Click on highlighted words to see pop-up picture.
Close all picture windows before opening another.
Trek AT Half King's Town
Hear Ye All Scouts,
There will, to all scouts able to come and engage in support to their country to assemble at a point near Half Kings Town at the 10th hour on the 24th day of April, the year of our Lord 1780. Dispatched as charged to observe and if necessary to engage in battle with the enemy.
Orders are as follows: to locate, observe the camps, calculate the strength in numbers, if they are being aided by the British, the whereabouts of their supplies, map their camps and record their activities. Capt. Samuel Brady was selected by Col. Brodhead for the mission but due to illness, has left us in charge.
We will form at Mr. King's homestead located south of the U.S.224 trail 3 miles on the east side of the Harrison Trail (Rt. 53) I will go in advance to secure the area somewhere about 8:30 -9:00 A.M.
Be prepared to do battle if necessary. We will give dispatch to the scouts then disperse to the orders of the day. See you then and with God's Speed, Good Luck.
Your most Humble and obedient servant,
thomas Johnathan Edgington
So began the Trek to Half King's Town.
The week had brought nothing but cold, wet weather. We were all but sure the trek could not go on as planned ,but the Lord smiled on us, and the sky cleared ,and the trek was to begin.
All scouts selected were competent and dependable. Tomas Edington (John Covert) ,a big, authorative man would be in charge of the mission. Robert Park seemed like a good choice ,he was a young and hardy scout ,and his woodsman skills were well honed. Richard Stephens, a tall, hawk-eyed individual who had done some spying for the Iroquois, seemed like a good choice too 1.. Daniel Franklin Hogue, was chosen for his great stamina and good sense of humor 2. Then there was Joseph Cramer. Selected for his great skills at mapping new territories. Mr. Morey was also picked. For he had the ability to go without much, if any sleep. He would be of use for the long nightwatch in this hostile territory. Jeremiah Newman. Known for his marksmanship skill. Jeffrey Pell was the youngest chosen. He seemed to have a lot of promise and had proven himself on other missions. Mr. Ebersol was a fine marksman and he and Jonathan Davidson were experienced canoes men. They would be an advantage if a fast departure were needed in case of an attack that had the scouts far too out numbered. And finally. I was fortunate enough to have been chosen. I by no means was the strongest or best fighter, but I was chosen . to no doubt, keep a journal and record the happenings.
Some of us met at the Park homestead the night before. There we went over our gear and tactics .We decided to take to the woods and not follow the traveled paths in case of an attack. We practiced Hand signals and owl and turkey calls, in case we needed to communicate while the enemy was near by.
We left the next morning after a brief delay .We feared for some time we might have to leave Daniel Franklin Hogue behind, for it seemed he had fallen ill. This was not to our liking for he is one of our best scouts Having some experience in the study of herbs and medicines, I concluded he had a reaction that seemed to come from a spider bite .I administered the proper medication. He seemed to be responding well so we left to begin our journey. We decided since the river was high, crossing would be tedious, so we would make a base camp and leave unnecessary, heavier gear there. We needed to travel light and fast.
We picked a high, well drained place to make camp . .The wild flowers were all in bloom and there was an Eagle nesting within full sight of the camp. He flew over soon after we arrived to seemingly, have a look.. After firewood was gathered in we made our cache, and left for Half Kings Town.We were still on edge wondering if we would fall prey to the Indians, but this mission was an important one, so we journeyed on. The area was full of edible plants and game. While out and about, scout Jeffery Pell found morel mushrooms for our evening meal. He also observed grouse, and turkey on the trail. Squirrel and Duck were there as well. This Wyandot country seemed to be spilling over with a wonderful bounty .We reached the rivers edge and could observe Half Kings Town from a distance. . WE observed from our hiding places. After a while, it seemed as though we might be discovered so we slipped out .We thought for a while we would be followed but after we stopped and listened we heard nothing and continued back 3. to the base camp.
We started our fire . and began our evening meal .We enjoyed fresh game. Mr. Edington was a fine hunter and had acquired wild game that very morning .We all feasted on the delicious meat. This would make our rations last longer. Whenever we could live off the land we do indeed take advantage of the situation.
The sunny day was coming to an end, and the sun was going down. The cool evening air was upon us .The night was long and cold. About 20 degrees, we are told. This kept the night watch to an easy task, for it was hard to sleep for any amount of time since we had packed light, most of us having only one blanket. We survived the cold and no Indian attacks through the night. We woke to the sound of a turkey gobbling in the morning mist. This was quite disconcerting .We listened for some time and it did indeed turn out to be a turkey calling for a mate. And not a Wyandot calling for an attack.
We fixed tea and ate our rations and packed up our gear. As we left the camp the eagle made one more pass. Maybe he was telling us to journey safely.
We were back and turned over our maps and notes to Col. Brodhead. The commander studied them with mounting excitement and congratulated Edington on a job well done. What these spies and our Scouts . had brought back was, I feel, the key to destroying the Wyandots and hostile Delaware's and their allies. Now all Broadhead had to do was put together-and properly supply-the Army that would undertake this operation. 4.
Keep On Trekking,
Footnotes1.-2.-3.-4....That Dark And Bloody River by Alan Eckert pgs.221-223-224