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Merry Flanagan
The next story is from Merry Flanagan. It is the story as told to her
by her mother, Stella Maust Barr who is Mary Campbell’s great, great,
great, great grandaughter. “Count on your fingers five grandparents back -
one, two, three, four, five - and you come to your grandmother Mary
Campbell. Mary was a little girl living with her daddy, mother and
brothers in the wilderness of eastern U. S. One time the Indians were on
the warpath, scalping people. So Mary’s family all went to a fort to stay
until the danger was past. The fort was very crowded because people had
come from many miles to be safe from the Indians, and they brought their
cattle with them. One day when the danger seemed over, the people let
their cattle out to pasture. That night the men rounded up the cattle and
saw no Indians. The next day they let the cattle out again. Still no sign
of Indians. So as the children were getting restless, the next day the
parents said, “you can go and get the cattle”. The children were very
happy and excited. Among the children going out for the cattle was 7 year
old Mary Campbell. Well, the Indians came whooping out of the woods and
captured the children! Poor little Mary was taken away from her parents
and brother! Of course her parents were sad, and they never gave up
looking for Mary. Whenever there was a gathering of Indians Mary’s brother
would stand up on a stump and shout her name. (Every child was taught to
remember its name.) About 7 years after Mary was lost, her brother was at
a gathering of Indians. He stood on a stump and yelled, “Mary Campbell’.
He saw an old Indian squaw clap her hand over a girl’s mouth. He went down
to that squaw and the girl beside the squaw had blue eyes! No Indian had
blue eyes. He had found his sister. How happy Mary’s parents and brother
were. Mary was now 14. She had lived with the Indians 7 years and been
adopted by the Indian Squaw. She was always treated kindly and she had
trouble getting used to white people’s ways again. When she was 20 she
married Joseph Willford and had several children, but she always liked to
go out in the woods by herself and remember her years with the
Indians.
The following information also comes from Merry Flannigan.
Documentation of the Mary Campbell story has been made by the D.A.R.,
by U.S. military records and by other written records. These records
show: Mary's parents of Scotch-Irish heritage lived in Pennsylvania
prior to 1757. The Scotch-Irish had been early settlers in Pennsylvania.
Unlike the Quakers and German Mennonites who were other early settlers in
the state, the Scotch-Irish were apt to be pugnacious. Penn, founder of
the state, recognized this Scotch-Irish trait and settled this group along
the Pennsylvania-Maryland border to "discourage" the Maryland Catholics
infiltrating "his" colony. Also, because of this trait, it seemed
Scotch-Irish didn't always get along with their neighbors, and
consequently pushed inland. For whatever reason, Mary Campbell's parents
were among the latter group. At least they were in upper Pennsylvania
during the French and Indian War. During this war between France and
England, the Indians primarily assisted the French, and attacked the
settlers in British areas many times. The settlers for protection built
forts - really fortified houses - to which they would retreat when Indians
threatened. It was to one of these so-called forts along Penn Creek in
middle and upper Pennsylvania that Mary Campbell's family had gone in
1757. And from such a fort the children, among them Mary, went out to
round-up cattle, and were attacked by Delaware Indians. Some children were
killed; others, like Mary, were made captive. Mary, at that time seven
years old, was adopted by the tribe of Chief Netawatee, and taken to the
"big falls" on the Cuyahoga River. At that time this was Western Reserve
Territory; today it is Ohio. The Indians lived in a cave near the falls
and grew corn nearby. Mary helped cultivate the corn using a hoe made by
fastening a deer's shoulder blade bone to a stick with tendons from a
deer's leg. During the years of captivity Mary was treated kindly by the
Indians, and like some other captives became quite content.
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