savages. They reached the spring in safety, filled their buckets, and bravely returned, though as they neared the fort their steps quickened into a run for the shelter of its walls.

Soon afterwards the fighting began in earnest. But about noon the reënforcements arrived from Lexington under the command of Major Levi Todd. Realizing that the entire country was now aroused and would soon come to the relief of the fort the Indians became discouraged. Moreover their loss had been heavy during the day. In the night they made several attempts to set fire to the fort, but being repulsed, the chiefs decided to abandon the attack. They broke camp before daylight and stole away as silently as they had come.

The memorial which marks the site of this famous attack and commemorates the heroic part taken therein by the women is an octagonal stone wall, five feet in height and twelve feet in diameter, built about the bold spring which issues from the foot of the hill whose top was crowned by the fort. The Elkhorn Creek is distant only a few feet, and the Lexington turnpike passes within less than fifty yards. In the face of the wall are three large tablets bearing suitable inscriptions and many smaller ones upon which have been carved the names of the women who carried the water.

To the Memorial Committee and its chairman, Mrs. Wallace M. Shelby, a great-great-granddaughter of the founder of the fort, too much praise cannot be given for the beautiful and enduring form in which the memorial stands. Its dedication marks an era in the history of this Chapter. As the 16th of August, this year, fell upon Sunday, it was decided that the ceremonies should take place on Saturday, the 15th. Invitations requesting their presence on that day were sent to all the general officers of the Society, and to the officers of all the Chapters of our State. The committee on programme, under the direction of its chairman, Mrs. Mary Gratz Morton, put forth every effort to render the ceremonies attractive and interesting. The day was most propitious. Recent rains had cooled the atmosphere and banished all dust from the roads and the drive. of five miles from Lexington, past beautiful blue grass fields green with the rich aftermath, was a delightful prelude to the programme of the afternoon.

Four o'clock was the hour appointed; but the committee in charge, upon arriving nearly an hour and a half before that time, found a large concourse already waiting in the yard of the farmhouse which now stands upon the site of the fort. From that time until the appointed hour a constant stream of vehicles passed over the road-once only a buffalo trail leading from the station to Lexington. It was estimated that more than six hundred persons were present.

The Regent, Miss Lucretia Hart Clay, a great-granddaughter of Henry Clay, in a few well chosen words welcomed the visitors and stated the object of the gathering. An appropriate prayer was offered by Dr. Lyman Beecher Todd, a grandson of Major Levi Todd. "America," to the accompaniment of the band, was sung by the Lafayette Society, Children of the American Revolution. The principal address, entitled "The First Act in the Siege of Bryan's Station," was delivered by Colonel Ruben T. Durrett, president of the Filson Club, of Louisville, Kentucky. It was an eloquent tribute to Bryan's Station's heroic women, and as a historical document is invaluable in preserving the names of many of the participants in the siege. Major Henry T. Stanton, of Frankfort, Kentucky, read a charming poem written for the occasion entitled "Pioneer Women." While the band played While the band played "My Old Kentucky Home," the tablets in the memorial were unveiled by Miss Mary Brinker Bryan, a great-great-granddaughter of William Bryan, founder of the station. The ceremonies were closed by an able address, "The Story of Bryan's Station," delivered by Mr. George W. Rauck, of Lexington.

Before driving home in the twilight all stopped at the spring and drank of its clear, cool waters from long handled gourds, like those once used by the pioneers. The occurrences of the day were concluded by a reception in the evening tendered the visiting Daughters by the Lexington Chapter. The guests were received by the officers of the Chapter in the parlors of the Woman's Club, which were beautifully decorated for the occasion.

We learn with pleasure that it is the purpose of the Filson Club, of Louisville, to offer the proceedings of the Lexington Chapter on this day as their publication for 1896, and it is with

much gratification that we recognize the honor thus paid us.

Our Chapter feels that in the erection of this memorial it has accomplished far more than its original purpose of suitably commemorating the siege of Bryan's Station. A deeper veneration for the founders of our Commonwealth, and a truer appreciation of the heroic courage which ennobled their lives has been aroused throughout our entire State. We, ourselves, have felt the benefit of a worthy deed well done in a renewal of zeal and interest among our members whose number has greatly increased.

MARY CARSWELL MCCLELLAN.

THE ROMANCE OF THE OHIO.

IT has been my fortune in researches made this summer to happen upon some facts in regard to the treatment of our rev

olutionary ancestry by the Indians. We hear much of the injustice to the red men. I hope in a few papers to give the echo of the Indian war whoop among the pine forest of those days, which meant death to the inmates of the forts and garrisons.

Richard Chenoweth emigrated to Kentucky shortly after Daniel Boone first returned

from those glorious hunting grounds and revealed their wonders to the adventurous spirits of the Virginians and the Carolinians. Richard Chenoweth settled near the Ohio River, not far from the city of Louisville, which is claimed to be named in honor of his wife Louisa, one of the bravest and noblest of womankind. The Indians were so deceitful at this time that the pioneers and their families were compelled to live in forts and cul

tivate their fields under the watchful guardianship of their most trusted riflemen. The savages attacked the forts built by Richard Chenoweth, and the English voice was heard only in death cries. The squaws threw back their blankets revealing the weapons they carried to give the swarming braves whose half-naked figures, the rigid sinews working like lines of fire, struck down and scalped all they met in their furious courses. Richard Chenoweth was killed in his efforts to protect his family who had found shelter in the fort. The savages captured the garrison and the men and women were tomahawked, the children who escaped the slaughter were borne off into merciless captivity. The oldest son of Richard Chenoweth, named for his father, escaped from the fort and after running the guantlet was taken prisoner by the Indians, from whom he was rescued by Governor George Rogers Clark after remaining a prisoner for more than fourteen years. His youngest son, James, was pierced through the body with a flint arrow, tomahawked, and left supposing he was dead. When over eighty years of age the flint arrow was cut from his shoulder. His noble wife, Louisa Chenoweth, was tomahawked, scalped, and left as dead, but strangest of all to relate, after the savage monsters had fled the field with their bloody booty, this brave woman succeeded in crawling to a near spring (afterwards known as Chenoweth run) and laying with her bleeding head in its refreshing water, was sufficiently revived to be able to be borne away to another settlement by friends, who the following day came to the rescue of those saved from the Indian slaughter. Stranger than all to relate the fact this brave woman survived her cruel treatment and very shortly after this massacre gave birth to a daughter, Tobitha, who when she was grown to womanhood went out to the Indians (the Cherokees) and all the remainder of her life lived with them as a missionary. The Indian tribe (the Cherokees) with whom she lived and labored keep green to this day the memory of all her Christian sacrifices in their behalf. This Tobitha Chenoweth on her visits to her old home in Kentucky was always an enthusiastic friend of the Red men. Her brother James, who suffered in the massacre, and afterwards had the flint arrow cut from his shoulder at eighty years of age, would never allow her

to come into his presence or go into her sight, he always put on his war paint when an Indian was mentioned. Strangest of all hair never grew on Tobitha Chenoweth's head, she always wore a wig.

MARY CALVERT DAVENPORT CHENOWETH,
Regent of Columbia Chapter.

ABOUT A HUNDRED YEARS.

MRS. NANCY M. LYNDE, whose sentiments are so exactly set forth in the accompanying lines that they might almost be

said to have fallen from her lips about as written, was a charter member of Sequoia Chapter, of San Francisco, Daughters of the American Revolution

On the occasion of her ninety-fifth birthday she was elected an honorary member of that Society. On the morning of that day she enjoyed a long

drive and sat for the photo here with presented; and

in the afternoon held a reception, and was the recipient of many gifts and flowers and compliments, entertaining her guests with her ready wit and happy sallies.

Mrs. Lynde was born February 27, 1799. Married at the age of twenty-three, she was for fifty years the devoted wife of Aaron P. Lynde. Several years after his death she took up her abode with her only daughter, Mrs. M. L. Hoffman, of San Francisco, now Mrs. Scipio Craig, of Redlands, California.

In Mrs. Lynde's beautiful person dwelt a singularly devout spirit and strong mentality. Among the recollections of the past on which she loved to dwell was the story of her wedding tour, in a spring wagon drawn by a span of splendid coalblack horses, to Plattsburgh, New York. It was also her de