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The dead sergeants were brought in and buried. After the whole army was paraded on the bank of the creek, the general
came out and ordered Blues dragoons, who had deserted their officer and were then under guard, to be court-martialed.
While the trial was going on, the general had a grave dug for the dragoon who had led the retreat. The court found this man
guilty and ordered him to be shot. The general, after haranguing the troops for half an hour, pardoned the prisoner and forgave
the others.
Brigadier General James Wilkinson and Majors McMahon and Mills left our winter camp (where we had begun to build huts)
on November 13 with 500 infantry and four troops of horse for Fort Washington to escort provisions out of this place.
Colonel Strong and Captain Tillinghast, going on furlough, were likewise going to Fort Washington. when they got to Fort
Jefferson they left the command and went on in the old road only with ten dragoons. When within four miles of Fort St. Clair
their vanguard, two horsemen, was fired upon and one man killed. The other was shot through his clothes. Colonel Strong,
about to order a charge, ordered the dragoons to draw their swords. But the Indians, some fifteen in number, came toward
them at full speed , yelling their war yell. Colonel Strong ordered a retreat. Captain Tillinghast told me the next day that he was
mounted on a slow pack horse, and the Indians were right on his heels. Nevertheless when his hat fell off he was about to stop
and pick it up but he saw he was about to be overtaken. He said that fortunately for him the horse of the dragoon that had
been killed came back and was stopped by one of the men. He abandoned his slow horse and mounted the other. The
Indians continued to chase them, but they got back to Jefferson safely at ten o'clock that night.
On November 20 we moved into our log huts, which had been completed except for the doors and bunks. General Wayne
named the cantonment Greenville. On December 2 General Wilkinson returned with his escort and the supply train; but he had
been so greatly delayed by bad weather and bad roads that the corn he brought was already entirely insufficient. Hence he
had to send back some of the pack horses. During the month other pack trains, one of which I commanded, brought in
supplies of clothing, salt, flour corn, etc.
Later that month Major Burbeck with eight companies of infantry marched to St. Clair's battleground. General Wayne, his
aides, and the adjutant general went with them. They collected and buried most of the bones of the heroes who fell there on
November 21, 1791. They said that they buried between four to five hundred skulls. They built a fort there, which the general
named Fort Recovery. We left Captains Bissell ans Gibson and a detachment in the new fort and returned to Greenville.
On New Years day I went with General Wayne and a number of other officers to Fort Jefferson and dined with General
Wilkinson. Bill of fare: roast venison, roast beef, boiled and roasted mutton, boiled and roast veal, boiled and roast turkey and
fowls; mince, apples, tarts, etc., etc. Sweetmeats of all kinds, preserves and jellies, floating ice and ice cream; plum pudding
and plum cake, vegetables of every kind, plenty of the best wine, (No wonder Wayne had gout.-Ed.) At evening we had tea
and coffee in high style. Mrs. Wilkinson was present. We got back to Greenville at ten o'clock at night.
Ten days later a flag of truce came in from the Shawnee Indian tribe. One man and one Indian said they came in peace and to
bury the hatchet. two more of their party who had stopped a little way back because they were afraid to come to the fort
came in the next day, and the whole party claimed they were all for peace. The general told them they must bring in all the
prisoners they held, and then they would make peace with them. They promised to be at Fort Recovery by February 15.
On the 23rd a friendly Indian named Stiff Knee stabbed himself and died within a few minutes. His death was much lamented,
and a court of inquiry was convened, which declared that he was insane. The next day Stiff Knee was buried with full military
honors, the commanding general and most of the officers attending. After the cannon had been fired over the grave we all
went to the general's quarters and had a glass of wine.
On February 22 I was sitting in my hut about eight in the morning when I heard two shots fired in the cantonment. I was
immediately informed that a duel had been fought between Lieutenants Bradshaw and Hustin, and that both were mortally
wounded. Bradshaw, a Mason, was brought to camp by his friends the Masons and given a Masonic funeral. Hustin was
brought in by soldiers and buried beside Bradshaw. Very few officers attended the funeral, and I heard several officers
observe that they were glad both officers had been killed. That was also my opinion, for this was the fifth duel that had been
fought by young officers during the past year. Only one had been killed, but a number had been wounded. Some of the
officers favored prosecuting the officers who had acted as seconds, but the general said nothing about it.
Hustin and Bradshaw were promising officers, Bradshaw in particular. He was a man of great genius and excellent education,
having been trained for the law, but drink was his failing. The dispute began when Hustin went to Bradshaw's hut (they were
friends), whereupon Bradshaw said to him, ADamn you, I don't keep a tavern. Leave my house! (He was in liquor.) Hustin
went out. The next morning Bradshaw went to Hustin and tried to make amends, but Hustin, urged, it is said, by other
officers, sent him a challenge. This was the night before the fight. At this time there was more quarreling, jargon, and confusion
throughout the whole legion than I ever saw in any army.
During March and April several expeditions went out, but the Indians were quiet, and the only sign of trouble was that war
with England was expected. General Wayne kept getting dispatches from the War Office, but he kept the contents to himself.
All the talk was that the legion would be transferred to the Atlantic coast, which pleased us- we would be glad to get out of
the woods.
On the 27th an express cam in from Forts Washington and Hamilton informing the general that Indians were being seen
frequently between the two posts. Several soldiers and one Indian had been killed within the past few days. During the rest of
this month the Indians killed several men near our post, including one of my boys (probably a soldier detailed as a Astriker@
or servant) named Mallory, who with Major McMahon's boy went out hunting contrary to orders. Four days later two
officers went out with a detachment. They found Mallory's body. He had been scalped. They buried him and returned to the
post without seeing any Indians.
In the middle of May Colonel Hamtramck, who was then at Fort Washington to escort a supply train to Greenville, sent
Lieutenant Clark forward to Hamilton with the pack horses. Near Seven Mile Tree, Clark's front guard was fired upon by
Indians and seven men killed. The pack horsemen fled in confusion until they met Lieutenants Edward D. Turner and Robert
D. Lee, who were riding ahead of the main body with twelve dragoons. The dragoons charged the Indians, killed one and
wounded several more and recaptured from them the guns and blankets they had taken from the pack train.
When the news of this reached headquarters the next day I went out at reveille with 200 men, reaching St. Clair the same
night. Indian signs were thick but we saw no Indians. At St. Clair I met Captain Edward Butler, who was coming on with
horses.
On the following day, May 16, I set forth again at two in the morning, expecting to be attacked before we met Colonel
Hamtramck; but we met him at noon at the Thirteen Mile Tree. His fifty wagons had come through safely. While I was absent
from Greenville, Major McMahon marched his command to the vicinity of the Indian towns and had a small skirmish. He
returned with one scalp. On the 20th I brought all the stores safely to Greenville. Colonel Strong, who had gone to Fort
Washington with another supply train, had a small brush near St. Clair with the Indians while he was returning. They drove in
scouts, which caused him to go to Fort St. Clair until he thought it safe to proceed.
By the general order of the day on June 6 I was ordered to take command of the hay-getting party. I began work the next
day, using 100 workmen. I took Captain Butler's and Captain Howell Lewis' companies as guards. We continued gathering
hay the rest of June.
On the 29th Major McMahon was ordered to escort a pack train to Fort Recovery. He was to take Captain Hartshorn=s
company and would be joined by Captain Shaylor's company, Captains Thomas Lewis' company of infantry, and a
detachment of horse under Captain Taylor. That evening the Choctaw Indian scouts came in and said there were many
Shawnee Indians nigh Fort Recovery. Nevertheless that same night Major McMahon went to Fort Recovery with 500 horses
loaded with flour, salt, whiskey, etc. He delivered his load without seeing any Indians or signs of them, and camped for the
night near the fort.
Early the next morning a friendly Indian went into Fort Recovery and made signs to Major McMahon that there were a great
many bad Indians nigh the fort, but the Major laughed at him and did not believe him. About eight o'clock the officers were in
the fort and at breakfast, the soldiers were preparing to march, and some of the pack horsemen were moving on ahead with
their horses. Just as they got out of the clearing they were fired upon by a few Indians. Some of the men were killed and the
others retreated into the fort.
The major ordered Captain Hartshorn to form the troops. This was done instantly, and the major mounted his horse without
stopping to get his hat. He ordered Hartshorn to gain the flanks, then he himself went on at full speed with the cavalry.
By this time the Indians were in the woods entirely around the fort and in ambush. The major had got withing a few yards of
the Indian line, which in that quarter lay concealed under the bank of a creek, when they rose up and fired. This fire killed the
major and Lieutenant Torry and wounded Captain Taylor. By this time Captain Hartshorn also had reached the enemy line
and received their fire. He was wounded in the thigh and Lieutenant Cragg killed. The captain's sergeant and several soldiers
started helping the captain to hobble to the fort. But when they reached the clearing immediately around the fort the Indians
had got between them and the fort. Their retreat thus cut off, the wounded captain and his sergeant made for the woods again,
closely pursued by the Indians. Hartshorn shouted to his men to leave them and save themselves, that he was a dead man. The
Indians came up and tomahawked him while his men were still in sight.
At this time Captain Gibson sent Lieutenant Drake out of the fort with as many men as he could spare, to cover the retreat of
Hartshorn's soldiers. Drake on this occasion behaved with great propriety and he did honor to himself, but was wounded and
carried into the fort.
The Indians, believed to number 1,500, remained around until the next morning , then left. They took from us 400 horses and
30 bullocks. The news of this defeat reached us at Greenville the same afternoon. We had heard the firing but did not know
what it was.
On this day (of McMahon's disaster) I had paraded my men at sunrise prior to going out as usual to get hay, but General
Wayne stopped me and ordered all cattle and horses be brought in. Scouts had reported that Indians were all about us. Then
at 9 a.m. since all was quiet, he told me to go ahead, but warned me to keep alert. Before marching out of the fort I sent
ahead a front guard to scout the prairie and woods. When we got a mile from camp a packmaster on the other side of the
creek called to me that he had seen six Indians just a few minutes before I arrived. I soon found, however, that it was my own
front guard that he had seen, so I ordered several riflemen to go out two or three miles and if they discovered any large Indian
trails to come in and let me know. They soon returned and said they saw a number of large trails on the west side of the
prairie.
I sent a messenger to the general, but received no reply. Therefore I put the men to work gathering hay, meanwhile keeping
out several guards. About 11 o'clock the D.Q.M. General (quartermaster) came down and told me that the general ordered
that I march my men immediately to camp. At this time I had twenty loads of hay ready to be moved. I asked the Q.master if
the general expected me to bring in the teams without loading; but he scared half to death and could not tell. We loaded the
wagons and went to the post. I never saw wagons loaded more quickly. Had the Indians who attacked Major McMahon
seen my party they would of course cut me off, for during that fight McMahon and I were two miles apart and could not have
reinforced each other. Early in July Major Winston, while returning with his command from Fort Hamilton, suffered from
Indians who hung on his rear, killing several of his men and taking prisoners from the friendly Choctaws who were with him.
I completed the haying on July 12, having gathered and brought in 715 loads. We had several alarms, some real and some
false, but lost no men. The following day we held a general review, at which General Wayne called the officers together and
told us that we must get our baggage ready to march at a moment's notice. We would be going on a campaign soon.
On July 14 Lieutenant Dun and Cornet Blue fought a duel. Dun was shot through the body and died the next day. This duel
was not caused by liquor but was fought over a very trifling matter. Lieutenant Dun had his horse killed in the action at Fort
Recovery. He then appropriated a public horse that Blue's boy had been riding. Blue was displeased and requested Dun to
give up the horse. Dun replied: AMr Blue, if you had been so unfortunate as to lose your horse and my servant had a horse
that suited you, you certainly should have him. Blue said, AYou are taking advantage of your rank, as you always do. If I
were to take satisfaction, you would arrest me.Said Dun, Take what satisfaction you please.
Blue told him that was all he wanted, and immediately went out and sent Dun a challenge to fight next morning, which was
accepted. Dun was a worthy officer from New York. Lieutenant Coventry acted as second for Dun and Cornet Posey for
Blue. A few hours before he died, Lieutenant Dun sent for Blue, and after looking at him for a few minutes, said, Mr. Blue,
you see the distressed situation into which you have brought me. You have, without foundation, thought me to be your enemy.
I now declare to you that I was always your friend. You are a passionate young man, Mr. Blue. Look on me and let it be a
lesson for you to govern your passion in the future. I forgive you and wish that you may prosper hereafter. All the officers
attended the funeral of Lieutenant Dun, whose death was much lamented. Blue was not seen outside his quarters. He is much
reflected on, and some are for prosecuting him. He now has his own troubles.
During the next few days we were busily employed in preparing to march. A detachment of Kentucky Volunteers arrived and
encamped on the prairie. On July 26 the commander in chief sent for me and told me that he was going to leave me behind at
Greenville to be in command of the 500-man detachment that was to remain there. My mission would be to guard the post
and its subposts. On the 28th the army, consisting of 1, 700 Regulars and about the same number of Kentucky Volunteers,
marched from Greenville and camped that night at Stillwater, twelve miles from here. On the following day they reached Fort
Recovery.
After the army was gone I was employed in getting my command organized so that every officer would know his men and his
duties. Five officers were left with me, three of whom were new, and I had never seen them before. I ordered a return
(muster) of the entire command, which showed that I had 520 regular soldiers, 12 Kentucky Volunteers (left sick), 30
Choctaw Indians, 7 Indian prisoners (2 warriors and 5 squaws), 73 women and 23 children.
On July 30 an express came in and informed me that Fort Recovery had been attacked. We had heard the cannon fire, but
heard afterwards that no attack had been made; the commanding officer had fired the cannon at Indians seen lurking around
the fort. The next day the army left Fort Recovery. The Indians had been around them during the night, firing on the sentinels.
We heard no more from the army for several days, but learned later that they had departed from Fort Recovery on July 31,
built Fort Randolph on the St. Marys, then four days later resumed the march toward the English fort (Miami).
In the meantime I had got my garrison in order by August 6, and had the men cutting up the stumps in the citadel and
completing the outpickets and making locks for the gates. On the 8th I sent my boy Cotton to Fort Washington for more
stores; he went with a command that was going in. Three days later I received a letter that informed me that Cotton, contrary
to orders, had left the command and gone on ahead. He was killed and scalped. This was the second boy I had lost.
By the 20th we were becoming impatient to hear from the army. Not until the 29th did we hear anything; then some Choctaws
came in, one of whom spoke English. He told us that there had been a great fight and that General Wayne had driven the
Indians beyond the English fort. In the evening Lieutenant Vanseso came in with his company and gave us the particulars of
the action (Battle of Fallen Timbers) that had been fought on August 20. After the action the army returned to Fort Defiance,
between the Auglaise and Miami of the Lake. General Wayne had ordered that the name of Fort Randolph be changed to
Adams. After halting a few days the army had pursued the Indians to the Miami village and built a fort called Wayne. It stands
between the St. Mary and St. Joseph and is the key to the country, a beautiful situation.
This is the first of a two-part journal; the concluding part will follow an article on the Battle of Fallen Timbers.-Editor.
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