The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1883-02-08
LOCHREY'S DAUGHTER.

LOCHREY'S DAUGHTER.
A bevy Of girls, grand-daughters of
the aged lady of the mansion. were as
sembled for their usual summer visit at
the old Beatty homestead. Acting out
child nature everywhere, they beset
Grandmother Beatty one evening for q
story, and when she asscnted, and gave
them the choice among several Incl
dents Of her early days, they naturally
preferred the following, as it relates to
wedding and a baby; TO su iects of
particular interest to girls OF their age
twelve to sixteen.
She always began this oft-told tale
in the same words of half apology:
81 heard it SO many times when l
was CHI Id, and have told il so often
since l became old, that it does seem
as if remember it; though that can not
be, for l was only fifteen months old
when it happened. But it IS just as
true, girls, as if l could recollect it my
self, for / heard my father and grand
mother and others tell it over and
over ever so many times And so
YOU will forgive me if l tell it lust rs
though | remember all about it, for in
deed | can not tell it in any other way.
81 was born in my fathers little
log cabin Just a fortnight a ter it was
my cradle was n roll of bark with two
crooked sticks for rockers. That was
in Westmoreland County, Penn, at Il
place called Miller's Station, two mi es
from Hanna's Town. Both these places
were destroyed by the Indians and new
cr rebuilt they were not far from the
present village of Greenburg.
Those were years of war all over
America, but the frontiers had the hard
est OF it, for British agents kept the In
dians stirred up and supplied them with
guns and ammunition, but the colonies
had all the fighting they could do along
the soaboard, and so had no help to
spare to the borders. Countless muir
ders of women and children were com
mitted by the savages, and hosts of
people carried into captivity. Those
were awful times on the frontiers.
"Well. the incident you have asked
me to tell occurred on the 18th of July,
1892, when | was a baby Just running
alone nicely. There had been many
settlers farther into the wilderness than
NIilIer's Station and Hanna's Town, but
gradually they had been driven back till
our places were the last on the borders
Among tie settlers thus returning were
two Scotch families who stopped and
built cabins near ours, the Courlas and
DCnlaps. Others also settled down at
Nillcr's until, with the great double
mansion of Mr. Miller, the line house of
John BrOwnlee, and several smaller
ones, we had quite a village.
Mary CourIa must have been a
beautiful Scotch girl for her praises
were in everybody's mouth, and as l
first recall her, though thirty years old,
she was a lovely woman. And James
Dunlap was worthy of her, few men l
n Il
bearing. 1t seems that love, like wild
violets, blossoms in the woods as well
as in the fields, and perhaps it is sweet
or there than in the towns where it
makes so much gaudier appearance,
like over-cultivated pansies. At any
rate, James and Mary couTted, low q,
married and lived great many years
ol welded love, all in the borders.
"They were general favOrites in our lit
tie settlement and " icn it was whispered
about that their wedding day was set,
MIR Miller went to James and invited
him to have the wedding at the man
sion and ask in a housefuL James
assented, and when the day came, July
j., it was Il gOodiy company that
gathered to see the lovers united.
Numbers came from Hanna's Town,
chief among them being Mrs. Hanna
herself and her two beautiful daughters,
the aristocraey of Westmoreland.
''In old times the wedding day was
tho brides day, and the next was the
groom 5, and was called the 'infair,
and this was n more festive occasion
than the marriage itself SO You see
my story happened not at a wedding,
really, but al the Unfair.
'sEverything went merry enough
unH the middle of the afternoon.
There had been dancing, and playing,
and great glee after dinner, when sud
denly, like a clap of thunder out OF
a clear sky, terrible war-whoop burst
on their ears, and host of painted
savages rushed into the mansion. 1t
seems they had attacked Hanna Town
about noon most of the people escaping
into the fort; and then, before anybody
could get away to give us warning at
NIiller's, they had come unawares upon
our place.
Most of our people were captured; a
few men who were moving grass in the
meadows, and some who were at home
in their cabins, fled into the woods and
escaped All the wedding company
were taken; the bride and groom, Mrs.
Hanna and her daughters John Brown
lee and all his family but one little
child. which was rescued bv Young
man and hid in rye-tield, in all, forty
five souls. Most OF them were released
and came home within q couple of
YEAR. among them the young married
Couple: but some were tOmahawkcd on
the march. Brownlee was one of these.
He had been a leader against the In
dams in several expedit ons, and some
OF the red men recognized him and re-
membered with anger his bravery. On
the retreat Brownlee was loaded by
them like n pack horse with great
burden of things they had stolen in our
cabins; and he had taken in addition his
Youngest child, about my age, and so
was walking beside his wife. AT one
spot he stopped slightly to arrange his
load, when an Indian sunk tomahaVk