J. E. Wright Doris S. Corbett PIONEER 88 Pioneer Life The perfect adaptation of an ax helve to comfortable use in the hand resulted in a beautiful object, for the handle had to be so sensitively adjusted to the shape of the palm that with constant use there was as little jar as possible from the thou- sands of heavy blows. Other things gave boys and men the opportunity to indulge their sense of the beautiful with the knife. Latches and long, heavy hinges of hornbeam were carved and decorated for use on shed and house doors. For doors and lids of closets and boxes, there were wooden knobs and but- tons to be made, and in the cupboards stood many a carved bowl. Powder horns were also carved in intricate and beautiful designs. Girls had their distinct share in the little industries of the clearing. About the hearth they were kept busy with skillet and spoon, stirring and turning and mixing. They helped bake the johnnycake. They peeled turnips and potatoes. They helped with the washing at the pond or at the hollowed log trough and with the milking and churning. Such tasks might be shared by boy and girl alike. But the frontier girl had her own domain, in which she was as supreme as a princess. At spinning, weaving, and knitting her fingers were as skilled and delicate as her brother’s with his barlow knife. Stockings for all the family, mittens and shawls for winter, a pot holder of tow to protect her mother’s hands from handles that grew hot over the coals, these she knitted at the cabin hearth or on the doorstep in the first cool autumn days. Sometimes the young women and girls gathered in the larger rooms of block- houses, with their wheels and looms, to sing and talk together at their spinning and weaving. The truck patch was their E 7 §Z£ BUTTER TRAY AND PADDLES Growing Up on the Frontier 89 special care, too. From spring to fall, while the men did the heavier field work, the girls helped their mothers with weed- ing, hoeing, and gathering the vegetables. And when the field crops were ready, if helpers were scarce or the harvesting had to be hurried in the face of threatening storms, they even helped bind sheaves and pile the hay into haycocks. But their usual harvest chore was carrying lunch to the men and boys in the fields. Boys as well as girls wove shot-pouch straps, belts, and garters. A boy could make the necessary simple loom and could weave a belt in a day. A piece of wood about four feet long, an inch auger, spike gimlet, and barlow knife—nothing else was needed. A belt could be bartered for one day’s work, or for the making of a hundred rails. At the fall killing, or butchering, both boys and girls helped to cut up fat or to chop sausage meat and mincemeat. At the cheese-making they helped prepare the rennet to thicken the milk, squeezed the whey from the curd through bags, and managed the lever of the cheese press. As in rural communities of the present day, winter was a period of comparative idleness for the men and boys. In most districts the roads did not permit sleighs, but rolling on the crust of the snow after a thaw and freeze and sliding on the frozen streams were popular with the youngsters. Released from labor in the fields, they were not willing to retire as soon as darkness came. But the light furnished by the candles or saucers of grease was hardly sufiicient for reading the book or two the more fortunate family might possess. So in the winter evenings they huddled around the hearth and retold tales from LARD LAMP 90 Pioneer Life history and legend and sang songs of love and adventure. The winter season also brought Christmas to some groups of set- tlers: the Germans, the Virginians, the Catholic Irish, and the other non-Presbyterian groups. The Presbyterian Scotch-Irish did not celebrate Christmas. From the little that is known about holiday festivities, we infer that then as now it was a time of mirth and gifts, especially for the children. Among the Germans the Beltznickel Man, a member of the community disguised in a panther skin with trailing tail, black bearskin cap, and mask, romped with the children and filled their stock- ings with apples and nuts. After the snow and ice had disappeared, members of scat- tered mountain communities were more accessible to one an- other and could visit in parties on Sundays to sing hymns and songs. Fishing also furnished diversion, and although with the pioneer it was necessary as a means of procuring food, it was nevertheless one of his favorite sports. Efforts were well re- warded, since the rivers of western Pennsylvania abounded in fish, many of them unusually large; the perch sometimes weighed five and one-half pounds and the sturgeon measured four and one-half feet. Therefore, it is not surprising that fish- ing was a popular pastime for young and o1d—for the small boy who caught minnows with pin hooks as well as for his elders who angled for pike and catfish. And for more exciting occupations in spring and summer the boys helped clean out snake dens by firing them or by shooting the occupants. Sometimes a boy was left in complete charge of cabin and clearing while his parents made journeys, perhaps several weeks Growing Up on the Frontier 9 1 long. john Reynolds writes of his being left alone on such an occasion and his manner of recording the time that passed till his father’s return: “Each day I cut a notch on the door cheek, and on Sabbath one of double size. Thus I kept tally of the days and weeks, and often counted the notches to pass the time which hung so heavy.” An important part of the boy’s education came through his mimicry of calls of birds and beasts. Imitation of the call of the wild turkey decoyed that wily bird. By imitating the bleat of the fawn he led the doe to her death. To recognize such mock calls warned him of Indians who used them to signal one an- other for an attack. So by sportive competition the young pio- neers were trained in a woodland art that not only aided in obtaining food but also protected the family and community from their most dreaded enemy. For the same reason boys early learned to shoot a rifle, and, when the supply of powder permitted, all members of the family were trained in marksmanship. The boy was taught to aim at a mark by resting his rifle on a log or stone or against the side of a tree, so that the force of the explosion would not throw the bullet out of line. The young frontiersman prac- tised so diligently with his rifle and took so much pride in its use that it was not uncommon for a boy thirteen years old to be able to hit a mark as he ran. An arrow from the bow of a young brave would not have found its mark more surely than one shot from the bow of a pioneer lad. The more expert succeeded in bringing down birds in flight. And with what diligence a boy must have prac- ticed throwing the tomahawk! He strides five steps backward POWDER HORNS Q. 000 92 ‘ Pioneer Life from the tree, strikes the ground with the edge of his toma- hawk, raises and hurls it. It makes exactly the given number of swift turns in the air and plants itself firmly in the tree. Like- wise the same trained eye measures the distance of seven and one-half steps, and the tomahawk strikes the tree with its blade up. His keen eye and trained hand can land the tomahawk in any position he chooses. When so many pioneer parents could not write even their own names and could not have read them if some one had written them, one wonders how so many of the children be- came not only literate men and women but doctors, lawyers, professors, ministers, or writers as well. The parents were eager, however, that their children be educated. The pioneer cared a great deal for the future and for the future citizens of the country he was reclaiming from wilderness. Every chance that offered education for the children was seized, and as chance sel- dom offered, it was often created. Inasmuch as education is not merely learning to read and write, but is also learning to think and feel rightly about life, much of the training of young people on the frontier came from sources other than school- rooms and books. The constant useful chores performed about the cabin gave children skill in many tasks. They, like their parents, were trained by the conditions of frontier life to be alert, resourceful, and courageous in hardship; and countless influences bore on their sensitive natures—the quiet of forests, the beauty of the seasons and wild life, the knowledge of wood- craft, the tales told round the cabin hearth. True, they were exposed early to vice, and many crude ideas were implanted in young minds from constant association with crude persons. Growing Up on the Frontier 9 3 But there were also the visiting minister, the occasional visit of the doctor, and the pious and the educated members of the community, whose concern for schooling was strong. Usually the first teacher was the pioneer mother, who by the light of the hearth, made a little brighter by chips thrown on the fire, drew her children to her knee and heard them stumble through their first letters and words. Often the only book in the cabin was the Bible. Sometimes a primer could be bor- rowed, dog-eared, torn, mended, and finger-smudged from use in other cabins. When enough settlers had gathered in a com- munity, a minister who lived near might be prevailed on to gather the children together in a vacant cabin, or a cabin might be raised for a schoolhouse. Sometimes a widow or an elderly spinster knew the rudiments of reading and numbers. Men, of course, were preferred, for the teaching of frontier schools was diflicult and dangerous. One case is known of Indians attacking a schoolhouse and murdering and scalpingimaster and pupils. If school was held in a room of an early courthouse, as it was in Washington, much labor and worry was saved. But there were times when pupils studied in the woods and recited in the cabin of the schoolmaster or mistress. The schoolhouse, how- ever, was usually the “waste” cabin in a community, one deserted by its owner. If a schoolhouse could be built it was generally the ordinary cabin of logs, with broad puncheon floors, iron stove or stick and mud chimney, split logs for seats, pegs for the hats and sunbonnets and the home-made lunch baskets, and with the window openings covered with the usual greased paper. Along the wall by the windows were fastened boards on which the advanced pupils did their writing. Just WILD CHERRY 94 Pioneer Life inside the door, by a tow string, hung a paddle, one side marked “In,” the other side marked “Out.” When a pupil left the room he turned the paddle to read “Out,” and when he re- turned, he reversed it. A law was passed by the state in 1790 providing for a school or schools in every county, but for many years such institutions were rare, and one school in a county could be reached by very few pupils. Although a minister might be found who could give some time to teaching, most children could not profit from such good fortune. Their foundation for the study of medicine, or law, or simply of newspaper reading was more often given them by a vagrant type of man who wandered into the com- munity and, before many months had passed, disappeared under suspicion: a strolling Yankee, a questionable Irishman, or sometimes a roving Virginian—unkempt fellows who could teach spelling, reading, writing, and ciphering as far as the rule of three, beyond which they could not go. Of grammar, geogra- phy, and “definitions” they usually knew nothing. One out of many could quote a dozen lines of Latin poetry that he had picked up somewhere and of which he gave amazing transla- tions. Most of the frontier schoolmasters had one talent of con- siderable social value: they could play a flute or a fiddle at the raisings and bees, and so could afford the cabin settlement some degree of extra service. Schooling went “by spells,” according to whether a teacher had come into the valley and whether the season brought little or much work to be done about the farms. A summer term was sometimes provided for younger children who were not needed in the fields or for odd jobs, and a fall term for older boys and Growing Up on the Frontier 95 girls who, during the summer months, worked in the truck patch, tended the cows, and helped in the grain fields and at grinding. Tuition was paid at the rate of a dollar and a half to two dollars for a term of three months, although those who could not pay were provided for by a poor fund. Many a log schoolhouse saw assembled on its seats youngsters of four and five among strapping fellows and girls, fully grown, who had not found schooling possible when they were younger. The three R’s—reading, ’riting, and ’rithmetic——was the aver- age curriculum on the border. If a minister sat at the desk and held sway with the rod and the ruler, a little Latin and mathe- matics might be squeezed in for exceptional pupils. Occasion- ally some master came along who could take pupils beyond the rule of three, through the double rule of three, through prac- tice, tare and tret, interest, decimals, and common fractions. School was opened by the master calling out “Books!” Then the hubbub began. All pupils studied and recited “out loud’’ their spelling, reading, and multiplication tables, and the test of good reading was loudness and speed. The New England Primer, the New Testament, Dilworth’s Spelling Book, and the Western Calculator furnished the meager knowledge that the pioneer youngster carried away from his schoolroom. This was made fast in his mind by frequent thrashings with birch rod or cat-o’-nine-tails. The hornbook, a single sheet of primer protected by a transparent sheet of horn, was in general use on the frontier, although it had long ago become old-fashioned in better schools in the East. The “setting of copy” for lessons in writing and penmanship was one of the most important tasks of the schoolmaster, and a boy who after six weeks at school 96 Pioneer Life turned into a fairly good penman was considered remarkably clever. It was a day to be remembered when the frontier child began to write “a joining hand and capitals,” and soon he be- came of service to his neighborhood in the writing of letters and business and legal papers. As in other frontier occupations, school supplies came from what materials were available. Lessons were written with char- coal on smooth shingles. Unruled paper and pencils were also in use. Maple bark, sumac, or white oak bark yielded ink. From goose quills the schoolmaster made pens for his students, and it was often his greatest accomplishment. As a reward for doing his lessons well a pupil might be allowed to make the pens. Recess was unknown in frontier schools. But noon was a period of games in the “camp” or playground adjoining the schoolhouse, or in the sugar maple grove or the meadow across the creek. Many a homespun pair of breeches was ripped by climbing tree trunks in quest of birds’ eggs. Many a knee was skinned and shin barked when two boys raced each other up the trunk, one on each side of the same tree. Black snakes were poked out of their hiding places under the worm fence by means of a stick, their backs were broken, and the limp bodies were hung over the fence to die with the sinking of the sun behind the hill crest. Girls were not excluded from the noon- time games. Black man’s base, three-cornered cat, town ball, and paddle ball enlisted every pupil in uproarious activity. At times a passing stranger on horseback interrupted the fun. It was the custom for boys, on entering the schoolroom, to re- move their hats and make a bow; the girls curtsied. And when a stranger passed along the road boys and girls drew up in line Growing Up on the Frontier 97 and performed as a group the same friendly and respectful salutes. The annual barring out of the master at Christmas as a challenge to distribute the season's treat was long looked for- ward to. The unlucky pedagogue, arriving at the door after his long tramp through snow that reached to his knees, found the door of the cabin school closed, the latch string within, and the pupils hilarious on the other side, toasting their shins at the open fireplace while he shivered and knocked for entrance. If he had brought with him a well-laden basket, his entreaties were shortly answered by the door swinging open and an on- rush of excited pupils. He took his place at the desk and from the basket laid out great pieces of gingerbread to be distributed when the excitement died down. He then dumped the remain- ing contents out, and polished, rosy-cheeked apples rolled over the floor to be gathered with shouts and laughter by scrambling boys and girls. The gingerbread was passed round, and the school settled down to sums and noisy repetition of multipli- cation tables mingled with spelling and reading. One incident is recorded of the master’s turning the tables on pupils who had barred the door on him. When they refused to allow him to enter he set off into the woods, dragged a great log to the schoolhouse, and laid it across the doorsill. Then he laid an- other and another against the unyielding door until the shouts and laughter within died down as the pupils learned what was happening. He was about to make off through the deep snow homeward when relenting cries stopped him; the victorious master removed the logs, the door swung open, and he entered to start the day’s session. MOUSE TRAP Pioneer Life In Western Pennsylvania 98 Pioneer Life When the frontier boy and girl had picked up what odd bits of knowledge such schools and schoolmasters could offer they took up the regular tasks of farm and home. Boys often learned a trade. Girls had little choice but to perfect the usual home- making tasks of cooking, spinning, weaving, caring for the sick, and other wifely occupations. Childhood was not long on the frontier, and youth was little different from manhood and womanhood. Marriage came early, and with marriage a new cabin home began its own strenuous task of civilizing another corner of the wilderness. Young people of the frontier were not excluded from higher branches of learning such as their cousins in eastern cities could study. Children of the more prosperous settlers were sometimes sent to eastern schools. Others who wished to pursue classical and mathematical studies, or those subjects leading into the professions of medicine, theology, and law, found opportunity to do so in their own district. Young men could read law or medicine in the oflices of lawyers and doctors who had settled in the towns. After 1780 the Reverend John McMillan, the Reverend Thaddeus Dodd, and the Reverend Joseph Smith set up cabin schools for teaching classical and mathematical subjects. Then in 1 789 an academy was opened at Washington, Pennsylvania. In 1791 the courthouse in which it was housed burned down. A lot was offered at Canonsburg, and there in 1794 the Canonsburg Academy and Library Company was chartered, which later became Jefferson College. Washington Academy was reopened meanwhile. Some seventy years later these schools united to form Washington and Jefferson College. Before February, 1787, a log house in Pittsburgh had given Growing Up on the Frontier 99 to the field in which it stood the familiar name of the “academy lot.” In the log house for some time past young men had been taught the higher branches of learning. Now on the twenty- eighth of February, 1787, this school was chartered as the Pittsburgh Academy (which developed into the University of Pittsburgh) to teach Latin, Greek, English, and the “Mathe- maticks.” Before long, penmanship, bookkeeping, and French were added to the curriculum. Here came the sons of the fore- most men of the town, supplied with their own quill pens and their own candles for evening classes. And more than that, they made their own books by binding together the sheets of paper they had filled with notes at the dictation of their professors. Here, too, came young ladies, although at different hours from those at which the young men attended, and they entered and left by different doors. Nor did the young ladies and young gentlemen mingle in any other way at the academy. But the young ladies were taught by the same professors English, his- tory, and French; “the Mathematicks,” however, were con- sidered too strong for their tender minds. In 1794 a newspaper advertisement by the Reverend James Dunlap and William Littell, Esq., announced their school in Fayette County, where they taught “Elocution and the English language grammatically, together with the Latin, Greek, and Hebrew languages, Geometry and Trigonometry, with their application to Mensuration, Surveying, Gauging, 8cc., likewise Geography and Civil History, Natural and Moral Philosophy, Logic and Rhetoric.” Here “boarding, washing, 8cc., may be had at reputable houses in the neighborhood, at the low rates of ten pounds [$26.67] per annum.” 1 oo Pioneer Life Thus educational facilities were improved little by little in spite of discouraging conditions. Pioneer children, through the determination of their parents and of other foresighted men and women, were able to obtain the fundamental, and later the broader, benefits of education. jigging It Off IX HERE came a late spring day on the frontier when a man Tand his wife, hoeing barefoot in their truck patch, raised their heads to listen to a strange sound. Somewhere back in the woods an ax was being swung against the trunk of an oak tree. Some one, not knowing how near he was to a cabin, was clearing a space for his own. A neighbor had arrived on the border. Before the harvest was gathered enough cabins had been built within a day's tramp of one another to make a neighborly settlement. It had even been given a name. “Over at Evans’,” people down the creek would say, “there’s another cabin buildin’.” “Up by Evans’ town,” a man carrying his grist from the mill would tell the miller, “I shot a bear on my way down here.” Then, “Evanston folks are havin’ a frolic, I reckon,” the blacksmith would say as he shod a horse bearing a whiskey jug slung from its saddle. No longer need the first settlers wish for a neighbor with whom to talk about what could be done for the cow that was sick or for the thumb that was festering. The frontier woman could now walk in one morning to one of several neighbors to 101 1 02 Pioneer Life help with a day’s candle pouring. There were neighbors now to gather at intervals for a “praying” meeting. There were enough to make pioneer tasks easier by collective helpfulness- to clear a newcomer’s land and put up the walls and roof of his cabin by nightfall; to make light of the corn shucking; to help in the fulling of the new weft of linsey just taken from the loom; to collect at night and make haste with the “bilin’ ” of the pails of maple sugar. There were young people, too, who met once in a while for a kissing party. There was an occasional “marryin , or a “buryin’.” Even the burial ceremony was an occasion for com- panionship as well as for offering help and solace. The new family from over the ridge would be there, and some friends from the south branch. Not the briefest hour for companion- ship could be missed on the frontier. General gatherings were still rare before the border was thickly settled, and bad roads often made attendance impos- sible, but border people crowded their pleasures into what hours they could snatch from their tasks. The long days of hard work were forgotten then in uproarious fun. The corn-stalk fiddle, the flute, or an old fife brought over the mountains carried the tune for rough voices shouting old Jacobite songs once sung in Scotland and Ireland or the Rhineland songs of the Germans. Rough jests and jokes were bandied. Great brag- ging went on, and tall tales of adventure. Stories of witches and goblins brought chills and bated breath. Everyone joined, men, women, and children, in jigging it off, jigging care out of the window and dark spirits out the door. Sports sometimes collected the people for a festive occasion. jigging It Off 1 03 Usually late in the fall, after the harvest, a merry group as- sembled in a clearing or in the stockade to watch the men and boys compete in the arts of war and hunting. The mountains echoed their shouts and the reports of the rifles as they engaged in contests that demanded unbelievable skill. They ran races, vied in jumping hurdles or narrow streams, and, spurred by the cries of the spectators, engaged in wrestling matches. The excitement and pleasure of the day might be heightened if an argument arose or a long-standing feud came to a crisis that could be settled only by fists. As quarrels were common even in the simple society of that day, certain established rules governed fighting that reveal the vigor and fierceness of these people who had survived the rigors of the wilderness. Although weapons were banned, fighters were permitted to use not only their fists but also their feet and teeth. No damage that could be done by these means was forbidden, even the gouging of eyes. Seldom did such a day end without some hatchet-faced brag- gart, pock-marked and huge-fisted, leaping from the crowd to a stump and bellowing his challenge. Perhaps he had spent some months boating from Brownsville to Pittsburgh or on down the Ohio to Wheeling, and in the rough river company had gathered their picturesque lingo. Hungry for a good rough- and-tumble and conscious perhaps of the power of such lingo to astonish his hearers, he indulged in it now in his challenge: “I’m a Salt River roarerl I’m a ring-tailed squealer! I’m a reg’lar screamer from the ol’ Massassip’! WHOOPI I’m the very infant that refused his milk before its eyes were open, and called out for a bottle of old rye! I love the women an’ I’m 1 o4 Pioneer Life chockful o’ fight! I'm half wild horse and half cock-eyed alli- gator and the rest 0’ me is crooked snags an’ red-hot snappin’ turtle. I can hit like fourth-proof lightnin’ an’ every lick I make in the woods lets in an acre 0’ sunshine. I can out-run, out-jump, out-shoot, out-brag, out-drink, an’ out-fight, rough- an’-tumble, no holts barred, ary man on both sides the river from Pittsburgh to New Orleans an’ back ag’in to St. Louiee. Come on, you flatters, you bargers, you milk-white mechanics, an’ see how tough I am to chaw! I ain't had a fight for two days an’ I'm spilein’ for exercise. Cock-a-doodle-dool” Certain games that could be played at the rare social gather- ings furnished entertainment the year around. Corn kernels served as checkers and were also used in a game called “Fox and Geese.” A lively frolic called “Hurly-burly” was a favorite. Two people went round and secretly appointed each member of the group to perform a certain act. This girl was to pull a young man's hair, another to tweak an ear or nose, another to trip some one, and so on. When all had been told what to do, the leader cried, “Hurly-burlyl”, and the confusion that fol- lowed gave the game its name. Drop the handkerchief was a game likely to be played by the younger children on the edge of the party. The words of the song were not always the same. One form, much like the mod- ern version, follows: Wiskit-a-waskit, A green leather basket; I wrote a letter to my love, And on the way I lost it; Some of you have picked it up, And put it in your pocket. jigging It Off 105 I have a little dog at home, And it shan’t bite you, Nor you, nor you, nor you; But it shall bite you. Among the young folks the event anticipated most joyously so called because in all the games, I) was the “kissing party, either as a penalty or as part of the play, each girl was kissed by some one of the boys. These games were musical and vocal, usually performed to the strains of a fiddle. When all the guests had gathered and the cabin was swarming with giggling girls in blue and green linsey and noisy boys in buckskin hunting shirts, the fiddler struck up a tune, a young blade was dragged to the center of the floor, and the play began. The others joined hands and circled about him singing: King William was King ]ames’s son, And of that royal race he sprung; He wore a star upon his breast, To show that he was royal best. Go choose your east, go choose your west, Go choose the one that you like best; If he's not here to take your part, Go choose another with all your heart. The boy in the center made a snatch at a buxom girl, and pulled her into the center of the circle with him. The singing grew louder: Down on the carpet you must kneel, Just as the grass grows in the field; Salute your bride with kisses sweet, And then rise up upon your feet. 1 06 Pioneer Life At this point the girl was kissed soundly by her companion to the accompaniment of giggles and guffaws. The play continued until every girl had stood in the center of the circle and had been kissed. Sometimes the play was reversed. A shy girl, her blushes heightened by firelight, her fingers hiding themselves in the folds of her linsey skirt, her long braids over her shoulders, was pushed protesting into the circle. A new song began: There's a lily in the garden For you, young man; There's a lily in the garden, Go pluck it if you can. Encouraged by whispered hints and prods in the back, she pointed a shy finger at some lanky giant in red plaid shirt and bear-greased hair. For a few breathless whirls in his crushing arms her feet flew from the floor, her skirts and black braids swayed, and she scurried back to the circle of laughing com- panions. To clapping of hands and stamping of feet the song went on: There he stands, the great big booby, Who he is I do not know; Who will take him for his beauty? Let her answer, yes or no. Here was the moment long dreamed of by some saucy lass who had watched this fellow at the stockade, concerned too much with rifle and shot to feel her grey eyes upon him. She had car- ried him water and chunks of venison steak without even a “thank you.” Here was her moment. She was the one who jigging It Off 107 would choose him, flaunting her pale-haired beauty and the bit of blue ribbon her mother had hoarded for so long. Song after song came from the playing groups, the old words and tunes of the Scottish and English folk songs that found voice for a time in the western wilderness about the Ohio and Monongahela rivers before they were carried on down the Ohio to the Kentucky mountains. The frosty night wore on, while the young couples, unheeding the wind and snow whis- tling around the corners of the cabin and the crackle of falling logs in the chimney, swung about the circle in laughter that often drowned out the words: Oh, sister Phoebe, how merry were we The night we sat under the juniper-tree, The juniper tree, I, oh. Take this hat on your head, keep your head warm, And take a sweet kiss, it will do you no harm, But a great deal of good, I know. Then the rhythm changed and the clapping and stamping came quicker: If I had as many lives As Solomon had wives, I'd be as old as Adam; So rise to your feet And kiss the first you meet, Your humble servant, madam. A rough screech from an old codger in the corner, whose mem- ories had been roused by the evening, rose over the din of the youngsters: 1 08 Pioneer Life It's raining, it's hailing, it's cold stormy weather; In comes the farmer drinking of his cider. He’s going a-reaping, he wants a binder, I’ve lost my true love, where shall I find her? Dancing, of course, was a form of amusement heartily en- joyed by these buoyant people. Whenever occasion permitted any number of them to be together, a tune was struck up on the fiddle, and soon the floor of the cabin creaked and groaned with the scraping of feet. Knowledge of only a few simple dances had traveled across the mountains. The square set and the three and four-handed reels were forms in which all took part. In the heat of the evening, when the party was in full swing, they pranced through the furious pace of the cut-out jig or the Irish trot, the stamping almost overwhelming the shrieking of the fiddle. When the dancers, tired from their exertions, had retreated to the wall, one young dandy who was able to outlast his fellows would leap into the center and break into swift and startling figures of a jig of his own con- trivance. In this way a party of pioneers frequently stamped and swayed to the tune of a fiddle the night through. Often the moon had gone down and the stars had disappeared before the crowd, in couples and in groups, shouting and still singing the merry tunes, groped along the roads and trails to their dis- tant cabins. Purely social gatherings, however, were not frequent. Rais- ings, marriages, and various seasonal tasks such as harvestings offered the chief opportunities for amusement. If a new strip of forest had to be cleared, the neighbors were notified, and a chopping and logging frolic was announced. In the same spirit jigging It OH 109 of cooperation and with the same facility for lightening a task by making play of it, flax was pulled, corn husked, and apples pared for apple butter. Frequently the girls and women made merry while they spun flax, wove linsey and woolen cloth, and knitted stockings by gathering with their spinning wheels and looms in the spacious rooms of the blockhouses, where they cheered one another with song and sprightly conversation. And what hair-raising tales these pioneer women had to relate; Indian raids, midnight butcheries, Captivities, and horse steal- ings were all within the range of their experience. One of the hilarious events of the harvest season was the shucking party. Dr. Daniel Drake describes such an affair: “When the crop was drawn in, the ears were heaped into a long pile or rick, a night fixed on, and the neighbors notified, rather than invited, for it was an affair of mutual assistance. A sufficient number to constitute a sort of quorum having arrived, two men, or more commonly two boys, constituted themselves, or were by acclamation declared captains. They paced the rick and estimated its contractions and expansions with the eye, till they were able to fix on the spot on which the end of the dividing rail should be. The choice depended on the tossing of a chip, one side of which had been spit upon; the first choice of men was decided in the same manner, and in a few minutes the rick was charged upon by the rival forces. As others arrived, . . . each fell in, according to the end that he belonged to. “The captains planted themselves on each side of the rail, sustained by their most active operatives. There at the begin- ning was the great contest, for it was lawful to cause the rail ( l -15: ‘ TIN DINNER HORNS 4!. 1 1 0 Pioneer Life to slide or fall toward your own end, shortening it and length- ening the other. Before I was twelve years old I had stood many times near the rail, either as captain or private, and although fifty years have rolled away, I have never seen a more anxious rivalry, nor a fiercer struggle. It was there that I first learned that competition is the mother of cheating, falsehood, and broils. Corn might be thrown over unhusked, the rail might be pulled toward you by the hand dexterously applied under- neath, your feet might push corn to the other side of the rail, your husked corn might be thrown so short a distance as to bury up the projecting base of the pile on the other side:—if charged with any of these tricks, you of course denied it, and there the matter sometimes rested; at other times the charge was re- affirmed, then rebutted with ‘you’re a liar,’ and then a fight, at the moment or at the end, settled the question of veracity. “The heap cut in two, the parties turned their backs upon each other, and making their hands keep time with a peculiar sort of time, the chorus of voices on a still night might be heard a mile. At the close the victorious captain, mounted on the shoulders of some of the stoutest men, was carried in triumph around the vanquished party amidst shouts of victory which rent the air. Then came the supper, on which the wo- men had been busily employed, and which always included a ‘pot-pie.’ Such was one of my autumnal schools, from the age of nine to fifteen years.” Among the German settlers a common frolic was the schnz't- zen, which consisted of paring about two bushels of apples for the apple butter “bilin’.” The young men and women of the community gathered early in the evening to begin their task, jigging It Off 1 1 1 and soon their fingers were working nimbly as they vied among themselves in the speed and neatness of paring and quartering the apples. As they worked they sang border ballads, told tales of witches, talked of strange characters of the border, and gos- siped about their community. Later they were served with pies, cakes, and cider, and, when the apples were all pared, finished the evening with jigs and reels. Sometimes the boiling, or stirring, as it was often called, took place on the same eve- ning as the schnitzen. In this case the guests gathered outdoors, where the great iron kettle filled with cider and quartered apples hung over a fire. They stirred two by two, a young man and a girl taking turns, while the rest wandered off in pairs under the autumn starlight. The fulling bee was a picturesque festivity for the neighbor- hood, one that possessed more folk quality, perhaps, than any other of the bees that enlivened community life. After cloth had been taken from the loom it had to be shrunk and thick- ened and softened. This process was known as fulling and is little heard of now because it is taken care of in the mills, before we buy the cloth. For the fulling party, or “kicking” bee, the floor of the cabin or of the largest room was cleared and cleaned. The material to be fulled was saturated with home- made soft soap and hot water and spread in proper thickness in the middle of the floor and surrounded by a circle of closely placed seats. On these the men and boys sat barefoot, with their trousers rolled above their knees, and grasped a stout rope that reached from hand to hand around the circle. At the word “Go!” all feet struck out at the soft mass of wet cloth, and the bee was on. Kicking and stamping, faster and faster, the fan- CAULDRON 1 1 2 Pioneer Life tastic dance went on in the firelit room. The group stopped now and then for breath, for the cloth to be turned and re- folded, or for fresh soap and water to be poured on. As the suds foamed and splashed and the cloth was flung and tossed and stamped underfoot, the shouts and songs and jests went on, with sometimes a slip that landed one of the fullers with a splash and a thud in the foaming, sudsy mass on the floor. All these gatherings took the place of labor-saving devices of later years, for by gathering in all the hands of the neighbor- hood the labor was lightened and performed in much less time than one person or family could possibly have done it. By far the gayest, the most anticipated, and the most purely social gathering of the border was the wedding. For the wed- ding frolic the settlers donned their best linseys and buckskins, laid aside their labors, forgot their terror of Indians, and, freed from the loneliness and isolation of their daily lives, indulged in merrymaking and revelry that sometimes lasted several days. The celebration that accompanied the marriage of a pioneer couple in no way foreshadowed the hardship and danger of the life they were destined to live together. This life began early, for the bride was usually between fifteen and eighteen years old, and the groom, eighteen to twenty-one. Marriage on the frontier was very desirable for the woman. Her need for protection caused her to seek a husband early, and, if she be- came a widow, to remarry. This same urgent necessity for mar- riage was probably responsible for the wife’s legal subjection to the husband. Until 1848 the common law of England pre- vailed, which decreed that the wife belonged to the husband and had no separate legal existence unless she committed a jigging It Off 1 1 3 crime. She could not dispose of her personal property, which on her death passed to her husband. However, laws affecting the possession of property were of small concern in the meager existence of the pioneer couple. These marriages, entered into with so much revelry and continuing through the hazards and privations of those days, were, on the whole, congenial. The wedding celebration began with the procession of the groom’s party from his cabin to the home of the bride. This usually covered a considerable distance, and the young men, dressed in their best leather breeches, leggings, and linsey hunt- ing shirts, the tails of their coonskin caps flapping, gathered early, since the wedding ceremony always took place at noon. Until the procession started, their horses had to be watched carefully, or some one not invited to the wedding might cut off the tails, the manes, or the foretops. As the party proceeded in double file over rutted roads and along forest trails and streams, it was hindered by fallen trees and mock Indian am- buscades, the pranks of the wedding jokers. Within a mile or two of the bride’s home, the groom’s party drew up in a start- ing line and, at a given signal, galloped off pell-mell over mud, rocks, and stumps in a wild dash to reach the bride’s cabin. As the foremost rider neared the clearing, he gave an Indian war whoop and burst into the cabin yard amid the cheers of the assembled guests. The others followed, whooping and laughing as they came and the celebration began in earnest. Everything was ready. Under the trees tables were spread with the wedding feast—venison, turkey, roasted bear meat, corn pone, honey, cabbage, all heaped in wooden bowls and trenchers. Treasured pewter plates the family had brought COFFEE MILL 1 14 Pioneer Life over the mountains might be in use for the occasion; there were a few iron forks, knives, and tin cups—not enough to go around, of course. Women bustled about iron kettles over open fires. The girls adjusted their linsey skirts and kerchiefs as the young man dashed into the yard. Children shrieked and tumbled about. The fiddler, his grizzled head cocked over the strings, screeched a tune above the hubbub, and the newcomers quickly snatched partners from among the waiting maidens and joined in the jig. When the sun stood directly overhead, the bride was made to stand beside the groom under the appointed tree. The music and dancing stopped; the guests, still laughing and noisy, gathered around the bridal pair, and the person who per- formed the ceremony did his best to lend solemnity to the occasion. If a minister or a justice of the peace could not be found in the locality, the wedding was performed by the father of the bride and was confirmed by the first itinerant preacher who wandered to that part of the frontier. The ceremony over, the crowd, jostling and shoving, crowded around the tables for the feast. The merrymaking was now in full sway, and above the laughter and the pranks played upon the bride, the fiddler screeched his tunes inces- santly. A young fellow, watching his chance, snatched off one of the bride's moccasins and made away with it; whereupon her “waiters,” three or four young men appointed to wait upon and protect her during the merriment, set off after the thief. The chase and scuffle that followed provided hilarious enjoy- ment for the onlookers. The wedding festivities usually continued all night. When jigging It Off 1 15 the tallow dips were lighted in the cabin, the crowd gathered inside to begin the dancing with the square set, which was followed by reels, and finally ended in the cut-out jig. The dancers chained and circled, and the stamping of the feet grew louder. Voices grew boisterous. Songs rose and fell with the dancing. A toast was proposed to the young couple: “Health to the groom, not forgetting myself; and here's to the bride, thump- ing luck and big children.” This was indeed a wish for luck and prosperity, because children in the pioneer family were needed. The sons became the helpers of their father, in farm- ing and hunting; and the girls aided their mothers in garden- ing, spinning, and other household duties. The toasts and feast over, the young guests “threw the stocking,” to discover who would be the next bride. A stocking, rolled into a ball, was given to the girls, who, one after another, stood with her back toward the bride, and threw the stocking over her shoulder at the bride’s head. She who succeeded in touching the bride’s head or cap was the next to married. The young men repeated the performance by throwing at the groom’s head. Then the guests gayly bade the bride and groom good night. Gradually the dancers became fewer, the laughter less boisterous, the rhythm of the fiddler’s tunes less rapid, and in the grey light of dawn the guests, many with their mocassins worn through, set out on their various ways homeward. But the festivities occasioned by frontier marriage did not end with the wedding. The neighbors and relatives again gathered for the house raising. The men and boys formed a party of choppers to clear a spot in the forest. And while they CANDLE STICK 1 1 6 Pioneer Life set the logs and laid the floor, the women spread the feast tables. If work progressed rapidly it was possible to hold the house- warming the same evening; the fiddler struck up his tune, and the new home was heartily “initiated” with another frolic that lasted the night through. When the last notes of the fiddle had died away and the last departing guest had disappeared down the forest trail, the young couple had possession of their small cabin, there to begin life together. Another bit of the forest was cleared; one more bulwark against Indians was erected; a new white family had begun its fight for existence; and civilization had edged a jot deeper into the West. "Indians in the Valley!” X IME after time during the forty-year period after the be- T ginning of the French and Indian War in 17 54 fear and panic gripped the settlements. Bands of Indians swooped down on unprotected cabins to ravage and kill, to burn crops and cabins, to scalp, tomahawk, or take captives. Frantic, the set- tlers called for aid from the East. After Braddock’s tragic defeat near Fort Duquesne in 1755 the provincial government took action; up to this time the assembly had been controlled by the peace-loving Qhakers, but they finally withdrew from the assembly and left it in the control of those who favored the prosecution of the war. A chain of frontier forts was erected along a two hundred mile line between Easton, in Northamp- ton County, and the present Fulton County, near the Mary- land line. There were few forts west of the Alleghenies up to the middle of the eighteenth century, but as the frontier line advanced it was marked by stockades and blockhouses; sometimes they were official forts garrisoned by the government, but more often they were settlers’ forts thrown up for immediate pro- tection. Between 1756 and 1763 more than two hundred forts 117 The Way of the Frontier ROM a sky as blue as the chicory in the grass, sunlight fell across a clearing and reached golden fingers back among the trees. The clearing itself, its leaf-molded surface, was marked with fresh-cut stumps and littered with yellow flakes and chips that the ax had cut from the trunks piled roughly to one side—trunks not yet trimmed of their branches and freshly pointed from the blows of the ax. On one of the stumps in the clearing sat a man and his wife. The sleeve of his linsey hunting shirt was ripped, his brown leggings were half hidden by the blue folds of her full, rough skirt, and his feet in their scuffed shoepacks braced the ground for support as if he was ready to spring erect at a sound. His hunting shirt, held close about his waist by a belt and lapping over double in front, hung with its red fringe almost to his knees. At his elbow stood his rifle. His other hand steadied the ax, and from the polished edge of its blade the sun struck light. Such figures were part of the everyday picture of pioneer life in western Pennsylvania. The settler and the woman who made his cabin a home must often have paused, in many a clearing in the forests that covered the western end of the state, to look 1 1 1 8 Pioneer Life and blockhouses were built in the western country. Fort Ligo- nier and Fort Bedford were erected in 1756, Fort Pitt was erected in 1759, and in the same year Fort Burd in the south- west. After 1 777, several Revolutionary forts were constructed —Fort McIntosh at the mouth of the Beaver River and Fort Armstrong at Kittanning among them. The construction of these forts was made necessary because of the hostility of the Indians who, for the most part, had taken the side of the British. The Revolution in western Pennsylvania was not car- ried on by marching armies of blue-coats and red-coats but was a struggle between, on one side, bands of Indians equipped and led by the British, and, on the other side, starving and poorly equipped companies of American regulars and hastily organized bodies of settlers. The important forts of the West were built according to the plans developed by military experts. Such a fort was usually square or five-sided with an arrowhead-shaped bastion at each corner. The walls were sometimes of earth faced with brick or stone and sometimes were mere log stockades. Inside the walls, near the top, were parapets or platforms, on which riflemen could stand; casemates, or bombproof shelters for the cannon, were built close to the curtains, as the walls of the fort between the bastions were called. Storehouses, barracks, magazines, and wells were located at convenient places within the fort; a draw- bridge that spanned a deep moat led to the outside world. The bastions often enclosed brick or log blockhouses that rose far enough above the walls to enable riflemen to pick off skulking redskins that could not be seen from lower positions. Outside the fort there was usually a village composed of “Indians in the Valley! ” 1 1 9 traders’ cabins and sutlers’ stores, and when there was no dan- ger of attack a number of the garrison were sometimes housed in outside barracks to avoid crowding within the fort. The near-by forest was cut away to prevent besiegers from finding shelter in it, and for the same reason, whenever there was dan- ger of a siege, the outlying cabins were razed or burned. Fertile spots near the forts were planted in corn and garden truck to aid in provisioning the garrisons, for it was difficult to trans- port suflicient food from the East to supply the hundreds of soldiers who were needed to defend the posts. The garrisons of the important forts were usually British or American regu- lars, although at times the province or state furnished a militia contingent. The settlers’ forts were usually ruder, less elaborate affairs than the military forts. The earliest type in remote places was the cabin fort, simply a large cabin to accommodate neighbor- hood families seeking refuge. It was sometimes equipped with a projecting second story, with openings in the floor of the pro- jection to guard against Indians concealing themselves against the walls below. Narrow portholes were cut in the mud be- tween the logs. In more densely populated districts stations were built to shelter larger numbers of people for a longer time. A number of cabins placed on the sides of a square were united by a line of logs thrust upright in the ground so as to present a continuous wall on the outer side. The doors of the cabins opened into a common square on the inner side. Frequently an underground passage was dug from the yard of the fort to an outside spring. In some places the cabins were separated AT TAC K \_/ 1 20 Pioneer Life from one another by log partitions. The roofs sloped inward for protection. At the angles of the fort blockhouses jutted out over the outer walls of the cabins and the stockades, with open- ings in the projecting floors. Entrance to the fort was by two large swinging gates made of thick slabs; they opened inward and were placed at that point in the walls nearest the spring, if there was none within the enclosure. Blockhouses and outer cabins were furnished with loopholes, and there were firing platforms built along the stockaded portions. Around such forts were to be found the rangers, the type of pioneer who developed with a new order of life, when settlers were less isolated and had drawn together and adopted a system of defense. Rangers were organized into companies to serve for a limited time during periods of crisis. They also served as a kind of internal police within the settlements. Up to this time the idea of a fighting organization had not occurred to the set- tler. In the early years of settlement political organization and government--oflicials, taxes, and such things-had not yet been established. It was not long, however, until the frontiersman learned the necessity of acting together with his neighbors, of merging part of his personality in the community. Then the ranger as a type appeared. The ranger was a kind of scout, a man who knew Woodcraft and the tactics of Indian warfare. He was an army in one in- dividual. He carried his artillery on his shoulder. He was his own commissary, carrying his rations on his back and replen- ishing his empty haversack with the rifle as the need arose. He not only was a match for the Indian in the Indian’s mode of warfare, but he also had the advantages of organization. In “Indians in the Valley! ” 1 2 1 ordinary times-in times of quiet sowing or harvest, that is- he might be a farmer cultivating his own small clearing. He might be a trader collecting at various posts loads of peltry and furs. But in times of sudden raid or when messages were to be sent to a distant settlement or fort he was a voluntary soldier, serving in a company or individually, and to him fell the de- fense of the frontier. Every border man was at some time a lighter. The frontier was won by the rifle and the ax, and the rifle. was not the less important of the two. If a pioneer could not afford a rifle, the ax itself became his weapon, or the scythe, or any other imple- ment that could be wielded defensively against a tomahawk or scalping knife. But in every cabin where a rifle could be afforded it held the place of honor on pegs or buck’s horns over the chimney piece, where it could be reached in that second which on the frontier so often decided life and death. At any moment of the day or night might come a thump on the door from a warning hand, and the low call, “Indians!” Then the frontiersman and his wife caught up their children and the fewest possible necessities and scurried through the woods to the nearest station or fort. It was on the American frontier, rather than in Europe, that the rifle was first used to advantage. Here reloading speed could be sacrificed to accuracy and range. It replaced the old smoothbore musket in hunting and war. Braddock’s British regulars used the smoothbore at close range. Many of the In- dians and the French in the engagement used rifles from cover. The loading of the early rifle was a slow process, although an ingenious one. At first, a wooden mallet tamped the bullet into FRONT IERSMAN 1 22 Pioneer Life the muzzle of the barrel, and an iron rod jammed it into place, smashing it into the grooves of the barrel. Later on, the bullet, weighing about half an ounce, was made just a trifle smaller than the barrel and was wrapped in a bit of well-greased rag or deerskin called a “patch.” This patch prevented the leakage of gas from the explosion of the charge and thus gave greater speed and accuracy to the shot, which no longer had to be pounded “out of round” in order to be gripped by the rifling of the barrel. A light hickory rod served to push it into place. Rifles were manufactured in the East, particularly at Lan- caster, the actual birthplace of the “Kentucky rifle.” A man paid fifteen to twenty-five dollars, the value of a small un- cleared farm, for his rifle, depending on its style of mounting. All border men devoted much time to repairing their rifles and making accessories and bullets. The necessary accessories to the rifle were the ramrod, the powder flask of metal or horn, and the bullet pouch. The powder flask was an object of pride and joy. It was usually made of cow or buffalo horn, the large end closed with a wooden disk about a quarter of an inch thick, kept in place by a close-fitting cap of metal. The tip of the horn was cut off to permit the flow of powder. The horn was often finely carved and painted and embossed with broad- headed nails, and the leather strap by which it was worn was likewise carved with curious and beautiful patterns. The old flintlock rifle of legend and history was in use from 1700 until as late as 1850. A small pan of metal placed just behind the rear sight and above the end of the barrel was con- nected with the barrel by a very small hole. This pan contained the priming powder. Attached to it and sloping down into it FLINTLOCK RIFLES “Indians in the Valley! ” 1 2 3 was a piece of rough-faced steel; in the final form taken by the flintlock this piece of steel became a part of the cover that protected the powder in the pan from wind and damp. The flint was attached to a lever, which, when sprung by the trigger, caused the flint to strike sharply on the steel over the priming charge. The ignition of the priming charge was communicated to the charge in the barrel through the hole in the bottom of the pan. Doddridge’s Notes, that pleasant classic of first-hand ac- counts written with an authenticity that a present day writer could only assume, gives an account of how settlers took refuge in near-by forts: “The fort to which my father belonged was, during the last years of the war, three-quarters of a mile from his farm. . . . I well remember that, when a little boy, the family were some- times waked up in the dead of night, by an express with a report that the Indians were at hand. The express came softly to the door, or back window, and by a gentle tapping waked the family. This was easily done, as an habitual fear made us ever watchful and sensible to the slightest alarm. The whole family were instantly in motion. My father seized his gun and other implements of war. My stepmother waked up and dressed the children as well as she could, and being myself the oldest of the children, I had to take my share of the burdens to be carried to the fort. There was no possibility of getting a horse in the night to aid us in removing to the fort. Besides the little children, we caught up what articles of clothing and provision we could get hold of in the dark, for we durst not light a candle or even stir the fire. All this was done with the utmost dispatch 1 24 Pioneer Life and the silence of death. The greatest care was taken not to awaken the youngest child. To the rest it was enough to say Indian and not a whimper was heard afterwards. Thus it often happened that the whole number of families belonging to a fort who were in the evening at their homes, were all in their little fortress before the dawn of the next morning.” Frontier forts were not only places of defense but were also temporary homes. Their occupants were not always garrisons of soldiers and scouts. During sieges they became little towns of one broad square—a kind of market place, drilling ground, and playground, as well as a pasture field for stock—busy with women in linsey gowns and kerchiefs and with laughing, tus- sling children playing games in the sun. Women did much of the work about the forts. In case of attack they provided and served the men on duty with food and water; they chopped spelt, a kind of loose-eared wheat that grew on poor soil, for the cattle; and, with an armed cov- ering party, they even ventured out to the spelt field beside the fort to gather the grain. They did the washing, gathered fire- wood, and cleaned the courtyard. The small cabins packed with restless families were hardly comfortable. And the courtyard was little better, for here was herded the stock. Water became scarce, food supplies ran low, and the continual danger of attack wore on the nerves of the occupants. When it seemed safe, the families gladly returned to their homes and the men went back to their fields and clear- ings. But the anxiety of the women at such times became so great that many of them preferred to follow the men and boys to their work; they prepared dinner over a fire and kept a “Indians in the Valley! ” 1 25 lookout for Indians, so that they might share the danger. Forts were occasionally the scene of other than military activities. At Vance’s Fort (now Coraopolis), in 1778, occurred one of these scenes. Settlers living near the fort had been driven, in the autumn season of Indian raids, into its walls for safety. During the long days and nights of the siege, a young man, Joseph Patterson, encouraged the settlers to huddle together for worship while some of the men stood guard with their rifles. In the smoky, ill-smelling fort he talked to the people tense with anxiety of a greater danger than that without the fort, of the danger of ungodliness within. He talked of a death more ter- rible than that by the tomahawk, a death in sin, unrepentant and unredeemed. Sometimes Patterson sat and talked with only three or four men and women, huddled on stools by the fireplace, while rushlights and pine knots sputtered. But in the narrow confines of the room his voice reached others than those gathered close to him-reached in fact all the company in the little fort. The group of armed men fell silent. Danger and the nearness of possible death drove home his earnest words. Patterson prayed. He led a hymn. Men with guns in their hands and women with sleeping babies in their arms joined with him. “The Lord was there and his work went pleasantly on.” Through such conferences the people derived comfort and courage. More than one early church took root in similar fashion, under the leadership of men like Patterson. Frequently before a frontier family could reach the nearest fort, before they could even leave their cabin, they were caught. Torture was common, although sudden death from a toma- hawk blow was more so. Captivity took hundreds of border LANTERN 1 26 Pioneer Life men, women, and children. Some did not survive captivity; others returned after months or years either through treaty or escape. Many children refused to return to their homes, so little did they remember them and so firmly had they grown into Indian ways. I Captivity was a cruel experience, even for those who were received into the tribes. The rapid marches through wilderness forests; the prospect of death; the sight of one’s fellows, one’s wife or husband or children, tomahawked or tortured before one’s eyes was so appalling that those who survived often lost their minds. During the years when the Indians were making war the settlers enjoyed little peace except in winter, when Indians were least able to make their invasions into the settlements. Having spent many summer days cooped up in uncomfortable forts, the settlers hailed the approach of winter with joy, for then they could remain in their cabins, which, drafty and smoky as they might be and empty of the most ordinary comforts known to us, were nevertheless home to the border men and women. If their corn had been left to ripen by the Indians and the potatoes had flourished, there was happy activity in gather- ing and shelling corn, in potato digging, and in repairing the farm tools and cabin for spring. The first frost and the first snow flurry were really welcome, for they were like a lock on the country to fasten it safely from marauding savages. Then when the long, safe winter first promised to break into spring, along toward the last week of February, or early in March, the frontiersman and frontier woman again became doubtful, restive, and expectant. They went about their work “Indians in the Valley!” 1 27 with eyes and ears constantly alert for danger. For these first spring thaws that began to open up the frozen lands were the “powwowing Clays” that preceded the first Indian raids. In the advancing pageant of migration there occurred more than one dramatic retreat, when large numbers of settlers scooped their goods together and swarmed back toward the mountains and beyond them, where for a time they could rest in safety from Indians harrying the settlements throughout the western end of the state. The summer of 1774, the time of Dunmore’s War, was a remarkable one in this respect. The region west of the Monon- gahela River was overrun by scalping parties marking their way with blood and destruction. A number of forts, even in the most remote sections, were attacked about the same time. The southwestern section of the state was under a rain of bul- lets and fire arrows. Panic seized the settlers, and the contagion of terror spread like a forest fire. From almost every cabin, from log fort after log fort, from villages and towns fled men and women and children. They converged from every path upon the roads leading east. Cabins stood open-doored after the hasty departure of their occupants, tables were left set, irons and pots stood on the hearth, and the coverlets from the beds were used to wrap small treasures that could be snatched up. Past their ripening cornfields and flax patches, past the greening cabbage beds and turnips rows, families fled toward the nearest fort, hoping to reach it by nightfall as a stage in their flight. Thronging together at the Monongahela, more than a thousand people crossed in one day at three ferries not one mile apart. 2 Pioneer Life for a moment at what they had done. The long road they had recently left led west no longer. They had reached its end. It ran east now, from the clearing on the frontier’s edge. These were moments when, tired but hopeful, they stopped to realize not the struggle but the beauty, not the doubts but the achieve- ments, not the weariness and hardship of the journey but the rest and the promise of home. Now they could look, not at thickset trees to be cut and the unfinished door or chimney of their cabin, not at the rough-surfaced ground to be plowed and the threat of storm in the sky, but at the sunlight in the clear- ing as it fell on the scattered tree chips and the chicory flowers at their feet, when the hand could be free of the rifle and could relax on the haft of the ax. These were the true pioneers, the man and woman who had come out on foot, driving perhaps one lean cow or carrying all their belongings on their backs. During the first year of their life in the wilderness they ate mostly potatoes and slept on clean leaves gathered in the woods. These first settlers found seed so scarce that when a hen ate the melon seeds laid in the sun to dry they cut open the hen’s crop and sewed it up again, so as not to lose either the seeds or the hen. They were the kind of men and women who would rather live in crude cabins set in small and slovenly clearings than remain as indentured ser- vants in the eastern counties and states; the kind of men and women who worked on, half-starved for lack of proper food because they had been tricked by land speculators into think- ing they were going into a land of honey and milk; the kind of men and women who had accepted the hard life of the frontier because land in the East was scarce and expensive. These were 1 28 Pioneer Life St. Clair, in a letter, told Governor Penn of his observations along the Forbes Road near Fort Ligonier. “I am certain I did not meet less than a hundred Families and I think two Thou- sand head of cattle in twenty miles riding. . . . yesterday they all moved into this place [Ligom'er].” Washington's land agent also wrote, “If we had not had forts built there would not have been ten families left this side of the mountains besides what are at Fort Pitt.” But the danger passed for the moment. Gradually the settlers regained their courage. One after another of the families moved back, and new ones came on. The frontiersmen once more took up the work of settlement, although the forts were still necessary and were frequently used from time to time, until finally in 1794 Anthony Wayne’s victory at Fallen Tim- bers, in the Northwest Territory, removed the Indian menace from western Pennsylvania. Yarbs, Doctors, and Charms XI HE rugged, out-of-door life and simple diet of the early T western Pennsylvania settlers might, to our modern view, be considered a perfect prescription for good health. But this mode of living was not an unmixed blessing. Their knowledge of hygiene and of the prevention and cure of disease was very limited. What they did know of these things was more through instinct than science. They were subject to the effects of exposure. A settler returning from the winter woods to his cabin, wet, tired, and hungry, would sit before the fire to dry his clothes or lie down to sleep in his clothes, wet as they were, so long as his feet were stretched close to the fire. Warm underwear was almost unknown, and waterproof jackets and heavy overcoats were extremely rare. The unbalanced nature of a diet consisting mainly of corn and meat showed its effects in the jaundiced and pasty complexions of most of the pioneers. No dentists were available to care for their teeth. Illness and physical ailments were considered natural and inescapable and generally the settlers could see no rea- son for quarantine. The records of Yohogania County, how- ever, reveal “that inhabitants of this county have leave to In- 129 1 30 Pioneer Life noculate for the Small pox at their houses or such other con- venient Places as they may think proper.” In cold weather the sick and the well slept in the same almost air-tight rooms. Many diseases were bred by the lack of sanitation, and various fevers carried off men and women in their prime and rapidly filled the newly laid out graveyards. Many children died at birth or in the first year or two of their lives; only the fittest and luckiest won through. In view of such conditions of ignorance and care- lessness, it is remarkable that the settlers even survived, let alone accomplished what they did. The ague, known also as the “ager” and the “shakes,” was so common that it excited no great concern. People merely said, “He’s not sick; he’s just got the ager.” The sufferer en- dured his symptoms as best he could—-yawnings and stretch- ings, weakness and lack of energy, sweating, and cold chills that increased until his teeth chattered uncontrollably. With returning warmth came raging fever, with pains racking his head and back. A spell of ague might last for weeks, chills and fever coming close together or alternating one day with an- other. Schedules of work, of courting, and of business were arranged in accordance with the regular attacks. Cholera and typhoid epidemics came and went with the seasons. Knowing how unsanitary were the conditions of that day, we suspect that most of their fevers were typhoid. The pioneers believed that these diseases were caused by night air, decaying refuse, unripe fruit, lack of sleep, grief, and worry. Contagious diseases such as scarlet fever, measles, mumps, and chicken pox were con- sidered unavoidable and necessary steps in the development to adulthood. Children in good health were often deliberately Yarbs, Doctors, and Charms 1 3 1 exposed to the milder diseases in order to get the sickness “over with.” Erysipelas and skin disorders spread through communi- ties. Pneumonia, or “lung fever,” was common and nearly everyone suffered from rheumatism. The means for fighting these diseases were tragic in their inadequacy. Treatment was largely domestic and primitive, and often superstitious and unsound. Not until the resources of home remedies and theories had been exhausted was the doctor called, if indeed there was one within calling distance. The country doctor, willing and eager to help as he might be, was limited in many ways. He frequently struggled through uncut forests and battled with swollen streams to reach his patients. A branch overhead or a hole underfoot might throw him from his horse. When he at last arrived, his lore was per- haps insufficient. His training had been obtained not in a medi- cal college but as the apprentice of another doctor, whose horse he had cared for and whose pills, as large as cherries, he had rolled while he gathered what scraps of information he could until he was ready to begin his own practice. He placed his greatest faith in bloodletting and purgatives and emetics. The treatments he used were often more painful than the wounds and disorders he sought to heal, but they were the only theories he knew. Thus, to relieve an irritation, he sometimes threaded a horse hair through a fold of skin or kept a pea or a bit of lint in an incision. A coil of corded cotton was treated to burn slowly so that when laid on the skin it irritated steadily. To cauterize a wound he seared it with a hot iron. To cure a fever or delirium he first bled the patient until the sufferer was near exhaustion; he gave an emetic of ipecac, a MORTAR AND PE STLE \SASSAFRAS 1 3 2 Pioneer Life cathartic of calomel, and then opium to quiet the disturbed internal organs. All this time the patient probably lay in a close room and was denied cooling drinks. If he suffered from the dumb ague, which was mostly fever rather than chills, the patient was carried outside, laid uncovered on a piece of sack- ing, and buckets of cold spring water were poured over him until he had a “decided and pretty powerful smart chance of a shake.” It is amazing that anyone withstood such drastic though well-intentioned teatment. The frontiersman relied on herbs and superstition for his home cures. Almost all childish ailments were ascribed to worms, for which the child was given scrapings from pewter spoons and large doses of “pink and senna” or sugar and turpen- tine. For older people all sorts of remedies were used. The local “yarb and root doctor” (in nearly every community there was some one considered skilled in the care of the sick and the use of herbs) prescribed for fevers such remedies as snakeroot, sassa- fras, dogwood, willow, white walnut bark peeled upward, or a glass of pearlash and water. If no one was at hand to supervise the bloodletting, pleurisy was treated with catnip and penny- royal, butterfly weed tea, or brimstone, sulphur, and eggs. For burns, what might seem to be the remains of an average dinner was used in poultices of scraped potatoes, toasted turnips, and corn meal with slippery elm bark. Snakebite was dealt with externally through cupping, that is, drawing the blood to the surface by means of a vacuum, and covering an incision around the bite with salt and gun- powder; for internal treatment the patient drank “Mononga- hela rye” or a beverage of plantain in boiled milk. A gunshot Yarbs, Doctors, and Charms 1 33 wound was treated with slippery elm bark. The “itch” sent the early pioneer to two basic materials, brimstone and hog’s lard, which were mixed into an ointment and applied to the affected area. Materials at hand were used for various purposes: grease from the Christmas goose was good for sore throat; ‘a poultice of scraped potatoes was supposed to cure headache; cancer was believed to be cured by a poultice of a teaspoonful of scrapings from a brass kettle mixed with mutton suet. For rheumatism, oils from rattlesnakes, geese, wolves, bears, rac- coons, ground hogs, and even skunks were applied to the pain- ful areas. Common coughs and lung disorders were treated with syrups, usually of spikenard and elecampane. Strange things were done by the pioneers in their attempts to ease the sufferings endured by those they loved. At many of their practices we smile, but the people who in their ignorance employed such cures did so with the utmost faith. To prevent bedsores (when a patient was bedfast), a crock or an ax was put under the bed. In case of kidney trouble, for which there was no careful diagnosis, goat urine was given. One remedy for the ague was to hang a spider around the neck of the suf- ferer. To cure epilepsy the heart of a rattlesnake was eaten, or a forked hickory tree was split open and the halves wedged apart at the crotch, the victim was passed through three times, and the wedge removed; if the tree healed and grew the patient would recover. Erysipelas was cause for any black cat in the neighborhood to run, for the pioneers believed that the blood of a black cat could cure this disease. The result was that scarce- ly one in the neighborhood could be found without at least a piece of its ear missing. They also wrapped an eel skin about a 1 34 Pioneer Life sprain, tied a toad to a snake bite to draw out the poison, and thought bed-wetting could be cured by spanking with a bake- oven mop or by having the child eat fried mouse pie. Certainly the early settlers waged a valiant struggle against adversity, intensified not only by the constant threat and reality of illness, but even by the dangers of their so-called cures and remedies. Settlers who were cut off from doctors who might have ex- plained their illnesses, or from intelligent neighbors who could have told them why a crop had failed, often gave strange rea- sons for such things. Poorly informed, without books or printed guides, some individuals of all racial elements fell back on superstitious explanations that primitive peoples had used for centuries. It was easier to explain the sudden death of the single cow that supplied a family with milk or the strange behavior of a watchdog by blaming such occurrences on witches and spells rather than to find the real reason. Many defenseless women who were perhaps queer or merely aged were accused of witchcraft simply because they lived near families who suf- fered misfortune. When a mishap coincided with the passing by of such a woman from up the branch or along the ridge, the two events were related in the mind of the untaught set- tler. The conclusion reached was that the woman must be a witch. Old tales of witchcraft were revived by those who had heard such tales in their childhood in Europe. It was believed that animals, children, and objects could be verhext, or bewitched, in a number of ways. Persons with such power were said to destroy cattle by shooting them with hair balls. They were also accused of putting spells on guns that Yarbs, Doctors, and Charms 1 3 5 missed their mark, on knives and tools that were mislaid. They were said to have changed men into horses that they bridled, saddled, and rode furiously over the hills to their witches’ Sab- baths or meetings. Many a pioneer believed his cow had gone dry because a witch had milked her. This the witch was sup- posed to do by fastening a new pin in a new towel for each cow to be milked. The towels she then hung over her doorway, and, as she repeated her incantations, she drew milk from the fringe of the towels after the manner of milking the cows. Cattle and dogs believed to be bewitched were burned on the forehead with a branding iron. If an animal died under the spell of a witch its whole body was burned to ashes. A witch could inflict strange and incurable diseases, such as dropsy of the brain or rickets. For rickets, or “falling away,” the German settlers had a strange cure. At sundown the child so inflicted was measured with a piece of red string. If the length of the body as measured by the string was less than seven times the length of the child’s foot, the string was made into a loop and the child was passed through it three times while a charm was repeated. The string was then tied round a grindstone. When the string had worn out the child would have attained its proper length. Charms spoken to effect such cures were treasured in secrecy. Such charms might be told by a man to a woman or by a woman to a man. But if told by a woman to a woman or by a man to a man they lost their magic. Knowledge of such charms brought down upon women who knew them the charge of being a witch; men who could use them were looked upon as wizards. But the power of a witch could be broken, the pioneers be- lieved, and they had several devices for this purpose. If a FIRE TONGS V €=