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This cycle of raid, reprisal, and counter-reprisal offered new opportunities for athletic young men who enjoyed the adrenalin rush of danger. Now there was two-legged game to stalk, a reason other than hunting to move noiselessly and invisibly through the woods, and money to be made not from skins but plunder and rewards for scalps.

My g.f. Robert Hamilton came from Ireland. Lived awhile in Pa., and then moved down into Va. My f. Archibald H. then 7 yrs. of age and 2 sisters were taken prisoners on Carr's Cr.--Va. by a party of 27 indns.--Robt. H. and some women (who had) left their house, got into a cabin. An Indn: put in his gun, and shot him. The ball went in on his left nipple, (breast) and came out near the back(bone). The house had not been closed when he was shot; he told those within to clear out, and himself followed them, presenting his gun on the advancing indns:, and thus keeping them at bay; and in that way he took 3 or 4 women up the lane, till he made his escape by concealing himself and party in some glady lands. The indns: in their pursuit, took A.-H.- and 2 of his sister, who had been separated, in some way, from the rest of the famy:, and had not gotten to the cabin. (Old Mr. Magill says this was on Sunday, and part of the Famy: were at chh:)(the way they came to be separated. He sung about 30 verses composed on it.) After leaving some distance, they stopped in Walker's Meadows, (which were 4 ms.,) and sent back 2 indns: to a still house to get some whiskey to have a frolic on. They were met my a party of 100 men, under Col: Jas: McDowell, who, when they saw the 2 Indns:, turned, and precipitately fled: (this advanced party saying they were comg: in [100ds]. The squaws made motion to them, where they were taken, not to be afraid, they wo'dn't kill them. When my f. went to come home, his mother squaw took him, and dressed his hair in indn: fashion w. bears oil, and told him to go home and tell his people she had treated him well. While w. her, he had to carry about the papoose in a blanket tied about his neck. The boys wo'd sometimes throw corn-cobs at him, as he went about. If he didn't want to carry it, he wo'd pinch its legs, and make it cry more, and she wo'd call and take it. His indn: f. told him one morng: to get up and make a fire. He was sleepy. The indn: drew out his thwk: from under his head, flung it, and cut him a gash. She scolded and raved about it so, that the Indn: went off. My g.f. paid for all three; but my f. was supposed to be at a camp on the Scioto, and didn't get in till 3 or 4 mos: after my aunts, to Pittsbgh:, where he was to be delivered. When he got to Pittsburgh, they gave him clothes from the King's store He threw them all off but enough to make a breechclout. they sent two men half a mile ahead, to act as spies, and guard against surprise. The men saw two Indians coming along, one had a keg of whiskey on his shoulder, and the other was accompanying him for defence. There was a distillery in the neighborhood, and they had been there. The two spies arranged each to shoot his particular indian. Before the indians got within reach of their guns, one of them looking round, saw the other had fled. When they got into camp, the whole 300 men left burying the dead, and ran. The indians were in a drinking frolick. As and were going on towards Lexington, on horseback, a man passed them in full speed, crying, indians, indians. At length, to whom the riding was painfully fatiguing, declared she would not go any farther--would rather than it, that the indians should kill her. The indians laughed at the cowardice of the two spies--and one of them caricatured the conduct of one of them so effectually, that the persons who were prisoners, knew, at the time, who it was that the indians were ridiculing ...

A new word was soon needed to describe this new warrior caste. Governor Dunmore called them "back-woods-men ... Hunters like the Indians, and equally ungovernable."

[Story of Boone and Russell and the murder at the races. 17 year old Isaac Crabtree b.1757 Baltimore Co., Md.; raised near New London, Va.; father moved to Big Lick (Saltville, Va.). Use Thwaites as sources] "these new injuries stired up the old inveteracy of those who are called the back-woods-men, who are Hunters like the Indians and equally ungovernable."

[Continued warfare spawned a warrior society quote Wm. Martin; adrenaline high kept driving them to knew country quote Dunmore, give examples Crabtree, Alex Moore] Crabtree 1778 he again turned out a volunteer ranger he thinks about the last of May and went to the Elk-garden Fort ranged about that fort. went down Clinch and as they came to Glade Hollow Fort, they met with about the same number of Indians he and Barton Litten and William Priest were some distance in front of the others when they met the Indians. The Indians were laying in ambush in two sink holes and on each side of the trace when the firing commenced Col Smith and the balance wheeled and ran he and his company kept their ground waiting for them to come up until the Indians or some of them were within thirty of forty yards of affiant and the balls flying round him like hail stones from a thunder storm he began to think it was time to take care of himself seeing by this time the whole of his company had taken to flight and left him he retreated a short distance and was closely pursued by the enemy and he wheeled to see how near they were to him and saw one within thirty yards he immediately raised his gun and taking sight at his breast fired and the Indian fell back and uttered some coarse loud noise he then wheeled and took to flight himself and the Indians after him still firing upon him until he overtook some of his company and tried to rally them but without effect. They continued their retreat and two of them [Preist and Litten] were killed while they were running before him he then began to mend his gate and soon overtook the foremost man and went by his Col. Smith but was unable to rally, they remained ranging about through the country until in September

[Alex Moore] the Big Indian whom Moore killed was called Big Sago (or Sawga) to use a common phrase Moore was called at that time much of a man a tall firmly formed muscular man when the Indian was seen after the firing was over in a large sink hole Moore proposed to some of those about him to have a single combat with the Indian and seeing that he was a large fellow he thought there would be some honour in a victory of that sort altho the Indian was wounded in the knee and in one hand held a tomahawk in the other his scalping knife--as Moore advanced upon him with no other weapon but his knife the Indian standing on one knee placing himself in the best position he could to receive his adversary and before Moore got within reach threw his Tomahawk but Moore being apprised of his intention dodged it and closed in with the fellow when a deadly scuffle ensued and as Moore said the unhandyist Chap he had had any thing to do with for the Indian by holding to Moore was often on his feet and being naked would slip from his grasp in such a way as to make it dificult for Moore to keep on his feet but after a hard scuffle Moore succeded in plunging his knife into the Indians body several times which ended the battle Samuel Young came up Just when the Battle was ended and shot the Indian in the head ...

Wm Snodgrass: Wm Snodgrass "Military men was very highly asteemed in these times" as to Alex moore killing the Indian with his [big] knife I understood moore had broke the cock of his gun and had no other weapon to fight with I well Recolect he should have made that the Indian had got the Rong sow by the ear it became a by word with us--I understood the Indian that Moore killed was wouned in the thigh whether his thigh was broken or not I do not Recolect

Alexr. Moore, that the said Isaac Shelby, will procure a right of preemtion of Six hundred and forty acres [on the waters of Cumberland river] in the lands reserved by the State of North Carolina for the officers and soldiers of that State and obtain a certificate from the Commissioners ... and Assign the same certificate to the said Alexander Moore on or before the first day of october, in the year of 83 free and clear ... in consideration of which the said Moore oblidges himself or his kins &c. to deliver to the said Shelby, one hundred pounds Virginia currency worth of goods on Beaver creek in Sullivan Coty. at such price as they shall cost the said Moore, either in Baltimore or Philadelphia in the Month of August or September in the sd. year 1783 ... to be carried by sd. Moore to Beaver creek in Sullivan County and delivered to sd. Shelby clear of any expence except the first cost only on or before the first day of october 1783.

Wm Martin I know not to whose company big Ellick Moore belonged. He lived near Nashville when I knew him ... He followed building Flat Boats ... had monstrous big jaws, and his foreteeth were pretty much in the shape of grinders: and it used to be said, he could bite a ten penny nail in two ... discovered a live Indian in a sink hole, with a broken thigh. (The hole was a round sunken place, 3 or 4 ft. deep--something like a bowl, and from 10 to 20 ft. diameter.) Moor finally got the Indians knife, and killed him with it. I was intimately acquainted with Moor afterwards, and used to hear him tell the story often. industrious--rough--good humored, and drank freely at times. In his frolics would say of himself, "I am big Ellick Moor, that killed the big Indian--in the big sink hole--in the big Island Flats--of the big Holston." Felix Robertson: Alexr. Moore and a younger Brother Amos removed at a pretty early day on the Missippi in what is now Arkansas. In 1819 some distance below Memphis, we called at a small settlement I found living there Amos Moores family, he informed me that his Brother Alexr had died there some time previously ... Alexr Moore I think never married.

George Wilson: Moore set down his gun at a tree, out with his knife--found Big Ben in a shallow sink hole, and seeing Moore approach, the Indian jumped up with tomahawk in hand ... [Moore] actually bent the point of his knife against the Indian's back bone. Bob Young standing close by did not dare to shoot, lest he shd. hit Moore; by this time, young Charles had loaded his rifle and rushed up, and while the scuffle was still going on, and placing the muzzle close to the Indians head and shot him dead. After this terrible scuffle, Moore fell down sick and exhausted; and it was some little time before Moore fully recovered. Robt. Young, an eye witness, and told these particulars to Col. Wilson.


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