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council, but not a word of the Indian tongue, and yet it seem-
ed as if he knew, and could not help knowing, just exact-
ly what he (Red Jacket) was endeavoring to impress


Sa-go-ye-wat-ha, Os-que-sont.
Red Jacket's Tomahawk,

upon his auditors, for" said he, "he spoke with his hands
and arms, his eyes and every feature of his face, and every
movement of his body". He said it was "simply wonderful",
and that he "had listened to many of the noted orators of his
day, but none of them, in his opinion, equalled Red Jacket".

A short time before his death he visited the cabins of his
most intimate friends, telling them he was passing away and his
counsels would be heard no more, closing with these words
which are indeed truly eloquent and are equal in classic beauty,
to the great passages of the great orators not only of the past
but of the present.

"I am about to leave you, and when I am gone and my
warnings shall no longer be heard, nor regarded, the craft and
avarice of the white man will prevail. Many winters have I
breasted the storm, but I am an aged tree. I can stand no



longer. My leaves are fallen, my branches are withered, and
I am shaken by every breeze. Soon my aged trunk will be
prostrate, and the foot of the exulting foe of the Indian, may
be placed upon it in safety; for I leave none who will be able
to avenge such an indignity. Think not I mourn for myself.
I go to join the spirits of my fathers, where age cannot come,
but my heart fails when I think of my people, who are soon to
be scattered and forgotten".

Tall Chief, Little Beard, Long Beard, Destroy Town, Parrot
Nose, Big Kettle, George Powderhorn, Young King, Pollard
Cornplanter, Col. Shongo, Gov. Blacksnake, Copperhead, were
the names of some of the Indians of note who were known to
the pioneers.



Through the courtesy of Frank H. Severance, Secretary of
the Buffalo Historical Society, Mr. Tucker was permitted to
sketch the pipe-tomahawk and wampum belt, from the original
articles in the collection of the society. So the reader can be
assured that these pictures are correct in every detail; unlike
in this respect, the many spurious ones which have been turned
out by unscrupulous artists and writers on a confiding reading

The card of the Historical Society, reads "Red Jacket's
tomahawk. Presented to him by Washington".

Os-que-sont is the Seneca for tomahawk, hatchet — axe, so
Sa-go-ye-wat-ha, Os-que-sont is proper for Red Jacket's hatchet
or axe.

Mary Jemison.


'The white woman of the Genesee".

Mary Jemison, the
white woman of the
Genesee, was exten-
sively known over a
large part of western
New York, during the
last quarter of the 18th,
and the first quarter of
the 19th centuries. The
pathetic story of her
capture by the Indians
and adoption into an
Indian family, her seem-
ingly satisfied life
among them, and her intermarriages with them, invested her
life with much of the romantic: and the interesting account
has been read and re-read by most people who are acquainted
•with western New York history.

The picture which accompanies this chapter is taken from
a painting by Mr. Carlos Stebbins, of Pike, an artist of
much celebrity. The painting is kept in the log cabin at Sil-
ver Lake. It was made by getting a symposium of the per-
sonal recollections of many old residents who knew her, and
is supposed to convey a very clear idea of her appearance dur-
ing the last years of her life. Those who are acquainted with


Mr. Stebbins' portrait, will at once detect a little change about
the head and feet, which Mr. Tucker felt warranted in making
ill copying. She died on the Buffalo reservation in 1833, and
was there buried, but in March 1874, Hon. Wm. P. Letchworth,
with the consent of her descendants and all interested, caused
her remains to be removed to the council house grounds at
Glen Iris, Portage Falls, where an appropriate monument has
been erected, on which is copied the inscription which was on
the original grave stone, near Buffalo.

Mr. Letchworth has recently put out another edition of her
life, beautifully bound and finely illustrated.

The Old Trundle Bed.

Oh the old trundle bed where I slept when a boy!

What canopied king might not covert the joy?
The glory and peace of that slumber of mine,

Like a long, gracious rest in the bosom divine:
The quaint, homely couch, hidden close from the light,

But daintily drawn from its hiding at night,
Oh, a nest of delight, from the foot to the head,

Was the queer little, dear little old trundle bed.

Oh the old trundle bed, where I wondering saw

The stars through the window, and listened with awe
To the sigh of the winds as they tremblingly crept

Through the trees where the robins so restlessly slept:
Where I heard the low murmurous chirp of the wren.

And the katydid listlessly chirrup again,
Till my fancies grew faint and were drowsily led

Through the maze of the dreams of the old trundle bed.

Oh the old trundle bed, Oh the old trundle bed!

With the plump little pillow and the old fashioned spread.
Its snowy white sheets, and its blankets above,

Smoothed down and tucked round with the touches of love.
The voice of my mother to lull me to sleep

With the old fairy stories my memories keep
Still fresh as the lilies that bloom o'er the head,

Once bowed o'er my own in the old trundle bed.

James Whitcomb Rilev.

The Old Log House.

Photo by E. P. Ay

To the minds of many this old log house, typical of the bet-
ter class, last to be built, and longest to survive, is eminently

The framed addition betokening prosperity is noticeable,
and the well built chimney, doubtless succeeded the stick and
mud affair so prevalent for many years. It stands on the
farm of Mr. Geo. Amsden in Cuba, N. Y., and was built some
seventy years ago.

Strange indeed is the medley of events of which this old
house is the reminder. It suggests the spinning wheel, the
loom, the tin oven and well sweep, and doubtless has been
the scene of all the incidents, usual and unusual, to the "clear-
ing up period" of a new country.

The Ruined Hearth.

Hard by some aged apple tree,

Or where the "live-forever" grows,

A mound of earth and stones we see,
Where once the settler's cabin rose.

A tangled clump of roses near.

Still blooms in Jume, where long ago

A root, the housewife planted here,
A fragrant blessing to bestow.


Or lovely stands a lilac where,
Beside the humble cabin door,

Its Persian perfume filled the air,
An oriental gift of yore.

Stern was the strife, and hard the lot,
Of those who came these lands to clear,

But woman sought to make the spot
A little paradis.e of cheer.

Near by a spring, that welled from earth
Its waters clear as Naiad's bath,

The settler fixed his humble hearth.
And joined them by a well worn path.

Long lost, as ties that friends unite
Are severed by time's wasting hand;

The fire place with its cheerful light,
Is but a memory in the land.

Once, happy children played about
This hearth now desolate, then warm,

When fierce wild winter raged without,
Their merry voices mocked the storm.

And youth in eager search for lore —
(Few books stern poverty supplied)

The well thumbed pages oft would pore,
By fire light at the chimney side.

Here joy and grief, and love and hate —
All passions of the human breast,

Have joined to swell the sum of fate.
Deep in the grave their victims rest.


Old Hearthstonelcould the half be known

Of all the secrets thou dost hold,
E'en worthy of Rosetta stone,
Would be the tale thou would'st unfold:

For thou, our country's cradle art,

The altar of our social ties^
Here beat the people's truest heart.

Was found unselfish sacrifice.

Then let the grassy mound remain.

All undisturbed in peace tc lie,
Leave it unharmed — a mute refrain,

A memory ■of days gone by.

By E. Manley Wilson.

Note — The "mound of earth .amd stones" pictured above
•shows what a few years ago was left of the chimney stack of
the cabin of Major Moses Van Campen, in McHenry Valley,
Almond, N. Y. The photo from which the drawing was made
was taken by Mr. LaFrone Merriman late of Hornellsville-
The chimney was built in 1796.


The School House ...,., 1

The Pupils 7

The Teachers 12

Master Wayback's School, 19

Boarding Around 27

Ye Spelling Bee . . 33

The Singing School , 42

The Old Well 50

The Pioneer Surveyor - 51

Frontier Conditions 60

The Logging Bee 67

The Raising . . 72

The Wolves 77

Ear Marks . 81

The Pioneer Doctor . . 82

Early Religious Services , 87

The Pioneer Store 92

Conditions Improve 95

Whipping The Cat ^ 103

The Wayside Inn . 106

Bill Moseley's Turkey Shoot 112

General Training 119

Jonathan Thatcher 123

Red Jacket 127

Mary Jemison 131

The Old Trundle Bed 133

The Old Log House 134

The Ruined Hearth 135



Master Wayback 14

The School Ma'am 17

Going to Spelling: School 35

Old Fire Shovel 41

Spinning Flax 48

Well Sweep 50

Surveyors at Work 57

Tin Lantern 58

Surveying Instruments 59

Breaking into the Woods 61

Settler's First Cabin 62

Bake Kettle 64

Tin Oven 64

Tinder Box 65

Bellows 5

Candle Stick 6

Dipping Candles 71

Waffle Irons 76

Pioneer Cheese Press 80

Turnkeys 84

Foot Stove 90

Andirons "1

Ox Frame 96

Breaking Flax, Etc 97

Baby's Cradle 97

Fire Place 98

Woman Spinning 99

Barn Yard Scene 100

Grandfather's Clock 101

Cutting Grain With Sickle 102

Stage Coach, Etc 107

Bar-room Scene 109


Warming Pan 110

Tom Trimsharp 113

The Parade (General Training) 121

Flint Lock Rifle 122

Sa-go-ya-wat-ha Os-que-sont 129

Red Jacket's Wampum Belt 130

Chimney Stack 135

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