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Beyond Penn's Treaty

Jacob Lindley’s Account

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There being no house where we could lodge, we
pitched our tents in a lot of one Phelps.


Joseph Moore and myself went four miles
to see Jeremiah Moore's family. They related the
dreadful circumstances they were reduced to, in this
country, by scarcity of bread, and provisions of all
kinds, in the year 1789 — when they came to an al-
lowance of one spoonful of meal per day, for one
person — eat strawberry leaves, beech leaves, flax-
seed dried, and ground in a coffee mill — catched the
blood of a little pig — bled the almost famished cow
and oxen — walked twelve miles for one shive of
bread, paid twelve shillings for twelve pounds of
meal. One of the lads, who was hired out, carried
his little sister two miles on his back, to let her eat
his breakfast, and they gave him none till dinner.
The children leaped for joy, at one robin being
caught, out of which a whole pot of broth was made.
They eat mustard, potatoe tops, sassafras root, and
made tea of the tops. The relation was deeply af-
fecting. The case being general, one could not help
another. Which brought to my mind, the many
thankless meals, enjoyed in the land of plenty.

This place is situated within four miles of the
grand falls; the noise of which, resembles the roar-
ing of the waves of the ocean, in the time of a storm.
One Indian and a white man, have been carried down
this amazing cataract, within two years. The white
man tumbled out of his canoe just at the beginning
of the rapids, and was hurled down.
The poor In-
dian was asleep, in his canoe, which was tied to the
bank; it is supposed some wicked person loosed it,
and it glided down into the rapids, when some per-
son hollowed to him; on which he stood up, struck