pany, as usual, to watch after
their retreat.

When the firing was first heard, Mrs. Clegg being some distance from
the house, concealed herself in the creek, under some projecting
bushes, until every thing became quiet. She then crept out, but
perceiving the Indian who had remained near the burning house, she
took to flight; and he having at the same time discovered her, ran in
pursuit. She was so far in advance, and ran so well, that the savage,
despairing of overtaking her, raised his gun and fired as she ran. The
ball just grazed the top of her shoulder, but not impeding her flight,
she got safely off. Mr. Handsucker, his wife and child, were murdered
on the dividing ridge between Dunkard and Fish creeks.[17] Mr. Clegg
after some time got back, and upon the close of the Indian war,
ransomed his two daughters.

[296] In the month of September Nicholas Carpenter set off to Marietta
with a drove of cattle to sell to those who had established themselves
there; and when within some miles from the Ohio river, encamped for
the night.[18] In the morning early, and while he and the drovers were
yet dressing, they were alarmed by a discharge of guns, which killed
one and wounded another of his party. The others endeavored to save
themselves by flight; but Carpenter being a cripple (because of a
wound received some years before) did not run far, when finding
himself becoming faint, he entered a pond of water where he fondly
hoped he should escape observation. But no! both he and a son who had
likewise sought security there, were discovered, tomahawked and
scalped. George Legget, one of the drovers, was never after heard of;
but Jesse Hughes succeeded in getting off though under disadvantageous
circumstances. He wore long leggins, and when the firing commenced at
the camp, they were fastened at top to his belt, but hanging loose
below. Although an active runner, yet he found that the pursuers were
gaining and must ultimately overtake him if he did not rid himself of
this incumbrance. For this purpose he halted somewhat and stepping on
the lower part of his leggins, broke the strings which tied them to
his belt; but before he accomplished this, one of the savages
approached and hurled a tomahawk at him. It merely grazed his head,
and he then again took to flight and soon got off.

It was afterwards ascertained that the Indians by whom this mischief
was effected, had crossed the Ohio river near the mouth of Little
Kenhawa, wh