Taken in part from:
Border Settlers of Northwestern Virginia
Written by Lucullus Virgil McWhorter
The settlers on the upper waters of the Monongahela
often went in canoes and flat-boats to Fort Pitt, where they
exchanged skins, furs, jerked venison, and other products of the
wilderness for ammunition and necessaries.
Jesse Hughes and Henry McWhorter made a trip together. One day
they put ashore where a number of children were playing,
among them a little Indian boy. The incident which followed
I will give in McWhorter's own words.
"The instant that Jesse caught sight of the little Indian
boy his face blazed with hatred. I saw the devil flash in his eye,
as feigning great good humor, he called out, "Children, don't
you want to take a boat ride?" Pleased with a
prospective glide over the still waters of the Monongahela,
one and all came running towards the boat.
Perceiving Hughes' cunning ruse to get the little Indian into his
clutches, I picked up an oar, and gruffly ordering the children
away, quickly shoved the boat from the bank. When safely
away, I turned to Hughes and said, "Now, Jesse, ain't you
ashamed?" "What have I done?" he sullenly
asked. "What have you done? why, you intended to kill that
little Indian boy. I saw it in your every move and look,
the moment you got sight of the little fellow " "Yes,"
he said "I intended when we got into mid-stream to stick my
knife in him and throw him overboard." When I
remonstrated with him about this, he said, "Damn it, he's an
Injun!" Brutal ? Yes; but let us not deal too harshly
with the memory of Jesse Hughes, whose only schooling was that
acquired upon a bloody frontier. Naturally such a training
was void of sentiment. It contained not the elements of charity
or mercy. It was narrow, cramped and selfish. It saw only the
smoldering ruins of the settler's cabin, its scalped
inmates; the helpless
swept into captivity, with visions of the gauntlet and the
torture stake, The whites believed their own actions justifiable
and in the interests of their civilization. The conquest of a
country has always brought about the
possibility of barbarous conditions, and but comparatively
few of our frontiersmen have possessed the sturdiness of purpose
to avoid the inhuman actions prompted by them, But there were two
sides. The Indians were cruelly wronged. They were deceived,
defrauded and treacherously dealt with. Their lands were
encroached upon, in gross violation of solemn treaty rights.
Their game was destroyed. Friendlies were shot down without
provocation, and entire families and bands of hunters were
murdered, in the fastnesses of their own domain. There were
schemes promulgated, and I believe employed, by those high in
authority, for the indiscriminate destruction of the Indians, far
more hellish than those ever dreamed of by the wilderness
warrior. We should be just and place where they belong the
various causes for the brutalities enacted on the border.
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