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Jake Confare captured by Indians – from
THE
MICHAEL HILEMAN
MEMOIRS
1820 - 1915
Harold D. Hileman
On the 22nd of June, 1820, I was born
in the log cabin which Grandfather Milligan had built when the country was
almost a wilderness. I was the youngest of nine children. When grandparents
established their residence in this three room log cabin, the Indians
occasionally made raids on the settlement from their hunting grounds on the
head waters of the Susquehanna River, beyond the
Alleghenies. One of the worst of the raids of which Grandfather told me, was
attended with the massacre of the HOWSER AND OLRAY families. Only two of the
Howser families escaping the tomahawk and scalping knife, and these two were taken
captive. They were very young children. They remained with the Potawatomies
until forty years later, when the government in removing a tribe to the western
reserve where what is now the state of Ohio, discovered
JOACHIM AND RACHEL HOWSER who were now grown to middle age. Rachel was the wife
of a Chief; Joachim, who had refused to marry a squaw, though he was made a
chief by virtue of his bravery in the fight with the York State Indians in
which the chief was killed by Joachim.
When told of the massacre of their parents and
friends by the Potawatomies, when they were taken capture so long before, they
were dazed and almost unable to comprehend the situation. However, their
liberators prevailed upon them to return to their homeland, and scenes of their
childhood, in the hope of that memory, when upon the scenes of their childhood,
they would recall something to their minds of the time before the terrible time
of their capture. Can we realize the feelings of these two unfortunate people
as they were liberated from the Indians? Rachel being the mother of several
papooses. Of course she was in the most trying of situation, for she had a
mothers love for her children while they were plainly of Indian blood.
They returned to the beautiful and peaceful Juniata valley
amidst the splendid mammoth oaks, the shell bark hickory, the sycamore and the
gigantic black walnuts. The swallows flitted over the stream, and the
brownthirst sang in the midst of the bough just as they did forty years before,
while this man and woman were barefoot children rollicking in their childish
glee. In the presence of this scene much of it remained as it was in their
childhood, but nothing was distinctly recalled to their memory, though they
thought they could recall some glimpses of the past.
What a sad situation, the memories which might
have heaved their bosom of motion, and pained their hearts, are not manifested
in their beholding the scenes of their childhood. There remain in the
neighborhood a few who will always remember the terrible ordeal, when these two
were so cruelly taken from them; and these people tried to suggest things to
their memory, but nature had almost sealed the past of that day to them. They
remained but a little while until they returned to Potawatomies, to live and to
die with them, far beyond the Alleghenies, in what is now the state of Ohio.
Father said that several attempts had been made to
find the captives but without success. The greatest attempt to do so was when a
band of the strongest and the bravest of Huntingdon County ventured into the
country of the Potawatomies at Cherry Tree, and while reconnoitering there one,
of the strongest and the bravest of the party was suddenly surprised and taken
captive by the very Indians whom they were hunting for.
Fortunate it was for JAKE CONFARE that he was so
cool headed and brave. His companions soon discovered footprints in the forest
and immediately decided that they were those of Jake's captures or slayers.
They redoubled their efforts now to overtake them, if possible, but the wile
red men escaped their pursuers without allowing themselves to be seen by the
white men. They took their captive to their tribe on their hunting grounds in
the pine groves of Kittatinny, and here JAKE awaited his fate or a chance to escape.
He lived with them for a year and a half without
once events any desire to escape. But some traders came along with some ice
skates, and they traded them to the Indians without the Indians having any idea
how to use them, and Jake also pretended not to know. So one day while out
wobbling about on his skates, he took a chance, and took off skating down the
river. Obviously the Indians couldn't catch him, and so he made his escape.
The joy throughout the neighborhood was unbounded
when the word was sent around of Jake's escape. The whole community had been in
despair after the return of his companions without him. His account of his life
while in captivity among the Potawatomie gave intense interest to young and old
for many a day. At the time of the return of Rachel and Joachim, Jake Confare
and Grandpa were old men. When the brother and his sister returned to the
Indians to live the remainder of their lives, it was almost more than Jake and
Grandfather could stand. They hated the Potawatomies, and in fact, all of the
Indians so intensely.
November, 1999 Copyright ©1999 by Harold D. Hileman
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