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A local history enthusiast in the 19th century interviewed a Mrs. Keziah Batten Shearer, born at the site of Rivesville (near Prickett’s Fort) in 1776.
The David Morgan Monument was erected on his property in honor of his exploits against the Indians |
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Fairfax's estate, which constituted the boundary between Maryland and Virginia. (Mason / Dixon) The monument known as the Fairfax stone, at the mouth of the Potomac River, commemorates their labors. He fought under Capt. Chas. Lewis during the French and Indian War. JACOB PRICKETT SR., & DAVID MORGAN were both among the defenders of Washington's Fort Necessity. ( 1757) They also fought under Gen. Edward Braddock in the disastrous march on Fort Duquesne (9 July 1755) and other important battles of this war. "In 1833, George Cox, while sick in bed and remembering the past, told his cousin Abraham Cox, of West Liberty, who was then twenty-four years old, that in May, 1757, his father, Reuben Cox; Garrret and Tobias Decker, brothers; DAVID MORGAN, Nathaniel Springer, John Ice, Henry Falls, Samuel Bingaman, and others, trailed about twenty Indians and two Frenchmen from the South Branch of the Potomac River--where these Indians had murdered six white men and carried off another, George Delay--across the Allegheny Mountains and onto Cheat River, where they overtook and skirmished with them, killing seven Indians and one Frenchman." This happened about five or six miles above where the Ice family kept a ferry. Delay was wounded and died of his injuries while being carried across the mountains. Cox goes on to say that his father and DAVID MORGAN, among others, pursued the fleeing French and Indians, to Bingaman Cree k, on the West Fork River. Here they lost the enemy's trail. DAVID MORGAN, Nathaniel Springer, Cox and others, then returned home to the South Branch, where they camped for about two weeks at the mouth of Deckers Creek. During this time, they hunted, gathered ginseng, and explored the Deckers Creek valley. (pp. 81; NOW AND LONG AGO, Glenn Lough) He moved to the mouth of Red Stone Creek, PA, in 1769; staying 2 yrs. (Fayette or Washington Co PA? "Redstone now Brownsville" Then he moved to Marion Co., W VA in 1771. He served as a Private in Wm. Haymond's Co., during the Revolution, where they saw action in PA. (Joined 1777) In 1777, called the "Bloody year of the three sevens", there were many British sponsored Indian depredations. Two invasions were made into the Monongahela Valley. According to the "Morgan Bible" [vss - does this refer to French Morgan's book ?] David Morgan killed 7 Indians total; earning the title: "The Great Indian Fighter". In 1778, aged 57, he arose from a sickbed, where it is said he had dreamed he saw his children running around the fort scalped, and killed 2 Braves who were stalking Stephen, 16, & Sarah, 14. In the violent confrontation, David lost a finger of his left hand and had another one severed when a Brave threw his tomahawk at David's head. There are affidavits of people who claim to have seen a shot pouch made from a Brave 's tanned skin. Some claim David skinned one of the Indians. (Which is doubtful as he was ill and injured.) Others claim that refugees at Prickett 's Fort tanned the Brave, making 2 shot pouches and one girth from the leather; then presented them to David. David was one of the builders of Fort Paw Paw. (Rivesville, WV) In the book `Now and Long Ago' written in 1969, by Glenn D. Lough, pronounced Low, there are a lot of stories about David. In 1785, in one of the few natural clearings in the "Big Shade", Thomas Stone was surprised, killed and scalped by Indians. JACOB PRICKETT SR., found the body. He got together with DAVID MORGAN, JOHN BUNNER and Nathaniel Springer, and "they trail ed the savages for two days and nights, to Middle Island Creek, where the trail was lost in a rain-storm." (pp. 39) Another story is told of a woman known as`Aunt Sukey Nourse', who, in 1786, was drowned in Paw Paw Creek for being a witch. The story goes that some people's cattle had strangled to death on hair-balls. It was decided that it was of Aunt Sukey's doing, so they tied her up and threw her into the creek, where she drowned. The relater, Keziah Batten Shearer (1776-1872), continued: "David Morgan and some others were mad about it. Most people was glad and said she deserved it because she was a witch." (pps 9-10) There was a painting of David as a young man. Where it is or even if it still exists, I don't know. HOWEVER, people who had seen this painting said that Francis H. Pierpoint, a great-nephew of David's, and Gov. of [West] VA in 1861-1868, was "the spittin' image of his great-uncle Dave." (Sans scar of course.) The representative painting was based on this. His son MORGAN was a slave owner. One wonders if the Great One was also? On 12 Oct 1889, a 14 foot tall monument was dedicated to him. It stands on the spot where one of the Indians died. The place had been marked by a dogwood tree that had sprung up there, by its own accord, but after many years it had died leaving only a stump. The family was concerned that future generations would not know the spot where the event occurred, and desired a more permanent marker.
There have been many versions told of David Morgan's famous encounter with the Indians. The earliest description was printed in the May, 1779 issue of the United States Magazine. This was in the form of a letter that recounted the incident that had taken place only a month earlier. [vss - need to track down that 1779 version!]
[see son's version - Stephen Morgan, was the sheriff of Monongalia County when he made a statement to the Monongalia Gazette, of Morgantown, in October of 1808 regarding his father's famous encounter]
Alexander S. Withers, Chronicles of Border Warfare, or A History of the Settlement by the Whites of North-Western Virginia and of the Indian Wars and Massacres in the Section of the State, with Reflections, Anecdotes, &c ., publ. 1831. Here is the the story of the incident from Withers' book ( pp. 276-279):
"In the neighborhood of Prickett's Fort, the inhabitants were early alarmed, by circumstances which induced a belief that Indians were near, and they accordingly entered that garrison. It was soon evident that their fears were groundless, but as the season was fast approaching when the savages might be expected to commence depredations, they determined on remaining in the fort, of a night, and yet prosecute the business of their farms as usual during the day. Among those who were at this time in the fort was David Morgan, then upwards of sixty years of age. Early in April, being himself unwell, he sent his two children - Stephen, a youth of sixteen, and Sarah, a girl of fourteen - to feed the cattle at his farm, about a mile off. The children, thinking to remain all day and spend the ti me in preparing ground for watermelons, unknown to their father took with them some bread and meat. Having fed the stock, Stephen set himself to work, and while he was engaged in grubbing, his sister would remove the brush, and otherwise aid him in the labor of clearing the ground; occasionally going to the house to wet some linen which she had spread out to bleach. Morgan, after the children had been gone some time, betook himself to bed, and soon falling asleep, dreamed that he saw Stephen and Sarah walking about the fort yard, scalped. Aroused from slumber by the harrowing spectacle presented to his sleeping view, he inquired if the children had returned, and upon learning they had not, he set out to see what detained them, taking with him his gun. As he approached the house, still impressed with the horrible fear that he should find his dream realized, he ascended an eminence, from which he could distinctly see over his plantation, and descrying from thence the objects of his anxious solitude, he proceeded directly to them, and seated himself on an old log, near at hand. He had been here but a few minutes, before he saw two Indians come out from the house and make toward the children. Fearing to alarm them too much, and thus deprive them of the power of exerting themselves ably to make an escape, he apprised them in a careless manner of their danger, and told them to run towards the fort -- himself still maintaining his seat on the log. The Indians then raised a hideous yell and ran in pursuit; but the old gentleman shewing himself at that instant, caused them to forbear the chase, and shelter themselves behind trees. He then endeavored to effect an escape, by flight, and the Indians followed aft er him. Age and consequent infirmity rendered him unable long to continue out of their reach; and aware that they were gaining considerably on him, he wheeled to shoot. Both instantly sprang behind trees, and Morgan seeking shelter in the same manner, got behind a sugar, which was so small as to leave part of his body exposed. Looking around, he saw a large oak about twenty yards farther, and he made to it. Just as he reached it, the foremost Indian sought security behind the sugar sapling, which he had found insufficient for his protection. The Indian, sensible that it would not shelter him, threw himself down by the side of a log which lay at the root of the sapling. But this did not afford him sufficient cover, and Morgan, seeing him exposed to a shot, fired at him. The ball took effect, and the savage, rolling himself over on his back, stabbed himself twice in the breast.
"Having thus succeeded in killing one of his pursuers, Morgan again took to flight, and the remaining Indian after him. It was now that trees could afford him no security. His gun was unloaded, and his pursuer could approach him safely. The unequal race was continued about sixty yards, when looking over his shoulder, he saw the savage within a few paces of him, and with his gun raised. Morgan sprang to one side, and the ball whizzed harmlessly by him. The odds were not now great, and both advanced to closer combat, sensible of the prize for which they had to contend, and each determined to deal death to his adversary. Morgan aimed a blow with his gun; but the Indian hurled a tomahawk at him, which cutting the little finger of his left hand entirely off, and injuring the one next to it very much, knocked the gun out of his grasp, and they closed. Being a good wrestler, Morgan succeeded in throwing the Indian; but soon found himself overturned, and the savage upon him, feeling for his knife and sending forth a most horrifick yell, as is their custom when they consider victory as secure. A woman's apron, which he had taken from the house and fastened around him above his knife, so hindered him in getting at it quickly, that Morgan, getting one of his fingers in his mouth, deprived him of t he use of that hand, and disconcerted him very much by continuing to grind it between his teeth. At length the Indian got hold of his knife, but so far towards the blade, that Morgan too got a small hold on the extremity of the handle; and as the Indian drew it from the scabbard, Morgan, biting his finger with all his might, and thus causing him somewhat to rel ax his grasp, drew it through his hand, gashing it most severely.
"By this time both had gained their feet, and the Indian, sensible of the great advantage gained over him, endeavored to disengage himself; but Morgan held fast to the finger until he succeeded in giving him a fatal stab, and felt the almost lifeless body sinking in his arms. He then loosened his hold and departed for the fort.
"On his way he met with his daughter, who not being able to keep pace with her brother, had followed his footsteps to the river bank where he had plunged in, and was then making her way to the canoe. Assured thus far of the safety of his children, he accompanied his daughter to the fort and then, in company with a party of the men, returned to his farm, to see if there were any appearance of other Indians being about there. On arriving at the spot where the desperate struggle had been, the wounded Indian was not to be seen; but trailing him by the blood which flowed profusely from his side, they found him concealed in the branches of a fallen tree. He had taken the knife from his body, bound up the wound with the apron, and on their approaching him, accosted them familiarly, with the salutation `How do broder, how do broder.' Alas! Poor fellow! Their brotherhood extended no farther than to the gratification of a vengeful feeling. He was tomahawked and scalped; and, as if this would not fill the measure of their vindictive passions, both he and his companion were flayed, their skins tanned and converted into saddle seats, shot pouches, and belts -- A striking instance of the barbarities, which a revengeful spirit will lead its possessors to perpetuate."
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The source for this information comes from the website work of Kelley Lee Ward found in 2009 at:
http:/www.geocities.com/kward79index.html?20096 77 "David Morgan stood six feet, one inch tall, weighed about 190 pounds, powerfully built, and had black hair and black eyes. He had a large scar on his cheek that he had gotten when he was soldiering with Braddock's army. His contemporaries say that he was one of the kindest people and the best neighbor that you could ever have. He was fearless when it came to Indians or wild beasts, and the only time he was ever out-shot was by his young friend JOHN BUNNER. David was not a man to suffer cowards gladly. He liked to talk like the frontiersman that he was, and threw off the genteel speech that characterized both his brothers, Col. Zackwell, and the young Reverend Morgan Morgan. But when the time came for his "company manners and speech" he was more than up for the task. His son said that he was a bit overindulgent with his children.
When he died, at 93, he was still pretty robust, and most of his hair was still black. He only lost his teeth in extreme old age. When he died, his body was held for five days to allow time for his friends and family from all over to get there. "Slow River Charlie" Nourse went around telling everyone that "If ever things get so bad they can't be fixed, he (David) would put his bones and meat back together and come back and set things to rights." He carved the headstones for both himself and his wife. "He was honest and a first-rate surveyor whose surveys were so good that they are entered in the deed books."
He was appointed by the colonial Gov. of VA to assist Steven Holsten in making surveys & explorations of the SW part of the state. Later, he was appointed one of the commissioners on the part of the colony of VA to assist George Washington, in 1748, in discovering and establishing the North boundary of Lord Fairfax's estate, which constituted the boundary between Maryland and Virginia. (Mason / Dixon) The monument known as the Fairfax stone, at the mouth of the Potomac River, commemorates their labors.
He fought under Capt. Chas. Lewis during the French and Indian War. JACOB PRICKETT SR., & DAVID MORGAN, were both among the defenders of Washington's Fort Necessity. (1757) they also fought under Gen. Edward Braddock in the disastrous march on Fort Duquesne dew-cane, (9 July 1755) and other important battles of this war.
"In 1833, George Cox, while sick in bed and remembering the past, told his cousin Abraham Cox, of West Liberty, who was then twenty-four years old, that in May, 1757, his father, Reuben Cox; Garret and Tobias Decker, brothers; DAVID MORGAN, Nathaniel Springer, John Ice, Henry Falls, Samuel Bingaman, and others, trailed about twenty Indians and two Frenchmen from the South Branch of the Potomac River--where these Indians had murdered six white men and carried off another, George Delay--across the Allegheny Mountains and onto Cheat River, where they overtook and skirmished with them, killing seven Indians and one Frenchman." This happened about five or six miles above where the Ice family kept a ferry. Delay was wounded and died of his injuries while being carried across the mountains. Cox goes on to say that his father and DAVID MORGAN, among others, pursued the fleeing French and Indians, to Bingaman Creek, on the West Fork River. Here they lost the enemy's trail. DAVID MORGAN, Nathaniel Springer, Cox and others, then returned home to the South Branch, where they camped for about two weeks at the mouth of Deckers Creek. During this time, they hunted, gathered ginseng, and explored the Deckers Creek valley. (pp. 81; NOW AND LONG AGO) He moved to the mouth of Red Stone Creek, PA, in 1769; staying 2 yrs. (Fayette or Washington Co PA? "Redstone now Brownsville" Then he moved to Marion Co., WVA in 1771. He served as a Private in Wm. Haymonds Co., during the Revolution, where they saw action in PA. (Joined 1777) In 1777, called the "Bloody year of the three sevens", there were many British sponsored Indian depredations. Two invasions were made into the Monongahela Valley. According to the "Morgan Bible" David Morgan killed 7 Indians total; earning the title: "The Great Indian Fighter".
In 1778, aged 57, he arose from a sickbed, where it is said he had dreamed he saw his children running around the fort scalped, and killed 2 Braves who were stalking Stephen, 16, & Sarah, 14. In the violent confrontation, David lost a finger of his left hand and had another one severed when a Brave threw his tomahawk at David's head. There are affidavits of people who claim to have seen a shot pouch made from a Brave's tanned skin. Some claim David skinned one of the Indians. (This is doubtful as he was ill and injured.) Others claim that refugees at Prickett's Fort tanned the Brave, making 2 shot pouches and one girth from the leather; then presented them to David.
David was one of the builders of Fort Paw Paw. (Rivesville, WV) In the book Now and Long Ago written in 1969, by Glenn D. Lough, pronounced Low there are a lot of stories about David. In 1785, in one of the few natural clearings in the "Big Shade", Thomas Stone was surprised, killed and scalped by Indians. JACOB PRICKETT SR., found the body. He got together with DAVID MORGAN, JOHN BUNNER and Nathaniel Springer, and "they trailed the savages for two days and nights, to Middle Island Creek, where the trail was lost in a rain-storm." (pp. 39)
Another story is told of a woman known as `Aunt Sukey Nourse', who, in 1786, was drowned in Paw Paw Creek for being a witch. The story goes that some people's cattle had strangled to death on hair-balls. It was decided that it was of Aunt Sukey's doing, so they tied her up and threw her into the creek, where she drowned. The relater, Keziah Batten Shearer (1776-1872), continued: "David Morgan and some others were mad about it. Most people were glad and said she deserved it because she was a witch." (pps 9-10)
There was a painting of David as a young man. Where it is or even if it still exists is unknown. HOWEVER, people who had seen this painting said that Francis H. Pierpoint, a great-nephew of David's, and Gov. of VA in 1861-1868, was "the spitting' image of his great-uncle Dave." A representative painting was based on this.
His son MORGAN was a slave owner. One wonders if the Great One was also. On 12 Oct 1889, a 14 foot tall monument was dedicated to him. It stands on the spot where one of the Indians died. The place had been marked by a dogwood tree that had sprung up there, by its own accord, but after many years it had died leaving only a stump. The family was concerned that future generations would not know the spot where the event occurred, and desired a more permanent marker."
Note NI316David Morgan (frontiersman) From Wikipedia. David Morgan was a famous frontiersman in what is now the state of West Virginia. He was the third child of Morgan Morgan, traditionally stated to be the first white settler in West Virginia. David was a friend of George Washington and Patrick Henry. He participated in many battles of the Revolutionary War and helped defend Fort Duquesne. A younger brother Zackquill (Zackwell) Morgan founded Morgantown, West Virginia which is the town where West Virginia University is located. In 1745, he built a log cabin at Bunker Hill, West Virginia and resided there until 1772, when he moved to [what is now] Marion County, West Virginia. Now known as the Morgan-Gold House, it was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1985. He is a direct ancestor of West Virginia Governor Ephraim F. Morgan (1869'96 1950) and Congressman William S. Morgan (1801'96 1878. ??Is this the David Morgan that this story is about??
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History and Progress of the County of Marion, West Virginia by George A. Dunnington, Publisher 1880
CHAPTER VII: CAPTAIN BOOTH KILLED-- CAPTURE OF CAPTAIN COCHRAN-- DAVID MORGAN'S ENCOUNTER WIITH TWO INDIANS.
On the 16th of June, 1778 Captain James Booth and Nathaniel Cochran were at work in a field on Booth's creek, near where the little village of Briertown is now situated. They were surprised by a party of Indians, who fired upon them killing Booth, and slightly wounding Cochran, who betook himself to flight, hoping to get beyond the range of the Indians' guns and escape; in this he did not succeed, for he was overtaken by them, made prisoner and carried into their towns.
The death of Captain Booth was mournfully regretted by the settlers, for he was a man of great energy, good education, and possessed extraordinary talents. He was probably the most prominent man in the settlements, and his death was felt to be a very great loss. Cochran was afterwards taken by the Indians from their towns in Ohio to Detroit, where he was sold and remained a captive for a long period. While at Detroit he made an attempt to escape, and would have succeeded had he not unfortunately taken a path which led him directly to the old Maumee towns, where he was recaptured, and, after being detained for a time, was sent back to Detroit. After enduring many hardships and suffering many privations, being traded backwards and forwards among the Indians of that section and Canada, he was finally exchanged, and found his way home.
A youth of scarce eighteen when taken by the Indians, he returned a man of thirty-five. He was afterwards a Captain in the militia, and lived to a ripe old age. Five of his children are still living in this state. They are William Cochran, the oldest, age 91, living at Worthington; James, father of Nathaniel. Cochran of Fairmont, who lives in Jackson county; John, living near the mouth of Booth's creek; Mrs. Hannah Rowan, and Mrs. Polly Bowman, who live near Booth's creek.
Two or three days after the killing of Capt. Booth, the same party of Indians met Benjamin Shinn, Wm. Grundy and Benjamin Washburn returning from the head of Booth's creek, and Grundy fell a victim to the savages; going on farther, the Indians saw a boy about sixteen years old standing in the path leading from Simpson's to Booth's creek, mending his saddle-girth. They fired at him, and the ball passing directly through him, killing both himself and his horse.
These inroads made by the Indians in 1778 led the inhabitants to make greater preparations for security than ever before, fearing that when the winter was over hostilities would be again renewed. Many of the settlements received accessions to their number from the emigrants who were constantly, arriving, and the population gradually increased until it was evident that the time was rapidly approaching when the progress of civilization would be so great that the uncivilized must give way before it, for every settler lessened the dangers of frontier life as he increased its power to repel them,
Their troubles were not yet over, however, for early in the year 1779, the settlers were alarmed by circumstances which led to the belief that Indians were lurking in the neighborhood. The inhabitants around Prickett's fort especially became alarmed and entered the fort; yet their fears seemed groundless, for days passed and no signs of the Indians were seen. A sense of security began to take possession of them; but as spring was rapidly approaching, the season when the savages usually commenced their depredations, they continued to make the fort their place of abode at night, but attended to their farm duties during the day. Among those who sought refuge in Prickett's fort was the David Morgan mentioned in a former chapter, who at the time was upwards of seventy years of age. About the first of April, being unwell himself, he sent his two children--Stephen, a youth of sixteen (afterwards the father of the late Hons. William S. and Charles Morgan,) and Sarah, a girl of fourteen--to feed the cattle on his farm, which on the opposite side of the river about a mile distant. Unknown to their father; who supposed they would return immediately, the children took with them bread and meat for a lunch, and resolved to spend the day on the farm, preparing the ground for watermelons. Accordingly, after feeding the stock, Stephen set himself to work, his sister helping him in various ways, and occasionally going to the cabin, a short distance west of where they were, to wet some linen she was bleaching. After the children left the house Morgan, whose illness increased, went to bed, and falling asleep, dreamed that he saw Sarah and Stephen walking about the yard of the fort, scalped. This dream, which under any circumstances would not tend to produce a comfortable feeling in the mind of the dreamer, caused Morgan no little apprehension, when on awaking he found the children were still absent. Taking with him his gun he immediately set out for the farm to see what detained them. Impressed with the fear that he would find his horrible dream realized, he ascended a slight eminence which overlooked the field where the children were, and was overjoyed to see them safe talking busily as they worked. Unobserved by them, he sat down to rest on an old log, commanding a full view of them and the cabin, he had been there but a short time when, happening to look towards the house, he saw two Indians stealing from it towards the children. Fearing a sudden alarm would deprive them of their self-possession and unfit them for escape, Morgan retained his seat upon the log, and in a low voice, with as careless a manner as he could assume, told them of their danger and said, "run to the fort." The children instantly started and the Indians with hideous yells immediately pursued them. At this moment Morgan made himself known, and the Indians giving up the chase, sheltered themselves from his bullets behind two trees. Believing that discretion is the better part of valor, and not wishing to fight against such odds, Morgan then attempted to place himself out of danger by flight, but age and infirmity prevented his making much headway, and he soon realized that he would be speedily overtaken by the Indians, who were following in hot pursuit. Resolved to die game, he suddenly wheeled and made ready to fire at them, but seeing the motion they instantly sprang behind trees, and Morgan, wishing to save himself in the same manner, got behind a sugar sapling, but finding it insufficient for his protection he quitted it for a large oak a short distance further on. One of the Indians then took possession of the sapling he had just left, but seeing it could not shelter him, threw himself down behind a log which lay at the root of the tree. This also was not sufficient to cover him, and Morgan seeing him exposed, fired at him. The ball took effect and the savage, rolling over on his back stabbed himself twice. Having thus rid himself of one of his pursuers Morgan again took to flight, the surviving Indian close upon him. There were now no trees to shield him, and the Indian could readily overtake him; and his gun being unloaded he had no means of defense. The race had continued for about ten yards, when looking over his shoulder Morgan observed the Indian almost upon him with his gun raised. Morgan watched closely the Indian's finger upon the trigger and as he pressed it sprang to one side, letting the bullet whiz harmlessly by. Seeing that a hand-to-hand encounter was inevitable, Morgan then aimed a blow with his gun at his adversary, who in return hurled his tomahawk at him, cutting off three fingers of his left hand and knocking the weapon from his grasp. They then closed, and Morgan, being a good wrestler in spite of his years, succeeded in throwing the Indian. He was not strong enough to maintain his position, however, for the Indian was soon on top of him, and with a yell of triumph began feeling for his knife, with which to dispatch him. Fortunately for Morgan, the savage, while in the house had seen a woman's apron, and, pleased with its bright color, had- taken and bound it around his waist above the knife; this hindered him from getting at the knife quickly and while he continued fumbling for it, Morgan succeeded in getting one of the Indian's fingers in his mouth. Finally the Indian found his knife, grasping it near the blade, while Morgan caught hold of the extremity of the handle, and as the redskin drew it from its scabbard, the old man closed his teeth on the finger he held with terrible force, causing the savage involuntarily to relax his grasp, Morgan quickly drew the knife through his hand and in an instant plunged it into his body, then, feeling the Indian sink lifeless back in his arms, he loosed his grasp and started for the fort. Meantime, Sarah, unable to keep pace with her brother, who by this time had reached the fort, followed in his footsteps until she came to the river where he had plunged in and swam across. She was making her way to the canoe when her father overtook her and they crossed to the fort together. After relating his adventures to the occupants of the fort, Morgan, well nigh exhausted, retired to rest, while a party of men went to the farm to see if traces of any other Indians could be found. On arriving at the place where the struggle had taken place the wounded Indian was not to be seen. They trailed him by the blood which had flowed from his side, and presently found him concealed in the branches of a tree. As they came towards him he greeted them appealingly with the salutation, "How do do broder, how do broder," and surrendered himself into their hands. Then occurred a most shocking scene. The vindictive passions of the men were fully aroused; so that they tomahawked and scalped the wounded Indian--a proceeding worthy of savage warfare--and as if the measure of their revenge was not filled, they flayed him, tanned his skin, and converted it into shot pouches and belts.
The above incident took place on that part of Morgan's plantation which is a short distance north-east of the residence of the late George P. Morgan. David's cabin stood near where the burying ground of the Morgan family is now situated, and his body, with those of his family, rest within the enclosure.
About two months after this occurrence, as John Owens, John Juggins and Owen Owens were going to their corn field on Booth's creek, they were attacked by Indians, who killed and scalped John Owens and John Juggins, but Owen Owens succeeded in making his escape. A son of John Owens, who had been sent to the pasture for the horses, to use in plowing, heard the report of the gun, and not suspecting anything was wrong, came riding along on one horse, leading another. He was first observed by the Indians, and made aware of their presence by the bullets that came whistling past him. None of them took effect, however, and the Indians made a futile attempt to capture him by catching hold of the bridle reins, but he urged forward his horse and escaped unhurt.
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URL: http:/www.rootsweb.com/~hcpd/norman/MORGAN/MORGAN 20060606pph David Morgan, a son of Morgan and Catherine (Garretson) Morgan, was born in Christiana, New Castle County DE May 12, 1721 and died in Harrison County VA (WV) May 19, 1813. He was in the French and Indian wars and was a veteran of the American Revolution. He was known as "David the Indian Fighter" because of his activities against the red man. He married Sarah Stevenson. Sarah was born in PA October 26, 1725 and died in Harrison County May 15, 1799. In 1768, the family was living in the area of New Geneva, PA. In 1772, they moved to Monongalia County VA (WV) in the area of present day Morgantown, WV. The family moved to what is Marion County VA (WV), where they lived out their lives. URL: http://www.geocities.com/kward79david1.html 20090915pph David Morgan Stephen Morgan, was the sheriff of Monongalia County when he made this statement to the Monongalia Gazette, of Morgantown, in October of 1808: "Some historians have asserted that my father killed three Indians in the fight at our homestead in 1779. He was responsible only for the death of two Indians; they were of the Delaware Nation, and about thirty years old. One was very large, weighing about two hundred pounds; the other was short and stocky, weighing about one hundred and eighty pounds. My father (David Morgan) was six feet one inch tall, and at that time weighed one hundred and ninety pounds, about. It has been published that my father tomahawked and skinned the savages. This is not true. He left one Indian alive, but dying, and returned to the fort and to his bed, which he had left less than an hour before, where he remained for the remainder of the day. The oft' made statement that he attempted to escape to the fort by flight is not true. He did not run a single step with the expectation of getting away from the savages. The running he did was done to gain an advantage over the enemy, and this he accomplished. "My father traveled the frontier wilderness from boyhood, from Canada, New York, Pittsburgh, to Kentucky, Tennessee, to South Carolina, and fought the Indians and other enemies of our country as often as became necessary. Before the fight at our homestead, he had fought and killed seven Indians in singlehanded combat. Others there were, including French and British soldiers, wounded and killed by him as a soldier in battle. He well understood the Indians and their method of warfare, and could speak the languages of the Delaware, Shawnee, and Wyndotte nations. "In his manner of living and defending himself and others, he was no different from his contemporaries. I certainly would not class him an Indian-fighter, no more than I would class Jacob Prickett, Frederick Ice, or Nathaniel Cochran as such. He was a Christian, a patriot, a soldier, a surveyor, and a very good farmer, the profession of which he is most proud, and a loving, and most times, a too indulgent parent." (Now and Long Ago, pp 521-522)
(II) David Morgan, born May 12, 1721, at Christiana, Delaware, son of Rev. Morgan Morgan, was a skilled engineer. He aided George Washington, under commission from the governor of Virginia, in surveying Mason and Dixon's line; was with Colonel Washington on other trips, on one of which they discovered the region on the Monongahela afterwards taken up and settled by the Morgans. He married Sarah Stevens, a Quaker lady of Pennsylvania. Children: Stephen, Sarah, Zacquille, Morgan, Katharine. At the opening of the revolutionary war, Morgan Morgan, son of David, was captain of a company of Virginia militia. This company, with Morgan Morgan, together with the latter's father, David, and Evan and James, brothers of David, and James Jr., son of the latter James (five Morgans in one small company), entered a company, in 1777, which served in the revolutionary war, on expeditions in Pennsylvania, with William Haymond as captain, and Morgan Morgan as lieutenant, and the other four Morgans as privates. One year later, David Morgan, in his fifty seventh year, had his deadly encounter on the Monongahela River with the Indians.* Evan and Zackquil Morgan, brothers of David, saw service in the revolution at another time, in Captain Brinton's company, when they made an expedition up the Allegheny River, raided an Indian village called Muncietown, killing several savages and one or more white desperadoes. See accounts of this trip, written by Zackquil and Evan, when they were in their seventies, at the request of the secretary of war. These documents contain also a brief family history, with dates, etc., and are remarkable for their diction and the evident educational attainments of these pioneers who, doubtless, were never inside a schoolhouse, and whose time was mostly taken up guarding the frontier settlements from Indian depredations. The original payroll of Captain William Haymond, with the names of the five Morgans thereon, is in the custody of Colonel Henry Haymond, of Clarksburg, West Virginia.
By Virgil A. Lewis
David Morgan's Encounter with two Indians is a record of personal heroism exhibited by an aged man. In the spring of 1779, the settlements along the upper Monongahela were comparatively free from Indian attack. Yet the families who the previous autumn had taken refuge in the forts did not venture to return to their cabins. Among those who had sought safety in Prickett's Fort'97 about twelve miles above the present site of Morgantown'97 was David Morgan, a bold frontiersman and a near relative to General Morgan, of Revolutionary fame. At the time of which we write he was more than sixty years of age. Early in April, feeling somewhat indisposed, he sent two of his children, Stephen and Sarah, to feed the stock on his farm, a mile distant. Becoming uneasy at their long absence, he went in search of them. He found them engaged in clearing a patch for melons, and seated himself on a log to wait for them. He had been there but a short time when he saw two Indians come out of his house and walk rapidly toward the children. Not wishing to frighten them he called to them to go quickly to the fort, and himself answered the whoop with which the Indians started in pursuit. The Indians at once turned on him. He first tried to escape by running, but soon found the fleet warriors gaining on him. He then turned to fire at them. All three sought trees. One Indian, to gain a nearer position to Morgan, threw himself behind a log, which only partially concealed him. Morgan at once shot him, and again tried to escape. Running a short distance, he looked back and saw the other Indian ready to fire. This timely glance saved his life. He jumped aside and avoided the missile. The conflict was now hand to hand. The savage, with a demoniac yell, threw himself on his intended victim. Morgan threw the Indian, but the latter, younger and more active, turned him, and holding him down, reached for his knife. He grasped it close to the blade, and Morgan seizing the handle drew it through his hand, and thrust it into his enemy's side. The Indian sank on the ground, and Morgan fled to the fort.
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POSTED: August 8, 2009 in The Journal, Martinsburg, WV By Gary D. Sweeney
This year at the 102nd Col. Morgan Morgan Reunion, which is scheduled for today at Prickett's Fort in Fairmont, we pay tribute and remember David Morgan.
David Morgan (1721-1813) was the second son of Col. Morgan Morgan, the first permanent white settler in West Virginia. David Morgan was a developer, patriot and surveyor. When David Morgan was developing Fairmont and Marion County little did he know his actions would later help form the state of West Virginia.
When David Morgan was developing the land he realized that the area needed a tanner. John Pierpont lived in Maryland and at the request of David Morgan moved and settled on the Cheat River and established a business as a tanner. When young Pierpont was later kidnapped by Indians, David Morgan and Nathaniel Springer went and caught three Indians and traded them for John Pierpont, probably saving his life.
David Morgan's younger brother Zackquall Morgan, the founder of Morgan's Town (now Morgantown), had a daughter Nancy who met John Pierpont and married him. They in turn had a son named Francis who later married in 1814 and had a son named Francis H. Pierpont.
This Francis grew up in the Fairmont area and was a tanner, lawyer, teacher, coal mine operator, husband and father.
In 1861, the state of Virginia was preparing to leave the United States of America to join the Confederate States of America. Francis H. Pierpont was a delegate to the Wheeling Conventions, which were Virginians opposing the secession from the Union.
One night in May of 1861, Francis Pierpont sat in his library going through his constitutional law books trying to find a way to save Virginia to the Union. He took a plan to Wheeling on May 13, 1861, the first day of the first Wheeling Convention. John S. Carlile of Harrison County introduced a resolution proposing the creation of a new state named "New Virginia." However, an agreement was reached that no action should be taken until after the election of May 23, when Virginia voters would ratify or reject the secession ordinance passed in Richmond on April 17 of that year.
The results of the May 23 election, as announced by Gov. John Letcher, were 125,950 for secession and 20,373 against. Pierpont and the other delegates decided action was needed.
The second Wheeling Convention began on June 11, 1861. On the second day, a Parkersburg lawyer named Arthur I. Boreman told the delegates assembled: "If you gentlemen go with me, we will take definite, determined, qualified action as to the course we will pursue. We will take such action as will result in western Virginia, if not the whole of Virginia, remaining in the Union of our fathers." During the next few weeks the delegates adopted a declaration of rights and ordinances to reorganize the state government, provided means to finance that government and elected a new governor. Francis Pierpont was unanimously elected the Governor of the Restored State of Virginia. Officers were also elected to fill vacancies created by the new declaration of rights.
The reorganized state government was created to do business with the federal government in Washington, to look after the cause of the Union and the people west of the Allegheny Mountains. Thus in June of 1861, there were two state governments for Virginia.
At that time, there was no West Virginia, nor any proposition to create it. But the ideas were brewing and soon they would not be denied. For several months, the people of western Virginia were certain that their new state was going to be called Kanawha.
Several other names were also being considered ... Western Virginia, West Virginia, Alleghany, New Virginia and Augusta. It was later agreed to call the roll with each delegate stating the name they preferred. After the roll call the name West Virginia was selected.
Under Francis Pierpont's administration, the Restored State of Virginia presented a bill to Congress for statehood for its northwestern counties. Lincoln and Congress accepted the plan and Arthur Ingraham Boreman was elected the first governor of West Virginia on May 28, 1863.
Three weeks later on June 20, 1863, West Virginia was born. West Virginia was the only state to be formed during the Civil War by seceding from a Confederate state.
If there had been no David Morgan, would John Pierpont had moved to the Monongahela Valley and have a grandson whose statue stands in Statuary Hall of the Capitol of the United States of America as the "The Father of West Virginia?" If there had been no David Morgan, would there be a West Virginia?
Last year on June 19, 2008, the city of Faimont and Gov. Joe Manchin dedicated a David Morgan historic highway marker in honor of David Morgan.
Manchin stated, "It's an honor to have an opportunity to remember, with all of you, David Morgan: this pioneer, patriot, defender and developer of a town, a city and a state."
- Gary D. Sweeney is president of the Col. Morgan Morgan Reunion. He lives in Parkersburg Page Last Updated: Tuesday, December 22, 2009
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