A correspondent at Miller's Falls sends the following sketch which was Originally published in the Keene Sentinel about three years ago. The subject of it died about one year since, at the age of 98 years. A grandson of the Veteran is now living sterling, Mass. and is a memeber of Co. I. 10th Regiment.
There is residing in Winchester, the last survivor of the Woming Massacre, about whom, perhaps, a few lines may be interesting. Mr. Amos Adams was born in the Wyoming Settlements, near Old Kingston, Aug 16, 1773, and was consequently not guite 5 years old, at the time of the massacre, which occurred on July,1778. The details of this bloody massacre fill one of the most vivid and exciting pages in the record of the 'time that tried men's souls,' and has been made the theme of poet and novelist, nevertheless an hour's conversation with the 'Old Man,' will bring you in personal contact with that bloody scene, and leave an impression of the sufferings of the fathers that cannot be effaced.
The fort in which his father had taken refuge contained 27 men and 300 woman and children. This fort was surrendered without firing a gun under promise of their lives being spared. The gates were thrown open and the Tories and Indians, fresh from the slaughter in the other forts rushed in--their hands reeking in blood and the bloody scalps of neighbors and kindred dangling from their belts and the packs of plunder they had made up. Here the husband, saw the scalp of the wife, and the wife that of the husband, and the mother that of her child, that had been thus murdered with all the fiendish cruelty of Indian malignity. they were stripped of everything--even food and clothes, and bidden to leave the settlements at once. Glad to escape with their lives, the destitute company plunged into the almost trackless wilderness, with 150 miles between them and aid. The tears will roll down his cheeks as he recalls the sufferings of that time. The family consisted of 5 members--father, mother and 3 children--Amos, (the subject of the sketch) 5 years old, one 3, and the other 1 year old. The mother carried the baby, the father the next, and the eldest (Amos)had to walk that journey of 150 miles, and he scarce 5 years old, and that too, in no leisurely manner, but in the constant fear and dread that the Indians might be sorry for their leniency in letting, so many scalps escape, and pursue and murder them; deprived, likewise, of food and shelter and subsisting upon such roots and berries as they could obtain, they arrive at the Fishkills on North River. No pen is graphic enough to paint the sufferings of the march--and no one can point out the unknown graves of those that perished, through exposure, exhustion and starvation, nor tell where the mother lay down beneath the trees of that primeval forest, giving the dying kiss to her babe that in vain seeks food from her, knowing that before the morning sun shall arise she and the babe alike will be banquet for the prowling wolf. 'One can spend an hour of much interest with him, hearing him relate his experiences and listening to his anecdotes and Indian Stories.'
Mr. Adams is now 95 years old and is remarkably active, for one who has seen so many years, and challenges many a young man to work in an "even yoke" with him. A neighbor paid him $1.50 per day in hoeing, last season. His faculties seem to be remarkably preserved, his hearing and sight are quite good and so is his gereral health, for one who, to use his expression, was alsways a 'pindling, sickly boy:
He has been a resident of Winchester for 72 years, and what is more remarkable has always lived on the same farm. He is now a windower, having had 2 wives and 10 childre, of whom but three are now living. I don't know as it has had anything to do with his longevity but he has been a life-long Republican and says he voted for Gen. Grant as one who, he believes will carry out those political principles that he loves and cherishes. Mr. Adams experienced religion when 10 years of age and was received into the Methodist Church by Jesse Lee the father of New England Methodism, and has been a consistant member of the same for more than 75 years, and waiting for the boatman.
There is residing in Winchester, the last survivor of the Woming Massacre, about whom, perhaps, a few lines may be interesting. Mr. Amos Adams was born in the Wyoming Settlements, near Old Kingston, Aug 16, 1773, and was consequently not guite 5 years old, at the time of the massacre, which occurred on July,1778. The details of this bloody massacre fill one of the most vivid and exciting pages in the record of the 'time that tried men's souls,' and has been made the theme of poet and novelist, nevertheless an hour's conversation with the 'Old Man,' will bring you in personal contact with that bloody scene, and leave an impression of the sufferings of the fathers that cannot be effaced.
The fort in which his father had taken refuge contained 27 men and 300 woman and children. This fort was surrendered without firing a gun under promise of their lives being spared. The gates were thrown open and the Tories and Indians, fresh from the slaughter in the other forts rushed in--their hands reeking in blood and the bloody scalps of neighbors and kindred dangling from their belts and the packs of plunder they had made up. Here the husband, saw the scalp of the wife, and the wife that of the husband, and the mother that of her child, that had been thus murdered with all the fiendish cruelty of Indian malignity. they were stripped of everything--even food and clothes, and bidden to leave the settlements at once. Glad to escape with their lives, the destitute company plunged into the almost trackless wilderness, with 150 miles between them and aid. The tears will roll down his cheeks as he recalls the sufferings of that time. The family consisted of 5 members--father, mother and 3 children--Amos, (the subject of the sketch) 5 years old, one 3, and the other 1 year old. The mother carried the baby, the father the next, and the eldest (Amos)had to walk that journey of 150 miles, and he scarce 5 years old, and that too, in no leisurely manner, but in the constant fear and dread that the Indians might be sorry for their leniency in letting, so many scalps escape, and pursue and murder them; deprived, likewise, of food and shelter and subsisting upon such roots and berries as they could obtain, they arrive at the Fishkills on North River. No pen is graphic enough to paint the sufferings of the march--and no one can point out the unknown graves of those that perished, through exposure, exhustion and starvation, nor tell where the mother lay down beneath the trees of that primeval forest, giving the dying kiss to her babe that in vain seeks food from her, knowing that before the morning sun shall arise she and the babe alike will be banquet for the prowling wolf. 'One can spend an hour of much interest with him, hearing him relate his experiences and listening to his anecdotes and Indian Stories.'
Mr. Adams is now 95 years old and is remarkably active, for one who has seen so many years, and challenges many a young man to work in an "even yoke" with him. A neighbor paid him $1.50 per day in hoeing, last season. His faculties seem to be remarkably preserved, his hearing and sight are quite good and so is his gereral health, for one who, to use his expression, was alsways a 'pindling, sickly boy:
He has been a resident of Winchester for 72 years, and what is more remarkable has always lived on the same farm. He is now a windower, having had 2 wives and 10 childre, of whom but three are now living. I don't know as it has had anything to do with his longevity but he has been a life-long Republican and says he voted for Gen. Grant as one who, he believes will carry out those political principles that he loves and cherishes. Mr. Adams experienced religion when 10 years of age and was received into the Methodist Church by Jesse Lee the father of New England Methodism, and has been a consistant member of the same for more than 75 years, and waiting for the boatman.
A correspondent at Miller's Falls sends the following sketch which was Originally published in the Keene Sentinel about three years ago. The subject of it died about one year since, at the age of 98 years. A grandson of the Veteran is now living sterling, Mass. and is a memeber of Co. I. 10th Regiment.
There is residing in Winchester, the last survivor of the Woming Massacre, about whom, perhaps, a few lines may be interesting. Mr. Amos Adams was born in the Wyoming Settlements, near Old Kingston, Aug 16, 1773, and was consequently not guite 5 years old, at the time of the massacre, which occurred on July,1778. The details of this bloody massacre fill one of the most vivid and exciting pages in the record of the 'time that tried men's souls,' and has been made the theme of poet and novelist, nevertheless an hour's conversation with the 'Old Man,' will bring you in personal contact with that bloody scene, and leave an impression of the sufferings of the fathers that cannot be effaced.
The fort in which his father had taken refuge contained 27 men and 300 woman and children. This fort was surrendered without firing a gun under promise of their lives being spared. The gates were thrown open and the Tories and Indians, fresh from the slaughter in the other forts rushed in--their hands reeking in blood and the bloody scalps of neighbors and kindred dangling from their belts and the packs of plunder they had made up. Here the husband, saw the scalp of the wife, and the wife that of the husband, and the mother that of her child, that had been thus murdered with all the fiendish cruelty of Indian malignity. they were stripped of everything--even food and clothes, and bidden to leave the settlements at once. Glad to escape with their lives, the destitute company plunged into the almost trackless wilderness, with 150 miles between them and aid. The tears will roll down his cheeks as he recalls the sufferings of that time. The family consisted of 5 members--father, mother and 3 children--Amos, (the subject of the sketch) 5 years old, one 3, and the other 1 year old. The mother carried the baby, the father the next, and the eldest (Amos)had to walk that journey of 150 miles, and he scarce 5 years old, and that too, in no leisurely manner, but in the constant fear and dread that the Indians might be sorry for their leniency in letting, so many scalps escape, and pursue and murder them; deprived, likewise, of food and shelter and subsisting upon such roots and berries as they could obtain, they arrive at the Fishkills on North River. No pen is graphic enough to paint the sufferings of the march--and no one can point out the unknown graves of those that perished, through exposure, exhustion and starvation, nor tell where the mother lay down beneath the trees of that primeval forest, giving the dying kiss to her babe that in vain seeks food from her, knowing that before the morning sun shall arise she and the babe alike will be banquet for the prowling wolf. 'One can spend an hour of much interest with him, hearing him relate his experiences and listening to his anecdotes and Indian Stories.'
Mr. Adams is now 95 years old and is remarkably active, for one who has seen so many years, and challenges many a young man to work in an "even yoke" with him. A neighbor paid him $1.50 per day in hoeing, last season. His faculties seem to be remarkably preserved, his hearing and sight are quite good and so is his gereral health, for one who, to use his expression, was alsways a 'pindling, sickly boy:
He has been a resident of Winchester for 72 years, and what is more remarkable has always lived on the same farm. He is now a windower, having had 2 wives and 10 childre, of whom but three are now living. I don't know as it has had anything to do with his longevity but he has been a life-long Republican and says he voted for Gen. Grant as one who, he believes will carry out those political principles that he loves and cherishes. Mr. Adams experienced religion when 10 years of age and was received into the Methodist Church by Jesse Lee the father of New England Methodism, and has been a consistant member of the same for more than 75 years, and waiting for the boatman.
There is residing in Winchester, the last survivor of the Woming Massacre, about whom, perhaps, a few lines may be interesting. Mr. Amos Adams was born in the Wyoming Settlements, near Old Kingston, Aug 16, 1773, and was consequently not guite 5 years old, at the time of the massacre, which occurred on July,1778. The details of this bloody massacre fill one of the most vivid and exciting pages in the record of the 'time that tried men's souls,' and has been made the theme of poet and novelist, nevertheless an hour's conversation with the 'Old Man,' will bring you in personal contact with that bloody scene, and leave an impression of the sufferings of the fathers that cannot be effaced.
The fort in which his father had taken refuge contained 27 men and 300 woman and children. This fort was surrendered without firing a gun under promise of their lives being spared. The gates were thrown open and the Tories and Indians, fresh from the slaughter in the other forts rushed in--their hands reeking in blood and the bloody scalps of neighbors and kindred dangling from their belts and the packs of plunder they had made up. Here the husband, saw the scalp of the wife, and the wife that of the husband, and the mother that of her child, that had been thus murdered with all the fiendish cruelty of Indian malignity. they were stripped of everything--even food and clothes, and bidden to leave the settlements at once. Glad to escape with their lives, the destitute company plunged into the almost trackless wilderness, with 150 miles between them and aid. The tears will roll down his cheeks as he recalls the sufferings of that time. The family consisted of 5 members--father, mother and 3 children--Amos, (the subject of the sketch) 5 years old, one 3, and the other 1 year old. The mother carried the baby, the father the next, and the eldest (Amos)had to walk that journey of 150 miles, and he scarce 5 years old, and that too, in no leisurely manner, but in the constant fear and dread that the Indians might be sorry for their leniency in letting, so many scalps escape, and pursue and murder them; deprived, likewise, of food and shelter and subsisting upon such roots and berries as they could obtain, they arrive at the Fishkills on North River. No pen is graphic enough to paint the sufferings of the march--and no one can point out the unknown graves of those that perished, through exposure, exhustion and starvation, nor tell where the mother lay down beneath the trees of that primeval forest, giving the dying kiss to her babe that in vain seeks food from her, knowing that before the morning sun shall arise she and the babe alike will be banquet for the prowling wolf. 'One can spend an hour of much interest with him, hearing him relate his experiences and listening to his anecdotes and Indian Stories.'
Mr. Adams is now 95 years old and is remarkably active, for one who has seen so many years, and challenges many a young man to work in an "even yoke" with him. A neighbor paid him $1.50 per day in hoeing, last season. His faculties seem to be remarkably preserved, his hearing and sight are quite good and so is his gereral health, for one who, to use his expression, was alsways a 'pindling, sickly boy:
He has been a resident of Winchester for 72 years, and what is more remarkable has always lived on the same farm. He is now a windower, having had 2 wives and 10 childre, of whom but three are now living. I don't know as it has had anything to do with his longevity but he has been a life-long Republican and says he voted for Gen. Grant as one who, he believes will carry out those political principles that he loves and cherishes. Mr. Adams experienced religion when 10 years of age and was received into the Methodist Church by Jesse Lee the father of New England Methodism, and has been a consistant member of the same for more than 75 years, and waiting for the boatman.
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