MASSACRE AND CAPTIVITY AT NICKAJACK
As Described in "The Annals of Tennessee"
by J. G. M Ramsey<1>
Adapted and edited by Willard Gentry
Abstract
The family of Col. James Brown, while travelling down the Tennessee River from the
Holston Settlements, bound for Nashville, was attacked by Indians. James Brown and seven
other men were killed, while Mrs. Brown and five younger children were captured and held as
captives by the Indians. Incidental to the story, but of significance to Gentry historians was the
fact that two of the men who died were William Gentry and John Gentry. Of particular interest is
the description of life as an Indian captive by James' son, Joseph Brown
Introduction
The early settlement of Tennessee was a particularly violent time of confrontation between
white would-be settlers and Indians determined to protect their hunting grounds. In a fifteen
year span between 1782 and 1797, at least five Gentrys are known to have been killed by
Indians. A sixth, David Gentry, was killed some years later but under different circumstances,
since he had married into the Cherokee tribe and was killed in a battle between two competing
Indian tribes in Oklahoma. It is not in the least unlikely that there may have been others killed
of whom we know nothing.
The Tennessee killings were experienced by Nicholas Gentry, in about 1782, in the vicinity
of Nashville in what was soon to become Davidson County. A Randal Gentry, who surely must
have been a son of Nicholas, was killed in the same area in 1787. Another son, John, was
killed on the Cumberland River in 1797. Two other Gentrys, presumably brothers, William and
another John, were killed in 1788 on the Tennessee River at the town of Nickajack and are a
part of the subject of the present article. There is no information as to the family connections of
these last two Gentrys, but it is probable that they were sons of a William Gentry and wife who
died and were buried in Sullivan County on the upper reaches of the Holston River in the
1790's. The two men were probably in their very early twenties, born in Virginia within a year or
two after 1765. [The Journal of Gentry Genealogy has commented and speculated earlier
about this family, in vol. 1, #12, and vol 3, #9.]
The two Gentrys of whom we speak now were but a very minor part of an incident which
aroused much indignation at the time along the Tennessee frontier. This was the massacre by
Cherokee and Creek Indians of Col. James Brown and seven other men, and the capture of
Col. Brown's wife and five young children while enroute by boat from the Holston Settlements in
East Tennessee to Nashville in Middle Tennessee. The circumstances surrounding this tragic
situation have been described in some detail in "The Annals of Tennessee", by James Ramsey,
written in 1853. They provide some fascinating insights into the difficult life of white settlers
(mostly women and children) who were captured by the Indians and held in slavery or for
ransom. The story as a by-product also reveals a surprising number of whites living
independently among the Indians.
To set the stage for this story, it may be helpful to the reader to very briefly review the
situation prevailing in eastern Tennessee in the late 1780's. Originally barred from settlement
by the British Crown with its Line of Demarkation setting the limits of westward movement at the
Blue Ridge Mountains, Tennessee started a period of rapid growth after the close of the
Revolutionary War. The area was a westward extension of the State of North Carolina from
1777 to 1784, organized as Washington County during most of that time. Because of the
difficulties of communicating between the eastern part of North Carolina and its westward
extension, North Carolina abandoned Washington County to its own devices in 1784. The local
Tennessee settlers organized their own State of Franklin, under the leadership of Robert
Sevier. This lasted until 1788 when North Carolina took back ownership of Tennessee for two
years. In 1790, North Carolina turned over the area to the Federal Government when it
became the Territory of the United States South of the Ohio.
During all this time, only small areas of land were actually settled and controlled by the
whites. Most of the land belonged to Indian tribes - principally the Cherokees, but also
Chickamaugas, Creeks, Chickasaws and Choctaws. There was a continuing series of
skirmishs between Indians and settlers, followed by treaties defining lines of demarcation. By
1788 this resulted in a situation where there were four counties in the east: Washington,
Sullivan, Greene, and Hawkins and three counties in the west: Davidson, Sumner, and
Tennessee County. The eastern counties were along the watersheds of the Holston, French
Broad and Clinch Rivers above their confluence at the start of the Tennessee River. All the rest
of present-day Tennessee, as well as parts of North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia and
present-day Alabama, were established by treaty as Indian Lands.

Figure 1. Tennessee and Its Neighbors in 1788
The Narrative Begins
In May of 1788, the story begins with the decision by Col. James Brown, a former officer of the
North Carolina Revolutionary Continental line to travel by boat to Davidson County. In
recognition and appreciation for his military service, Col. Brown had received military land
warrants which he could use to claim unoccupied land in any of the western territories (see
Appendix for land grant procedure). He had come to Greene County with the intention of
claiming land in Middle Tennessee for his proposed new home. We turn to Ramsey's
description of Col. Brown's subsequent actions.
"Taking with him to the distant wilderness, his family, consisting of his wife, five sons, two of
whom were grown, and three younger, four small daughters, together with several negroes, he
was unwilling to expose them to the dangers of the route through Cumberland Gap, or the more
direct, but no less unsafe passage, over the [Cumberland] mountain; and, therefore,
determined to descend the Tennessee River, and reach Nashville, by ascending the Ohio and
Cumberland [Rivers], to that place. The boat was built on Holston [River], a short distance
below Long Island. He took the precaution to fortify it, by placing oak plank, two inches thick, all
around above its gunwales. These were perforated with port-holes, at suitable distances. To
these measures of defense was added a swivel, placed in the stern. Besides his two grown
sons, James and John, Colonel Brown had five other young men, viz: J. Bays, John Flood,
John Gentry, Wm. Gentry and John Griffin. These were all good marksmen. The emigrants,
adventurers rather, embarked on the fourth of May.
"On the ninth, the boat passed the Chickamauga towns, about daybreak, and the
Tuskigagee Island Town, a little after sunrise. The head man, Cutleotoy, and three other
warriors, came on board there, and were kindly treated. They then returned to their town, from
which they immediately dispatched runners across the mountain to Running Water Town and
Nickajack, to raise all the warriors they could get, to ascend the river and meet the boat. The
narrative of the capture of the boat, the massacre of most of the passengers, and the captivity
of such as survived, will be given in the words of the narrator--the youngest son--the late
Colonel Joseph Brown, of Murray County, Tennessee. 'It contains such a horrid recital of Indian
cruelty and barbarism by the savage banditti, that so long lay concealed in the fastnesses of
Nickajack and Running Towns--is withal, so truthful and minute in its details of the captivity and
sufferings of one of the prisoners, who himself piloted the expedition in 1794, which penetrated
these mountain recesses, and extirpated the miscreant land pirates and murderers that infested
them--and is, besides, now for the first time published, that no apology is needed for giving it
entire without condensation or abridgment.' "
[We will return to the narrative of the experiences of young Joseph Brown shortly, but
will comment briefly on James Ramsey's account at this point. There has been some
uncertainty in various records of this affair as to the participants involved. One report refers to
three of the young men as "sons-in-law", and perhaps by extension from that, a few Gentry
genealogists have assumed that William and John Gentry were sons-in-law. The fact that the
only females listed in any accounts were Mrs. Brown and the young daughters (the oldest being
10), belies the thought that any of the men were sons-in-law otherwise their wives would
certainly have been present. There is another small discrepancy in Ramsey's account. He
mentions above that Col. Brown had four daughters with him, yet in further passages he refers
only to a daughter Jane, age 10, an unnamed daughter, age 7, and a daughter Mary (Polly),
age 5, with no indication of a fourth daughter dying or being killed. As we will see, Col. Brown's
younger sons were Joseph, age 16, and George, age 9.]
We return now to a description of the capture of the Browns' boat, and the massacre of the
adult men, and the captivity of young Joseph Brown, as given in Joseph's own words.
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"Only four canoes came, meeting us in the current of the river, which at the time was very high.
Seven or eight came up through the bottoms, in some ponds, and after the Indians in the four
first got on board, the other canoes came out through the cane, and the Indians in them also
came aboard. The first four came two and two, side by side, holding up white flags, but had
their guns and tomahawks covered in the bottom of their canoes. But as there were forty men in
the four canoes, my father ordered them not to come nigh, as there were too many of them. We
then wheeled our boat, levelled our swivel, and had our match ready to sink their canoes, when
they claimed protection under the treaty, and said, by a man named John Vann, whom they had
got to come and talk for them, that it was a peaceable time, and they only wished to see where
we were going to, and to trade with us, if we had anything to trade on. My father ordered the
young men not to fire, as he was coming to an Indian country, and did not wish to break any
treaty.
"After they came to us, they appeared friendly, until the other canoes came around; and
then they began to gather our property, and put it into their canoes. My father begged Vann not
to let them behave so, and he replied, that the head man of the town was gone from home, but
that he would be at home that night, and would make them give up everything. He also
promised that one of them should go with us over the Muscle Shoals, and pilot us, as the
passage was dangerous for boats.
"Before they had finished robbing the boats, however, a dirty black-looking Indian, with a
sword in his hand, caught me by the arm, and was about to kill me, when my father, seeing
what he was attempting, took hold of him, and said, that I was one of his little boys, and that he
must not interrupt me. The Indian then let me go, but us soon as my father' back was turned,
struck him with the sword, and cut his head nearly half off. Another Indian then caught him,
and threw him overboard. I saw him go overboard, but did not know that he was struck with the
sword; it, therefore, astonished me to see him sink down, as I knew him to be a good swimmer.
As this took place in the stern, and my brothers and the other young men were with Vann in the
bow, I went to them, and told them that an Indian had thrown our father overboard, and he was
drowned.'
"Our boat was landed at the upper end of the town of Necojack, but before it reached
shore, an Indian wanted me to go out of the boat into a canoe, which I refused, not dreaming
that I was a prisoner. As soon as we landed, the same Indian brought an old white man and his
wife to me, who said to me, 'My boy, I want you to go home with me.' I enquired where he lived,
and he said his house was about a mile out of town. I told him that I supposed I could go home
with him that night, but that we would continue our journey in the morning. On his saying that he
was ready to start, and wishing me to go with him, I mentioned to one of my brothers the old
man's wish that I should go with him, and told him that I would return early in the morning, to
which he replied, 'Very well.'
"Before I went, however, the Indians were telling my brothers and the other young men of a
certain house, in which they could stay till morning; after I had left them, they were told that
there was a better house down toward the lower end of the town, and that a young man would
pilot them that far. Now the town of Necojack was on a higher bank than common, and had
only been settled about three years; thus the banks were still full of cane. When the boat was
about to drop down to the lower end of the town, the Indians placed themselves behind stumps
and in the cane, and as she floated down, they picked off the men with their rifles. Three of
them fell, the others ran, but were all butchered, some with knives and some with tomahawks
and guns." |
As Joseph was being taken away, his mother, brother George, three sisters, and the
negroes travelling with them on the boat were led off to captivity while the Indian men ("banditti"
as James Ramsey described them and mostly Creek confederates of the Cherokee residents of
Nickajack) looted the boat of its booty which must have been substantial. The cargo would
have consisted of the family's furniture and other personal possessions plus a substantial
supply of food to last them for the duration of their expected journey as well as provide
provisions with which to start their new life. As Ramsey says,
"Mrs. Brown, when hurried off by her captors, heard the savage yells, that she but too well
knew, announced the hard fate of her sons and their comrades. To increase the poignancy of
her bereavement, two of her daughters were snatched from her side, and carried back to the
scene of the calamity which had overwhelmed her family. A single source of consolation was
left to her--her two children--the son, aged nine, and the daughter, seven.
"After the capture and plunder of the boat and the massacre of the men, the Creek banditti
started to their town, having two of the daughters of the unfortunate Colonel Brown--Jane, aged
ten, and Polly, five-prisoners. These were pursued by the Cherokee braves, recaptured, and
brought back to Nickajack."
The two girls were taken away from their mother after the family was first captured and
were adopted separately by individual Indian families. The children remained in the town where
they were captured, and were generally well treated save that "the usual menial offices of
savage life were imposed upon them, during their captivity of nearly twelve months".. Their
brother Joseph was allowed to see them occasionally and from them he learned that "the Creek
confederates had gone with his mother, his brother George, a lad ten years old, and his three
small sisters, and much of the booty taken in the boat, in the direction of their distant homes on
the Talapoosa River [more than a hundred miles south in Georgia], and that two of
the children had been recaptured by the Cherokees", as already mentioned. Mrs. Brown,
George, and the third daughter remained together briefly, then they too were separated and
sent to two neighboring villages. The negroes were despatched by water to the Upper
Cherokee towns.
As to Joseph's plight after he was led away from the riverfront, we continue his account.
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"I had not got half way to the old man's house, before I heard the report of the guns which were
killing my brothers and the other young men; but thought it was the noise of our guns, probably
taken out of the boat to see how they would shoot. I had been at the old man's only fifteen or
twenty minutes, when a very large corpulent old woman came in, the sweat falling in big drops
from her face, who appeared very angry, and told the old white people that they had done very
wrong in taking me away, that I ought to be killed, that I would see everything, and that I would
soon be grown and would guide an army there and have them all cut off; in short, that I must be
killed. This was said in Indian, so that I did not understand it, nor what she went on to say, viz:
that all the rest were killed, and that her son would be there directly and would kill me, she
knew.
"The old Irishman, however, informed me that my people were all slain, but added that I
should not be hurt, though the squaw had just told him that her son would kill me immediately.
He then directed me to sit on the side of the bed, and getting up stood in the door with his face
outward, talking all the time to his wife and the old squaw in Indian, which of course I did not
understand. In about ten or fifteen minutes, the old squaw's son arrived, sure enough, but had
not come up the road, so that the old man did not see him till he reached the comer of the
house. He asked at once if there was a white man within. The old man answered 'No,' that
there was a 'bit' of a white boy in there; to which the Indian replied, that he knew how big I was,
and that I must be killed. The old white man pled for my life, saying it was a pity to kill women
and children; but the Indian used the same argument that his mother had employed, i.e. that I
would get away, when I grew up, and pilot an army there and have them all killed, and that I
must be killed.
"This old fellow was a British deserter, who had come to America before the Revolutionary
war, anti had deserted several times, and had at length got into the Cherokee nation, having
been there about eighteen years. His name was Thomas Tunbridge; he had lived with his wife
about sixteen years. She was a French woman, who had been taken by the Indians when a
small girl, and grew up and had children to them, before she had an opportunity of returning to
her people. Her name, she said, was Polly Mallett. She had no children by Tunbridge, but it was
an Indian son of hers that took me prisoner. He gave me to his mother, telling her that I was
large enough to help her hoe corn. He had also said that they would kill the rest directly, and
that I was so large that when they got in a frolic killing the others, some of them would knock
me over. When, therefore, Cutleotoy insisted on killing me, old Tunbridge told him that I was his
son's prisoner, and he was still in town, and that I must not be killed.
"No greater insult could be offered him, for he was a great man and did as he pleased
usually; while Tunbridge's son was only twenty-two years old, and a perfect boy in Cutleotoy's
estimation. Incensed at this insult, he came to Tunbridge, with his knife drawn and tomahawk
raised, and asked him if he was going to be the Virginian's friend. In fact, he would have killed
him instantly, had he admitted it, but Tunbridge said 'no,' and stepping back from the door-sill
into the house, spoke for the first time in English: 'Take him along'. Cutleotoy, who was a very
large strong Indian, followed in a rage, and came to me with his knife and tomahawk both
drawn; but the old woman begged him not to kill me in her house, to which he agreed, and
catching me by the hand, jerked me up and out of the house.
"Outside were ten of his men surrounding the house door, and one had in his hand the
scalp of one of my brothers, and another that of the other men, on a stick. Some had their guns
cocked, and others their knives and tomahawks drawn, ready to put me to death. I requested
Tunbridge to beg them to let me have one half hour to pray, to which he replied that it was not
worth while; but they concluded to strip my clothes off, so as not to bloody them, and while they
were doing so, the old French woman begged them not to kill me there, nor in the road that she
carried water along, for the road passed by her spring. They answered that they would take me
to Running Water Town, as there were no white people there, and would have a frolic knocking
me over. All this was said in Indian, however, and I knew nothing of what they discussed; and
as soon as my clothes were off, I fell on my knees, and cried, like the dying Stephen, "Lord
Jesus, into thy hand I commend my spirit,' expecting every moment to be my last. But I had not
been on my knees more than one minute, when Tunbridge said, 'My boy, you must get up and
go with them; they will not kill you here,' but told me nothing of what they said of having a frolic
at Running Water Town.
"We had not gone more than seventy or eighty yards, when Cutleotoy stopped his men, and
said to them, that he could not, and they must not kill me, as they were his men, and it would be
as bad for him, as though he himself had done it; for that I was the prisoner of Poor Job, (the
French woman's son), who was a man of war.
"'Now,' said he, 'I have taken a negro woman out of the boat, and sent her by water to
where I live, and if we kill this fellow, Poor Job will go and kill my negro, and I don't want to lose
her; nor could all the Indians in the nation keep him from putting her to death.' Well might he
fear Poor Job, for, although he was only twenty-two years old, and it had been a time of peace
since he was a small boy, he had taken the lives of six white men. The Hopewell and Holston
treaties bound them to peace, but their young men were away with the Creeks and Shawnees
at war; the Chickasaws and Choctaws were exceptions to the rule, however.
"Now, when Cutleotoy spoke thus, the thought of my being one day a man, and leading an
army there, and having them killed, had given way to avarice, for the old woman, as well as her
son, wanted the service of the negro. As I knew nothing of what they were saying, I was on my
knees, trying to give my soul to God, through the merits of the Saviour, and expecting the
tomahawk to sink into my skull every moment. At length, the favour given to Stephen in his
dying moments, came to my mind; how he saw the heavens opened, and the blessed Saviour
sitting at the right hand of God. I opened my eyes, and looking up, saw one of the Indians, as
they stood all round me, smile; then, glancing my eyes round on them, saw that all their
countenances were changed from vengeance and anger, to mildness.
"This gave me the first gleam of hope. Cutleotoy then called to old Tunbridge to come after
me, that he loved me, and would not kill me then, but that he would not make peace with me
then; but if I lived three weeks, he would be back again to make peace with me. The other
Indians, however, explained the reason of this sudden love for me; that it was the negro he
loved so much. The old squaw said, she would have some of my hair any how, and coming
behind me, loosed my hair, (it was customary for young people, then, to wear their hair long,)
and gathering a lock from the crown of my head, with an old dull knife, cut off a parcel, and
kicked me in the side, and called me a poor Virginian.
"That day the old head-man of the town had gone to a ... town sixteen miles off, called
Stecoyee, south-east from Nicojack Town. I understood that he was much displeased with their
conduct, for he was a man of fine mind, and boasted that he had never stained his knife in the
blood of a white man; but he had killed a Shawnee, when that nation was at war with the
Cherokees; his name was the Breath. He sent for me the second day after I was taken, and
warned me that some of them would kill me, if I was not put into a family, with my hair trimmed
like an Indian's, and my face painted. He also said that as his was one of the strongest families
in the nation, he would receive me into it, directing me to call him uncle, and Poor Job, brother.
"On the same day, the 11th of May, 1788, he bored holes in my ears, cut off my hair, only
leaving a scalp-lock on the top of my head, and taking off my pantaloons, gave me a flap and
short shirt, pulling open the collar and putting a small broach in my bosom. On the 12th, which
was next day, I was turned out to hoe corn, in the broiling sun; by noon, all my forehead and
ears, and the back of my head, and my neck and thighs, were all blistered with the heat; but the
Lord was good, and when I was sick with sun-burns, sent a good thunder cloud, and drove us
all out of the field. The next day it rained all day, and the third day I was able to go to the field
again; after that there came a skin on me that stood everything.
"A grand-son of the French woman went every where with me, to let me know who were
Creeks, for they said that if the Creeks caught me out by myself, they might kill me. I was also
cautioned not to look at a Cherokee, because it made an Indian angry to look at him. I had
never seen any Indians before, so that every movement they made was strange to me. About
three weeks after I was taken, I was going to the spring for water, and saw several Indians
sitting about there. The little boy seemed alarmed, and I knew that it was on my account, for he
said they were Creeks; but after looking again he pronounced them Cherokees, saying he knew
some of them. My fears being removed, I went on, and his being a small tin bucket, I dipped it
full first, and handed it up the bank to him, and, never looking at the Indians, dipped up my
bucket full. Just as I climbed up the bank, two of them jumped on their horses and came
galloping across the branch which ran from the spring. As they came along, I stole a glance at
one of them; he had one side of his head painted red and the other black, and a scalp on his
breast. Jumping off his horse, he struck me with the butt-end of a white-oak stick, about an inch
in diameter and four feet long, on the side of the head. He was so near me that he did not hurt
me much, but the second time, he was further off, and that staggered me very much. He and
his party consisting of five others, had been away with the Shawnees and northern Indians, at
war, and they had heard that war had broken out at home, and as they were coming home they
determined to come by the Holston settlements and steal some horses; they found two little
boys, one morning, feeding some cows, and having killed the little fellows, were pursued by the
whites, who killed three of them, while they were crossing the Tennessee River. The anger
excited by this occurrence, caused him, on seeing me, to strike me, thinking, as he said, that he
would knock me down and beat me as long as he thought he could without killing me. I do not
suppose he would have cared if I had died.
"During that whole summer there was war, with frequent alarms of white people coming,
and at one time a Col. Martin got to Chattanooga, within twenty miles of where I lived; but the
Indians killed three of his captains [in a battle at Lookout Mountain], and he only
killed one Shawnee and one negro. No Cherokees were killed, but they raised an army of three
thousand men, borrowed one thousand Creeks, to go with fifteen hundred Cherokees on foot,
and five hundred mounted Cherokees, many of whom were half-breeds, and dressed like white
men; they kept them ahead of the army, and white men who met them thought them a scouting
party of whites, and were by this scheme readily taken prisoners, when they would be kept until
it was convenient to kill them without giving alarm. Several men were taken in this way the day
they got to Gillespie's Fort. Their object in raising the army was to drive all the whites from the
south side of French Broad, on the pretext that the Indians who sold land on the south side of
that river, were not authorized to do so by the nation; but, finding only one man in the fort,
Captain William Gillespie, they plundered it, and got so much booty from it and the surrounding
farms, as sufficed, together with their twenty-seven prisoners, taken without the loss of a single
man, to induce them to return home, and that with great triumph.
"Most of us at Necojack Town, now moved off for the winter; old Tunbridge went down to
Crow Town, thirty miles below Necojack Town; and one of the prisoners, Major Glass's wife,
was purchased from the Indians who owned her, by Moses Price, who lived about half a mile
from us, opposite the head of Crow Island, at an old crossing place of the Creeks, where the
river could be forded nearly across.
"... It was but a few weeks, that we got information that Gov. Sevier had taken a town
[the Creek stronghold of Coosa] on the waters of the Coosa River [well to the
south near the present-day town of Calhoun, Georgia], and there would be an exchange
of prisoners shortly. In a few weeks more, sure enough, there was a runner sent after us to
come to Running Water Town; and when we reached Necojack Town, I found there the Indian
who had my little sister, having just returned from his winter's hunt, bringing his wife and my
little sister. The old squaw seemed to think as much of her as though she had been her own
child. The little girl was stripped of all her finery, it is true, but she was only five years old, and
when I told her I was going to take her to her own mother, she ran to the old Indian woman and
caught her round the neck, so that I had to take her by force and carry her twenty or thirty
yards; then telling her she should go to see her own mother, I set her down and led her by the
hand. My eldest sister was at another place, a child of ten years old.
"We got to Running Water about three o'clock, and found that the Head-man from the
Upper Towns had come after us. The old Head-man of Necojack grumbled at giving us up, as
we, who were taken out of the boat, had come from North Carolina, and did not belong to
Holston Settlement. The old Indian who had come for us, said that was all true, but that Little
John (their name for Gov. Sevier) was so mean and ugly that he could do nothing with him. This
word ugly is their hardest term of abuse. He went on to say that Little John declared he would
not let one of their people free, unless he got all the whites who were in the nation, naming
those taken from the boat particularly.
"The next morning they spoke of starting, but I told them I could not go without. my sister; a
young man was immediately started after her. She was thirty miles off, and the third day the
messenger returned about ten o'clock in the morning without her, and announced that the man
who had her, would riot let her come without pay. There was an old warrior sitting by, his sword
hanging on the wall, and his horse standing at a tree in the yard. He rose, and putting on his
sword, made this short speech: 'I will go and bring her, or his head.' Sure enough, the next
morning, here he came with her; when asked what the Indian said, he replied, 'nothing.' The
[following] morning we started, and in a few days were [on the Coosawatee River (in Georgia)],
where all exchange of prisoners was made instead of at Swannanoa [North Carolina] as at first
proposed. This was about the 20th of April, 1789. At this time my weight was only eighty
pounds, though I was in my seventeenth year." |
During much of this time, in the words of James Ramsey, Mrs. Brown "continued the
prisoner and slave of a Creek warrior, and remained for some time in the condition of hopeless
bondage and exile. By the influence and assistance of the wife of Durant, a French trader, Mrs.
Brown contrived to escape to the residence of McGillevray, the Head-man of the Creek nation,
who generously ransomed her from her savage owner. The daughter was, some time after,
also ransomed, and with Mrs. Brown, was taken by Col. McGillevray, in November, 1789, to
Rock Landing, in Georgia, and restored to her surviving friends. McGillevray was offered
compensation for the kind offices he had performed in ransoming and restoring the captives.
This was nobly declined, with the further assurance, that he would endeavor to recover the son,
still in captivity in his nation. This was at length effected."
Eventually, after a period of about five years, George, the last member of the Brown family,
was released in a prisoner exchange and the remnants of the family were reunited. In 1794,
the prophecy was fulfilled of one of Joseph's captors, who said, "he will soon be grown, and will
pilot an army here, and have us all cut off." A military force under the command of Major
James Ore was led by Joseph Brown overland to the towns of Running Water and Nickajack
which were destroyed, thereby ending the current series of Indian wars. Joseph went on to live
to the ripe old age of 90, attaining the rank of Colonel like his father. His obituary in a Giles
County, Tennessee, newspaper is posted on the internet at the county website.
Appendix
Daniel Byron Dovenbarger, "Land Registration in Early Middle Tennessee",
copyrighted 1981, 1999, and published at <http://www.tngenweb.org/tnland/dov2.htm>. An
abstract follows:
Beginning in 1777, the North Carolina legislature established a series of policies for the
granting of land, including establishing the offices of "surveyor" and "entry-taker" in Western
North Carolina [Tennessee]. The procedure provided that a prospective settler, or
"entry-maker" located land which he wished to claim, then submitted a description of the
location and boundaries to the entry-taker. If no conflicting claims to the land were filed within
three months, a warrant was issued to the entry-maker to give to the official surveyor who
would then survey the land. Upon the completion of the latter and the payment of all required
fees, a grant for the land was issued by the State. A time restriction for the settler accumulating
enough money to pay for his claim, was extended in later acts so that often a period of several
years passed between the time an entry-maker first claimed his land until the survey was
completed and the entry-maker had enough money to pay all the fees before a land patent was
actually issued.
Unless otherwise authorized by a military land warrant, where the desired land bordered
vacant land, each settler was allowed to enter a claim for no more than 640 acres, plus the
option to pay for an additional 100 acres for a wife and each child. If the land claim lay between
lines already surveyed, the entry-maker could claim no more than 1000 acres. There were
further restrictions upon the shape and boundaries of the land, particularly at the point where it
might front on navigable waters. A provision of one of the acts of 1778, stipulated that settlers
were forbidden to claim lands not ceded to North Carolina by Indian treaties.
In 1782, the General Assembly established a series of designated amounts of land to be
made available for various ranks of officer and soldier veterans of the Continental Line. [A
colonel, such as James Brown, who had served a full seven years, was authorized a grant of
7200 acres, an amount which was later reduced to 5000 acres. Those who had served a lesser
amount of time, but at least two years, were granted proportionately less.]. In 1783, a bill was
passed creating Davidson County, the first official move opening the lands of Middle Tennessee
for settlement. In addition the outlines of the military reservation lands had been laid out and
warrants for eight million acres were authorized. This same act renewed efforts to protect
Indian rights. Settlers attempting to claim Indian lands were subject to fine, as were settlers
who attempted to purchase land from various Indian tribes, or who were caught grazing
animals, hunting, or foraging on Indian lands. With these laws, despite their restrictions,
settlers were once again free to secure titles to western lands.
These restrictions did not last long and for a period of several years between 1783 and
1789, the status of Tennessee land claims was in flux. During this time, North Carolina first
ceded the land to the United States Continental Congress, then revoked the cession, then
ceded it back to the Federal government. In the interim, there was much abuse by land
speculators who bought up land and held it to sell back to prospective settlers at highly-inflated
prices. Many of the acts by the North Carolina General Assembly were aimed at combating
such actions. With the establishment of the Territory of the United States South of the Ohio, at
the end of 1789, all land regulations passed to the United States Congress.
Reference
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1. J. G. M. Ramsey, "The Annals of Tennessee to the End of the Eighteenth
Century, comprising its Settlement |
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The Watauga Association from 1769 to 1777;
A Part of North Carolina from 1777 to 1784;
The State of Franklin from 1784 to 1788;
A Part of North Carolina from 1788 to 1790;
The Territory of the United States South of the Ohio from 1799 to 1796;
The State of Tennessee from 1796 to 1800" |
| Published 1853, reprinted 1967. |
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