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as “ Catfish’s Camp,” so named after an old Indian who resided there 
at the time the whites first settled on the Monongahela. This place 
is about thirty miles in a south westerly direction from the mouth of 
Yellow Creek, or “ Baker’s Bottom,” opposite to the creek where the 
tragedy was acted. Henry Jolly was then sixteen years old. A 
large portion of the time during the war of the revolution, he was in 
the U.S. service, as a rifleman and ranger. Some time after the 
peace he removed to Ohio, and was for a number of years an. Asso- 
ciate Judge on the bench of Washington County. He never recei- 
ved any advantages from schools, and yet was a man of extensive 
reading and general knowledge of mankind. I shall have occasion 
to refer to him again. The statement cannot be better given than 
in his own words. 
Murder of Logan’s family.—« I was worn sixteen years of age, but 
I very well rocollaet what I then saw, and the information that [ have 
since obtained, was derived from (I believe) good authority. In the 
spring of the year 1774, a party of Indians encamped on the north 
west of the Ohio, near the mouth of the Yellow Creek. A party 
of whites, called ‘Greathouse’s party,’ lay on the opposite side of 
the river. » The Indians came over to the white party, consisting, I 
think, of five men and one woman, with an infant. The whites gave 
them rum, which three of them drank, and in a short time they be- 
came very drunk. ‘The other two men and the woman refused to 
drink. The sober Indians were challenged to shoot at a mark, to 
which they agreed; and as soon as they had emptied their guns 
the whites shot them down. The woman attempted to escape by 
flight, but was also shot down; she lived long enough, however, to 
beg mercy for her babe, telling them that it was a kin to themselves. 
The whites had a man in the cabin, prepared with a tomahawk for 
the purpose of killing the three drunken Indians, which was imme- 
diately done. The party of men then moved off for the interior set- 
tlements, and came to ‘ Catfish Camp’ on the evening of the next 
day, where they tarried until the day following. I very well recol- 
lect my mother feeding and dressing the babe; chirruping to the 
little innocent, and its smiling. However, they took it away, and 
talked of sending it to its supposed father, Col. George Gibson, of 
Carlisle, Pa., ‘ who was then, and had been for many years, a trader 
amongst the Indians.’ The remainder of the party at the mouth of 
Yellow Creek, finding that their friends on the opposite side of the 
river were massacred, attempted to escape by descending the Ohio; 
