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although a vigorous, healthy woman of forty-four, her con-



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stitution weakened, and coming to the scene of her heart's
deepest sorrow, opened for her a trying winter. The season
of 1 779-1 780 was severe, the depths of snow so impassable
that intercourse with even their few scattered neighbors
was hindered, some of whom were massacred by the Indians
in the early springtime. The savage invasion obliged her
and her family, with others, to take shelter about three miles
distant, where the women and children remained during the
day,while the men went to their farms and returned at
night, but she preferred sharing danger with her boys, than
in agonizing suspense away from them., which characteristic
of steadfast affection and unswerving performance of duty,.
is strikingly visible in those of all branches of the family
who have Ouigley blood in their veins. Many a day the son
Hugh walked by the side of his brother John, carrying a
rifle in one hand and a forked stick to clear the plow shear,
in the other, while John plowed. The mother frequently
went with them, to prepare their meals; in constant peril,
but in this as in all the joys and adversities of life, an angel
of mercy to them, her death on the 20th of October,
1783, was a personal and grievous loss to each of her chil-
dren. To them, since the death of her husband, she had
giA-^en her undivided attention and affection, and for them
she had unselfishly labored. She was rewarded for her care
as shov/n by a remark made by her distinguished son, Gen-
eral Hugh Brady, "My brothers lived to be men in every
sense of the vv^ord, at a period when the qualities af men were
put to the most severe tests." She was proud of her children,
and modest in receiving praise for her share in their training,
but her satisfaction in seeing them leaders in warfare, at
the time America's most eventful history was enacted, more
than repaid her. They were not only skilled in military tac-
tics, but their alertness and ingenuity in planning attacks
made their names and deeds linger in every heart and on
every tongue. Their gentlemanly manners, and fascinating
conversational powers, combined with solid common sense,
made them respected and admired, and no social function
was complete until the broad shouldered, handsome figure
of one of Mary Ouigley Brady's sons appeared. They
were everywhere in demand, and had she lived to see them
matured and fully equipped for life's battles, she would have



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found them as much at ease with the womeni of cuhure,
as in the presence of armies. She died at the age of forty-
eight years after a hng-ering ihness, due to the struggles
and exposure of existence on the frontier. She Hved until
independence was established, and the Indians who wrought
so much pain and distress in her family, were driven far
beyond the river. Some of her children were grown and the
younger depended greatly on her wisdom and advice, but
during her protracted weakness, learned to lean on each
other in the affairs of their household.

Hers was a beautiful life, and her love for her family
was supplanted only by her trust in God. She was buried
in the old Lutheran plot in Lewisburg, and later, her re-
mains, with those of her son John and his wife, were re-
moved to the new cemetery. On the gravestone, time-
stained and worn, is the inscription :

Mary, widow of Captain John Brady,
(who' fell in the Revolution of 'j^i)
Departed this life October 20, 1783.
All tears are wiped from her eyes..

She lies far from her kindred, and the dust of her sons
and daughters is widely scattered, scarcely two of them
buried in one place. Some graves are marked with granite
columns, and some lie in lonely spots with nothing but the
tangled grasses to cover their bareness.

2.' i. CAPTAIN SAM^UEL BRADY, b. 1756; m. Drusilla Van
Swearingen.

3. ii. JAMES BRADY, b. 175S, d. Aug. 13, 1778, unmarried.
iii. WILLIAM BRADY, b. 1760, d. in infancy.

4. iv. JOHN BRADY, b. Mar. 18, 1761; m. Jane McCall.

5. V. MARY BRADY, b. Apr. 22, 1764; m. Captain William

Gray.

6. vi. WILLIAM PENN BRADY, b. Aug. 16, 1766; m. Jane

Cooke.

7. vii. GENERAL HUGH BRADY, twin, b. July 27, 1768; m.

Sarah Wallis.

8. viii. JANE BRADY, twin, b. July 27, 1768, d. Feb. 27, 1845,

unmarried.

9. ix. ROBERT QUIGLEY BRADY, b. Sept. 12, 1770; m. Mary

Cooke.
X. AGNES BRADY, b. Feb. 14„1773 d. Nov. 24, 1773.

10. xi. HANNAH BRADY, b. Dec. 3, 1774; m. Robert Gray.
xii. JOSEPH BRADY, b. Aug., 1777, d. in infancy.

11. xiii. LIBERTY BRADY, b. Aug. 9, 1778; m. William Dewart.



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CAPTAIN SAMUEL BRADY.

11. Captain Samuel Brady^ (Mary Quigley Brady-,
James Quigley^) was born 1756 near Shippensburg
Cumberland Co., Penna., died December 25, 1795, given
the title of "Young Sam", to distinguish him from his uncle
Sam; married 1785, Drusilla Van Swearingen, who died
January, 1823. From the pen of an historian of 1846 we
quote the following, relating to the adventures of young
Sam Brady : ''Who has not heard of Brady, captain of the
spies, of his perilous adventures by field and flood, of his
hair-breadth escapes in the imminent deadly breach, of his
chivalrous courage, of his unmatched physical ability and
activity, yet where do we read his history? It is to be
learned only from the aged setttlers of western Pennsyl-
vania, or peradventure from a timeworn ranger, for a few
of his warriors still survive. We trust that an historian
will be found to place Brady of the Rangers with Wayne,
Marion, Lee, and other distinguished patriots whose mem-
ories are immortal. He is emphatically the hero of western
Pennsylvania, and future bards of this region, when time
.shall have mellowed the facts of history, will find his name
the personification of all that was fearless and fruitful of
resource in the hour of danger. His the step that faltered
not, the eye that quailed not, even in the terrific scenes of
Indian warfare. Many a mother has quieted the fears, and
lulled to sleep her infant family, by the assurance that the
•broad Allegheny, the dividing line between the Indians and
the whites, was watched by the gallant Captain of the Ran-
gers; and to their apprehensions of death or captivity, has
replied encouragingly, 'They dare not move on the river,
for there lies Brady and the Rangers'."

He was, when grown to manhood, five feet, eleven and
three- fourth inches in height, and weighed one hundred and
sixty-eight pounds. His remarkable powers of physical
'endurance, his strength and extraordinary agility, were
prominent even before he attained the years of maturity.
His fame and bravery as an Indian fighter and scout has
been woven in story and song, until his name is familiar in
every household. His exploits and services prior to the
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looked after him with bloodthirsty eyes. He was as brave
as he was handsome.

On August 3, 1775, he enlisted, and joined General
Washington at Boston. At the age of nineteen years he
was a full-fledged soldier. At the battle of Long Island, he
distinguished himself, and w^as commissioned lieutenant
in Captain John Doyle's company, Wayne's brigade, ap-
pointed captain by brevet for services at Germantown and
the Brandywine, and was with General Wayne at Chadd's
Ford. After his commission as lieutenant he escaped from
Paoli, at the time of the massacre, and leaped across a deep
enclosure, which enabled him to assist in saving a number
of lives. The chasm was so wide, that from his remarkable
leap, he was called "The Jumper." The British were so
near to him that as he jumped across a fence, they impeded
his progress, by pinning with bayonets his blanket coat to
the rails. He tore himself free, shot a cavalryman, who was
close to him, ran to a swamp, where he with fifty-five men
who had escaped, joined the army in the morning. He
served in western Pennsylvania as a captain-lieutenant,
and until the close of the Revolution appeared on the rolls
of the Third, Sixth and Eighth Pennsylvania Line, in con-
tinuous service in the U. S. Army. He received special ap-
pointments on several occasions from General Washington,
for special duties, and fought at White Plains, and was
one of the gallant defenders at Trenton and Princeton. At
the latter place, as one of Hand's riflemen, he escaped cap-
ture. His impetuosity led him into repeated danger, but his
resourceful mind was ever equal to the emergency.

General Broadhead successfully wrote to General Wash-
ington, and suggested his name as captain, and he was bre-
veted captain August 2, 1779. In the archives of the state,
there is a letter from Colonel Broadhead in w^hich he speaks
of a letter from General Washington, commending Captain
Samuel Brady for assistance and services. The war closed
when he was twenty-seven years old, yet he was noted for
skill and daring, an-^l was everywhere quoted as the scout
who shot to kill.

He was with Colonel Broadhead at Pittsburg, when the-
sad intelligence of his father's death reached him. In the
frenzy of his grief, he raised his hand and made a vow, that



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"Aided by Him who formed yonder sun and heaven, I will
avenge the murder of my father, nor while I live will I ever
be at peace with the Indians of any tribe." Nor was the
opportunity long delayed. The Indians attacked a family
near Pittsburg and killed all excepting a boy and his sister,
who were taken prisoners. Captain Samuel Brady, with
an Indian guide. Cole, determined to rescue them. The sec-
ond evening, the savage tribe camped by a stream of water,
unconscious of the hungry eyes of their pursuers, who eag-
erly thirsted for their fierce, wild blood. As their fire blazed
in the darkness. Cole said "They will sleep by that fire
to-night." "Yes," replied Captain Samuel Brady, "and I will
awake them in a voice of thunder in the morning." With
breathless impatience the scout awaited the dawn, and wath
the first streak of light in the east, he saw an old chief rise
and stir the fire. Instantly a shot rang out, and he fell into
the flame, and in the encounter which followed eight war-
riors were relieved of their scalps. The children were res-
cued, and the boy asked for the Captain's tomahawk, which
he used in cutting off the head of the chief who fell into the
fire saying, "It was he who scalped my mother."

Captain Samuel Brady was to Pennsylvania from Fort
Pitt to Wheeling, what George Rodgers Clark and Daniel
Boone v/ere to Kentucky, and he was a pioneer of the
strongest type. The thrilling adventures of this soldier of
the frontier , and his vigilant endeavors to wipe from the
earth the last trace of the redskins, is one of the most inter-
esting pages of history, and his success sent many a warrior
to the happy hunting ground. His skill in stratagems and
his enterprising disposition, did more towards protecting
the borderland, than his entire regiment besides.

At one time he was pursued by Indians, and jumped into
the hollow of a tree. When the redskins reached the spot,
a spider had woven a web across the opening, and they did
not look into the fallen trunk.

On the Beaver river at Brady's Bend, he with his men
killed a number of the enemy, and Governor McKean
offered a reward of five hundred dollars for violating state
law. He surrendered himself for trial, was honorably ac-
quitted, proved to the jury that the Indians had killed a
family in Virginia, and he simply avenged the murder. To



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him was given the amount of reward offered for his own
person.

On one occasion he took with him on a scouting expe-
dition, according to General Broadhead's instructions, two
comrades, Biggs and Bevington. Near the village of Falls-
town, at a place above the mouth of the Beaver river, they
found the charred walls and chimney of the cabin belonging
to the settler Gray. The Indians who wrought the havoc
were supposed to be in concealment nearby, and the men
were debating their course, when they saw Gray on horse-
back riding toward home. As was the custom, they had
painted their faces, and were dressed in Indian fashion.
The Captain realized the need of tact, for if Gray saw them,
he would probably shoot before an explanation could be
made, so as soon as the settler passed him, he sprang upon
his horse, seized Gray in his arms, and said "Don't struggle,
I'm Sam Brady." With his little party, they examined the
ruins of the cabin, and found no trace of burned bodies, so
Gray felt no> doubt that his wife, her sister, and his five chil-
dren were captives. They soon found the trail, and rapidly
followed. The Indians were not concealed, and were quite
a large force. His men wanted to go back to Fort
Mcintosh for assistance, but their leader pointed out the
necessity of keeping- them in sight, and the four determined
to press on and do or die. Towards nightfall they caught a
glimpse of the Indians crossing a mountain pass about a
mile away, and counted thirteen, together with the two
women and five children. At a famous spring, which after
the adventure of this terrible night was called Bloody
Spring, they built their fire and camped, whilst Captain
Samuel Brady led his party along a creek, which thereafter
bore the name of Brady's Run, to a spur of the mountain
which commanded a view of the camp. Unsuspicious of ob-
serving foes, they prepared their evening meal, while the
Rangers lay concealed nearby.

Finally they fixed themselves in a semi-circle, sur-
rounding the women and children. Their muskets, rifles
and tomahawks were piled at the' foot of a tree, and ere
long, with the dying embers of the fire in the center of the
group, the dusky braves and their prisoners were asleep.
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was to kill them before they awoke. Gray was given the right
of the semi-circle, Bevington the left, choosing the center
for himself, and instructing Biggs to take the firearms and
tomahawks. Their only chance for success, lay in their use
of the scalping knife and tomahawk. Forced to leave their
guns, they crawled on their knees toward the camp. The
sound of a twig which snapped under Biggs' hand woke
an Indian, who raised himself, and hearing nothing further,
went to sleep again. After sufficient interval to allow him
to get into sound slumber, they began anew their snake-like
march. They reached the circle at the same time, and sim-
ultaneously their three knives killed three Indians. Again
the stroke and 3^et again. The third Indian Gray struck did
not die instantly, and was finished with his tomahawk. His
reeling body fell upon the legs of his comrade next him,
who attempted to scream, whereupon the scout's knife sent
him to join his fellows. The three Indians remaining made
efforts to rise, but he killed one with his knife, another
with his tomahawk, and Biggs who had snatched the rifles,
shot the last one. It was only a moment of time, yet the
Captain of the Rangers had ended the lives of six, Beving-
ton three. Gray three, and Biggs one.

The women and children screamed and fled to the woods
when they saw the tomahawks and war painted faces of the
supposed Indians, but were soon overtaken and with horses,
arms, plunder, and scalp of each savage, were returned to
a place of safety. Gray's cabin was a ruin, but willing
hands helped him to rebuild, and before many weeks passed
he had a place he called home.

Captain Samuel Brady worked with unabated energy to
secure as many scalps as possible, for each warrior slain was
one step nearer the successful keeping of his vow to avenge
the death of his father and brother, and for each scalp he
could receive remuneration. In the minutes of the Supreme
Executive Council of Pennsylvania, Joseph Reed, President,
February 19, 1781, an order was drawn "in favor of Col-
onel Archibald Lochry, Lieutenant of the county of West-
moreland, for the sum of 12 lbs., 10 s. in state money,
equal to 2500 dollars. Continental money, to be by him
paid to Captain Samuel Brady, as a reward for an Indian



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scalp, agreeable to a late proclamation of this board."
(Rev. Cyrus Townsend Brady, D. D.)

He was well versed in the wiles of the Indians, and was
ever on their trail, but was captured only a few times.
During one season of captivity, his fertile brain conceived a
plan, which he successfully carried out. His hands were
tied, and in the night, he rolled to the fire, burnt his bonds,
with a heavy stick brained an Indian, and escaped.

In pursuit of some of the Sandusky Indians, in what is
now the state of Ohio, he was nearer losing his life, that
was so valuable to the country, than at any period of his
remarkable career. He ambushed his Rangers at Brady's
Lake. The party they were seeking were most of them
killed, but a larger force of Indians came when the skirmish
was at its height, and after a long fight he was taken
prisoner. A few of his men were overlooked, but the ma-
jority were killed and scalped. As he was a renowned
character, his death was to be delayed until other Indian
tribes could be notified and a general jubilee of rejoicing
held. At last the great day dawned and from far and near
the chiefs with their tribes assembled, to see the most fright-
ful tortures inflicted on their enemy. The fires were lighted
around him but burned low, as he was bound to a stake,
while different bodies of savages came riding in on their
ponies. To add to his torture too, the flames were kept in
check, and his sufifering would have been very severe, had
the Indians not made such confusion during the arrival of
their friends, that the guard was not vigilant, and he
cautiously pulled at the withes which bound his wrists, and
slowly, surely they broke beneath the strain. Some accounts
claim that the heat enabled him to break his bonds, but it was
probably due to his Vv'onderful physical strength. Stripped
of his clothing, he dashed madly across the flame of fire,
according to one writer, seized a squaw, the wife of a
famous chief, according to other historians, her child, threw
her into the fire, and in the attendant turmoil caused by his
desperate deed, he made good his escape. With no weapons
of defense, "O clothing, nothing to eat, and hundreds of In-
dians wildly following with resolute persistence, he ran
through a hundred miles of woods. He hurriedly picked
berries, dug roots and washed them in the streams through



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which he plunged, or secured what food he could get, until
he came to the Cuyahoga river, near the present town of
Kent, Portage Co., Ohio.

He made his way to Standing Rock, and intended to
cross at that ford, but the Indians were awaiting him, and
he ran farther along the bank, to a place where the rocks
rose at some points to a height of twenty-five feet. The
body of the river at the narrowest part was from twenty-
three to thirty feet wide, and was deep and dangerous.
There was no other ford than Standing Rock for miles, and
the Indians felt assured of their prize, but faint heart was
not known to the Captain of the Rangers, and even a rushing
torrent of water did not stop him in his course. Gaining
a less precipitous edge of the cliff, he ran back into the
forest, to get a good start, and was so near the approaching
red men, that he heard their shots and exclamations. Across
the expanse of water, at a height of probably twenty or
twenty-five feet, he bounded, and with the eye of a practiced
marksman, struck the bank on the other side, and stood on
the cliff, as the wild yell and wilder appearance of the first
pursuer denoted his disappointment and rage. He gave
way to his wrath in his desperate utterance of sadness,
*'Brady made damn good jump. Indian no try." Captain
Samuel Brady was wounded in the leg however, and was
overtaken by the Indians who had crossed the ford. With his
strength almost exhausted he dived under the water at
Brady's Lake and concealed himself. He lay among the
lilies breathing through a reed which was hollow, until dan-
ger was past. His leg was in such a condition that blood
oozed from the wound, leaving a crimson trail, by means of
which he was tracked to the lake. Around it they waited
and lisjtered, and concluded he was drowned, and finally re-
turned to their camp, and he to the fort.

A desperate undertaking was that of Brady and Lewis
Wetzel during the "bloody year" of 1782. The western set-
tlements were excited over the rumor that the allied Indian
tribes of that section of country were contemplating a raid
on the whites of the frontier. General Washington ordered
General Broadhead to send two reliable scouts to visit them
and spy on their actions. The daring fighter Brady, as usual
was his first selection, and the choice of his companions



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being left to him, he said he would take but one, and that
one Lewis Wetzel.

Their conspiracy was to represent Indians, which they
did. They went to the grand council at Sandusky, and
claimed to be Shawnees, anxious to join in the attack soon
to be made on the white settlers. Unsuspicious of their
disguise, the Indians were at first friendly and they were
privileged to attend the council meetings, where ways and
means were freely discussed. They became familiar with
their intentions, and learned their plans and mode of pro-
cedure.

For some time they were unsuspected, but one old chief
suddenly began viewing them with suspicious eyes, and the
two men who had noticed his glances, were not surprised
when he started toward them with a tomahawk in his hand.
In an instant the Captain shot him dead, Wetzel felled a
chief, and after some moments of desperate fighting, they
gained the outskirts of the camp, where they sprang on two
fine Kentucky horses, which had been captured. On and on
they rode like two winged demons, their warpaint and
feathers weirdly hideous in the cold March daylight. One
horse g^ve out, but the two men undaunted lost not a
moment, one riding, the other running. They came to the
wigwams of some friendly Delawares, just as their second
horse fell beneath his rider. Securing another, they took
turns, one riding, the other running as before.

At intervals they stopped and shot a pursuer, always
keeping a distance of many yards. When they reached
the Ohio river, they plunged with their horse into the icy tor-
rent. Captain Samuel Brady clung to its back, while Wet-
zel hung to its tail, and struggling and swimming they gain-
ed the other side, leaving the Indians to give up the chase.
It was intensely cold. Their clothes were frozen, long ici-
cles hanging from them, and almost perished, they
attempted to build a fire. Wetzel was scarcely
alive, and to save him, the Captain killed their
horse, disembowelled it, and put his comrade into the
animal, to keep him warm, while he lit the fire. When he
had made a raging heat, he took Wetzel from the horse's
body and rubbed him until he was warm. It was a hair-
breadth escape, and the plan of the Indians was exposed to



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the government, and both scouts were commended
for their courage and the manner in which they
gained the information. The Indian conspiracy was broken
in twain, and the dashing young Captain of the Rangers
was more than ever beloved by the women and children as
their protector, and respected by the men, to whom he was
the embodiment of physical manhood.

Sometime during the year 1780 he made a trip to the
Sandusky towns, to learn the state of affairs with the In-
dians. Alone and unassisted he made a map of the section
of country in which they were located, marked the towns,
went so near their principal town that he was able to cap-
ture two horses and two squaws. He seated the squaws on
the horses, but one dropped unobserved from her horse
when near the Ohio river, and with the other in custody, he
rode through the woods. The ride was monotonous, yet
he was compelled to keep such a sharp lookout for In-
dian trails, that he was not surprised to meet a warrior on
horseback, with a woman in front of him on, the saddle,
and two children running beside them. After studying the
face of the woman for a moment he found her to be Jenny
Stupes, wife of a frontiersman, and determined to save her.
By a marvelous accuracy, he shot the Indian dead, without
inflicting a single injury to the woman. He rolled from the
horse, leaving her bewildered. Captain Samuel Brady was
in disguise, and rushed toward her, in his painted counte-
nance the wild gleam of savagery, in his hand a scalping
knife. Supposing him to be what his disguise indicated,
she said, "Why did you kill your brother?". ''Why, Jenny,
dont you know me? I am Sam Brady", said the captain,


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