to +join us in the ride, when they began to climb over the +wheels as though they might endanger the safety of the +carriage; but this frolicsome banter over, we took our +departure. We spent several days in performing this +friendly round of visits—by-gone days of happiness +never to return.</p> + +<p>When I was about leaving the country, Governor +Gayoso asked me what I intended to do with my land. +I replied, that if I did not return in a year or two, that +his excellency could do what he pleased with it. Some +years after, when I lived in Cazenovia, I contemplated +going back, and went to my large chest, which had +traveled with me from Pittsburg to New Orleans, and +thence in all my tramps and changes, where I supposed +all my Spanish papers were safe in a little drawer; but, +to my surprise, they were missing, and I never could +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>59]</a></span> +tell what became of them, as I kept the chest locked, +and retained the key. So vanished my eight hundred +acres of valuable land in the promising Mississippi +country.</p> + +<p>On the arrival of Colonel Wyckoff, with his brother-in-law, +Scudder, from Tennessee, preparations were made +for our departure. Uncle Forman went down to New +Orleans with us. It was in June, 1791, I believe, that +we left Natchez. The parting with my kindred was most +trying and affecting, having traveled and hazarded our +lives together for so many hundred miles, and never expecting +to meet again in this life. Many of the poor +colored people, too, came and took leave of me, with +tears streaming down their cheeks. Take them altogether, +they were the finest lot of servants I ever saw. +They were sensible that they were all well cared for—well +fed, well clothed, well housed, each family living separately, +and they were treated with kindness. Captain +Osmun,<a name="FNanchor_22_22" id="FNanchor_22_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> their overseer, was a kind-hearted man, and used +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>60]</a></span> +them well. They had ocular proof of their happy situation +when compared with their neighbor’s servants. +It was the custom of the country to exchange work at +times; and, one day, one of our men came to me, and +said: “I don’t think it is right to exchange work with +these planters; for I can, with ease, do more work than +any two of their men;” and added, “their men pound +their corn over night for their next day’s supply, and +they are too weak to work.” Poor fellows, corn was all +they had to eat.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_22_22" id="Footnote_22_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_22"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> +Benajah Osmun served, as Mr. Forman has previously stated, +at the defeat of General Washington’s troops on Long Island, in +August, 1776, when he was made a prisoner; he was then, apparently, +a soldier in the ranks. On January 1, 1777, he was appointed +a second lieutenant and quartermaster in Colonel +Shreve’s Second New Jersey regiment, which he subsequently +resigned. In September, 1778, he again entered the army as an +ensign in the second regiment; was a prisoner of war on April +25, 1780; made a lieutenant January 1, 1781, retiring at the close +of the war with the brevet rank of captain.</p> + +<p>In 1802, he was made lieutenant-colonel of the Adams county +militia; and when Colonel Burr visited the country, in 1807, on +his mysterious mission, he was the guest of Colonel Osmun, who +was one of his two bondsmen for his appearance at court, for +they were fellow officers in the Revolution. Colonel Osmun +settled a plantation at the foot of Half Way hill, near Natchez, +became wealthy, and there died, a bachelor, at a good old age. <a href="#FNanchor_22_22">Back</a></p> +</div> + +<p>Uncle Forman and I stopped the first night with Mr. +Ellis, at the White Cliffs, and next day embarked on +board of a boat for New Orleans. On our way down we +sometimes went on shore and took a bowl of chocolate for +breakfast with some rich planter, a very common custom +of the country. The night before our arrival at New Orleans +we put up with a Catholic priest; some gentlemen of +our company were well acquainted between Natchez and +New Orleans, and had learned the desirable stopping +places. The good priest received us kindly, gave us an +excellent supper, plenty of wine, and was himself very +lively. We took breakfast with him the next morning; +and before our departure the priest came up to me with +a silver plate in his hand, on which were two fine looking +pears, which he tendered me. He looked at first very +serious; but, remembering his good humor the previous +evening, I suspected his fun had not yet all run out. I +eyed him pretty close, and while thanking him, I rather +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>61]</a></span> +hesitated, when he urged me to take them. I knew no +pears grew in that country. I finally took one, weighed +it in my hand, and looked at him, till he bursted out into +a loud laugh. They were ingeniously wrought out of +stone or marble, and looked exactly like pears. I brought +them home and gave them to a friend.</p> + +<p>Arriving in New Orleans, we took lodgings, and our +first business was to wait on his excellency Governor +Miro. Mr. Forman settling within his government with +so large a number of people, under an arrangement with +the Spanish ambassador at New York, Don Diego de +Gardoque, gave him a high standing. Uncle Forman +was in person a fine-looking man, very neat, prepossessing, +and of genteel deportment, so that he was always much +noticed.</p> + +<p>As there was then no vessel in port destined for the +United States, I had to delay a couple of weeks for one. +At length the brig Navarre, Captain McFadden, made its +appearance, and soon loaded for Philadelphia. There +were a number of Americans in waiting, who engaged +their passage with me, on this vessel. Uncle Forman +did not leave the city until after the Navarre had taken +its departure. He suggested that I should take a formal +leave of Governor Miro and his secretary, Don Andre. +The secretary was a large, fine-looking man. I politely +asked him if he had any commands for the cape—Cape +Francois, a fine town in the northern part of St. Domingo, +usually dignified with the designation of the <i>The Cape</i>—for +which port, I believe, the vessel cleared. “I know +not,” said the secretary, “to what cape you are going—only +take good care of yourself.”</p> + +<p>After all were on board, the brig dropped down two or +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>62]</a></span> +three miles, where the passengers went ashore, and laid +in provisions enough, the captain said, to have carried us +to London after our arrival in Philadelphia. I may +mention something about distances as computed in those +days. From Natchez to New Orleans was called three +hundred miles by water, and only one hundred and fifty +by land. From New Orleans to the Balize, at the mouth +of the Mississippi, was reckoned one hundred and five +miles. It was said that such was the immense volume +of the Mississippi river that it kept its course and muddy +appearance for a league out at sea.</p> + +<p>There were no ladies among the passengers. We entered +into an arrangement that each passenger should, in +rotation, act as caterer for the party for each day. It +fell to my lot to lead off in this friendly service. We got +along very nicely, and with a good deal of mirthful +pleasure, for a couple of weeks, enjoying our viands and +wine as comfortably as if at a regular boarding house. +The captain’s wife, however, was something of a drawback +to our enjoyment. She was a vinegary looking creature, +and as cross and saucy as her looks betokened, +was low-bred, ill-tempered, and succeeded in making herself +particularly disagreeable. During the pleasant weather +portion of our voyage, she managed, without cause, +to raise a quarrel with every passenger; and what added +to her naturally embittered feeling, was that we only +laughed at her folly.</p> + +<p>When we arrived in sight of Cuba, the wind arose, and +blew almost a hurricane, causing a heavy sea. We were +in such danger of being cast away on the Florida reefs +that the captain summoned all hands on deck for counsel. +But, providentially, we escaped. For near two weeks +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>63]</a></span> +no cooking could be done, and each one was thankful to +take whatever he could obtain in one hand, and hold +fast to something with the other, such was the rolling +and pitching of our frail vessel. Most of the passengers +were sea-sick; I was among the few who escaped from +that sickening nausea. One night the rain was so heavy, +the lightning so vivid, and thunder so tremendous, that +the vessel trembled at every clap; when I went to my +friend Wyckoff, as well as others who were asleep, informing +them that it was a moment of no little danger and +excitement.</p> + +<p>Captain McFadden was a most profane man. But +during the hours of our distress and danger he became very +mild and humble, but it lasted no longer than the storm. +The vinegary Mrs. McFadden, too, was very sensibly +affected during this trying period; for, standing in the +companion-way, leading to the cabin, she very humbly +and demurely said that she would go below and make her +peace. We all thought she could not be too quick +about it. She was a veritable Katharine, but he was not +a Petruchio.</p> + +<p>Before we arrived at the capes of the Delaware, an +American sailor, who had made his escape from a British +man-of-war at the mouth of the Mississippi, sickened and +died on board our craft. When we got into the Delaware, +the sailors took his remains on shore and gave them a +decent sepulture. At length we reached Philadelphia in +safety.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64"><!-- blank page --></a></span></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>65]</a></span></p> + +<h2>GENERAL INDEX.</h2> + + +<div class="centered"> +<table border="0" summary="Index of contents in order of appearance"> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Prefatory note</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Memoir of Major S. S. Forman</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Forman’s narrative</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Tunis Forman captures two Tories</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Major Lee’s strategy</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">British foray at Middletown Point</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_6">6</a>, <a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Major Burrows’s loss and captivity</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Denise Forman’s services</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">General David Forman</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">German town battle</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Capture of a British sloop</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">A British and Tory scout</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Services of Major Burrows</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Major Burrows’s narrow escape</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_9">9</a>, <a href="#Page_10">10</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Denise Forman and Philip Freneau</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Sufferings in British prison ships</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_10">10</a>, <a href="#Page_11">11</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Captain Freneau’s after-life</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_11">11</a>, <a href="#Page_12">12</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Monmouth battle</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Fugitives return to New York</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">British evacuate New York</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">13-15</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Lieutenant-Colonel J. N. Cumming</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Anthony Glean noticed</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Washington parting with his officers</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Washington and Franklin in Federal Convention</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Washington’s second inauguration</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Major Forman settles at Cazenovia, N. Y.</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">His subsequent career</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17">17</a>, <a href="#Page_18">18</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">His narrative—departure for the Ohio</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Detention at Lancaster</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Meeting Charley Morgan</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Scant of funds for traveling</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>66]</a></span>Arrival at Pittsburg</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Flat-bottomed boats for the journey</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Colonel Turnbull’s entertainment</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Departure down the river</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Difficulties of navigation</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_25">25</a>, <a href="#Page_26">26</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Arrival at Wheeling</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Flocks of wild turkeys</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Arrival at Marietta</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Limestone and Columbia</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Arrival at Cincinnati</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">General Harmar’s hospitality</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27">27</a>, <a href="#Page_28">28</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Captain Kirby <i>vs.</i> Captain Kersey</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28">28</a>, <a href="#Page_29">29</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">General Jonathan Forman noticed</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">General Harmar’s defeat</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Indian rendezvous at Scioto</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Gallipolis settlement</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_30">30</a>, <a href="#Page_31">31</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Anecdote of Captain Osmun</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Arrival at Louisville</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Fort Jefferson; Fort Steuben</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Ensign Luce and North Bend</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a>, <a href="#Page_33">33</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Lacassangue and his station</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">33</a>, <a href="#Page_34">34</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Early dancing parties at Louisville</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_35">35</a>, <a href="#Page_36">36</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Generals Wilkinson and St. Clair</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Dr. John F. Carmichael</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Ezekiel Forman starts for Natchez</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Effort to lure ashore and destroy Forman’s party</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Louisville incidents; Ashby and family; Mr. Smith; moccasins at balls</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a>, <a href="#Page_39">39</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">An egg-nog frolic</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_39">39</a>, <a href="#Page_40">40</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">The Sabbath kept by S. S. Forman</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">A billiard-table at Louisville</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40">40</a>, <a href="#Page_41">41</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">A fleet of tobacco boats</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Mr. Buckner purchases Mr. Forman’s goods</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Mr. Forman’s mishap</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Departure from Louisville</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42">42</a>, <a href="#Page_43">43</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Incident at Fort Massac</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Planters and sawyers</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Mouth of the Ohio</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_44">44</a>, <a href="#Page_45">45</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>67]</a></span>An Indian alarm</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Indian visit; dinner</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Visit Indian village</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46">46</a>, <a href="#Page_47">47</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Arrival at <i>L’Anse a la Graisse</i></td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Lieutenant Foucher’s hospitality</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48">48-50</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Lieutenant Foucher noticed</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47">47</a>, <a href="#Page_48">48-50</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Colonel Pope’s tour cited</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Colonel P. B. Bruin noticed</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_51">51</a>, <a href="#Page_52">52</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">A cub bear</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Arrival at Natchez</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Walnut Hills settlement project</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_52">52</a>, <a href="#Page_53">53</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Dr. O’Fallon; General Clark; Colonel Holder</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_52">52</a>, <a href="#Page_53">53</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Natchez and surroundings</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Sir Wm. Dunbar noticed</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">S. S. Forman’s land grant</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_55">55</a>, <a href="#Page_58">58</a>, <a href="#Page_59">59</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Fine society at Natchez</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Mons. and Madam Mansanteo</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Major Stephen Minor noticed</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56">56</a>, <a href="#Page_57">57</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Colonel Anthony Hutchins noticed</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Sickly at Natchez in 1790</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56">56</a>, <a href="#Page_57">57</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">A round of visits</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_57">57</a>, <a href="#Page_58">58</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Bad treatment of servants</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Colonel Osmun noticed</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">59</a>, <a href="#Page_60">60</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Departure for New Orleans</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">A genial priest</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_60">60</a>, <a href="#Page_61">61</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Voyage and incidents to Philadelphia</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_61">61-63</a></td> + </tr> +</table> +</div> + + + + +<div class="bookbox"> +<p class="booklrg">ROBERT CLARKE & CO., CINCINNATI, O.</p> + +<p class="booksml">HAVE JUST PUBLISHED</p> + +<p class="bookvlrg">Major Forman’s Narrative.</p> + +<p class="hang">Narrative of a Journey down the Ohio and Mississippi +in 1789-90. By <span class="smcap">Major Samuel S. +Forman</span>, of New Jersey. With a Memoir +and Illustrative Notes. By <span class="smcap">Lyman C. +Draper</span>, LL.D. of Wisconsin.</p> + +<p class="center">————<br /> +12mo. Paper, 50 cents; cloth, 75 cents.<br /> +————</p> + + +<p>General David Forman of New Jersey in 1789, entered +into a negotiation with the Spanish minister Don Diego +de Gardoque, for his brother Ezekiel Forman of Philadelphia, +to emigrate with his family, and about sixty colored people, +men, women and children, and settle in the Natchez country, +then under Spanish authority. Major Samuel S. Forman +accompanied this emigrating party, and in this narrative +gives a minute account of their trip, the places they passed +through and at which they stopped, prominent people they +met, with many curious particulars.</p> + +<p>This book has not been stereotyped, and the edition is a +limited one.</p> + +<p><i>Sent by mail, prepaid, on receipt of the price.</i></p> + +<p class="publisher"> +ROBERT CLARKE & CO., <i>Publishers</i>,<br /> +<span class="smcap">Cincinnati, O.</span></p> +</div> + + + +<div class="bbox"> +<p><b>Transcriber's Note</b></p> + +<p>Archaic spelling is preserved as printed.</p> + +<p>Inconsistency in the use of apostrophes in date ranges is preserved +as printed.</p> + +<p>Minor punctuation errors have been repaired.</p> + +<p>There were some instances of a single inconsistent spelling of a proper noun +where it appears more than once. These, along with apparent typographic errors, +have been repaired as follows:</p> + +<div class="amends"> +<p>Page <a href="#Page_19">19</a>—Foreman amended to Forman—General David Forman, ...</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_37">37</a>—beech amended to beach—... ran on the beach, imploring ...</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_37">37</a>—Osmnn amended to Osmun—But for the circumstance of Captain Osmun ...</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_51">51</a>—à amended to a—... from <i>L’Anse a la Graisse</i> to <i>Bayou Pierre</i>, ...</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_57">57</a>—afflcted amended to afflicted—Uncle Forman was severely afflicted ...</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_58">58</a>—Pittsburgh amended to Pittsburg—... which had traveled with me from Pittsburg ...</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_60">60</a>—ta amended to at—... of the country to exchange work at times; ...</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_63">63</a>—Wickoff amended to Wyckoff—... when I went to my friend Wyckoff, ...</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_66">66</a>—mocassins amended to moccasins—... Mr. Smith; moccasins at balls, ...</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_67">67</a>—Madame Mansant amended to Madam Mansanteo—Mons. and Madam Mansanteo, 56</p></div> +</div> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44823 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/44823-h/images/cover.jpg b/44823-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..1d05556 --- /dev/null +++ b/44823-h/images/cover.jpg |
