Georges Township High School - Georgian Yearbook (Uniontown, PA)

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A LAD KILLS A RED-CRESTED GOBBLER l:-ooo-si In Wood county, West Virginia, a man had a son, twelve years of age, who had been used to firing his father's gun, as most boys did in those days. He heard, he supposed, turkeys on or near the bank of the Ohio, and asked his father to let him take the gun and kill one. His father, knowing that the Indians frequently decoyed people by such noises, refused, saying it was probably an Indian. When he had gone to work, the boy took the gun and paddled his canoe over the river, but had the precaution to land some distance from where he had heard the turkey all the morning, prob- ably from fear of scaring the game, and perhaps a little afraid of Indians. The banks were steep, and the boy cautiously advanced to where he could see without being seen. Watching a while for his game, he happened to see an Indian cau- tiously looking over a log, to notice where the boy had landed. The lad fixed his gun at a rest, watching the place Where he had seen the Indian's head, and when it appeared again, fired and the Indian disappeared. The boy dropped the gun and ran for his canoe, which he paddled over the river as soon as possible. When he reached home, he said, Mother, I have killed an Indian I and the mother replied, No, you have not. Yes, I have, said the boy. The father coming in, he made the same report to him, and received the same reply, but he constantly aiiirmed it was even so, and, as the gun was left, a party took the boy over the river to find it and show the place where he shot the Indian, and, behold, his words were found verified. The ball had entered the head, where the boy aflirmed he shot, between the eye and ear. 86

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HISTORICAL SKETCHES We have attempted to make this annual in- teresting and instructive. We have gleaned the following Historical Sketches from the tales of the Western Border as told by relia- hle Historians. We feel that the boys and girls of Fayette County should he proud of the history of their native county. To this end we have attempt- ed to reproduce some of the stories connected with the early days of South Western Penn- sylvania. -EDITOR. 85

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GEORGE BOZARTH'S RUSE AND ESCAPE -i-:-oo0A:HL- The last incursion of savages in Northwestern Virginia happened in 1794. A murderous band appeared on Wheeling Creek. Expresses were sent all about to warn the people, but they had been so long exempt from savage marauders. that a false security was engendered. Among other careless settlers, John Bozarth, with his sons, George and John, were busy in a field drawing grain to the barn,,when the agonizing shrieks of those at the house rent the air, and they hastened to ascertain the cause. The elasticity of youth enabled George to approach the huts? some few paces in advance of his father, but the practiced eye of the all gzi- tlemanfirst discovered an Indian, only a smallldistance from this son, and with, his gun raised to fire upon him. With parental solicitude .he exclaimed, Take.care, George, an Indian is going to shoot you I George was then too near the savage to think of escaping byttlight. He looked at him steadily, and when he supposed the fatal aim was taken and the finger ,just pressing the trigger, he fell. and the ball whistled by him. Not doubting but that the youth had 'fallen in death, the savage passed by him and pressed in pursuit of the father. Mr. Bozarth was yet springy and agile, and was enabled to keep ahead of his pursuer. Despairing of overtaking him, by reason of his great speed, the savage hurled a toma- hawk at his head. It passed harmlessly by, and the old gentleman got safely off. When George Bozarth fell as the Indian fired, he lay as if dead, and supposing the scalping knife would be next applied to his head, determined on seizing the savage by the legs as he would stoop over him, and endeavor to bring him to the ground, when he hoped to be able to gain the mastery over him. Seeing him pass on in pursuit of his father, he arose and took Hight also. On his way he overtook a younger brother, who had become alarmed and was hobbling slowly away on a sore foot. George gave him every aid in his power to facilitate his flight, until he discovered that another of the savages was pressing close upon them. Knowing that if he remained with his brother, both must inevitably perish, he was reluctantly forced to leave him to his fate. Proceeding on, he came up with his fatheri who, not doubting but he was killed when the savage fired at him, broke forth with the exclamation, Why, George, I thought you were dead I and manifested, even in that sorrowful moment, a joyful feeling at his mis- take. The Indians who were at the house wrought their work of blood, killing two or three small children and took Mrs. Bozarth and two boys prisoners. With these they made their way to their towns, and arrived in time to surrender their captives to General Wayne. 87