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Benjamin Waite





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Benjamin Waite was born about 1645, and on 8 Jun 1670 in Hatfield, Hampshire County, Massachusetts, married Martha Leonard, daughter of John Leonard. Benjamin died on 29 Feb 1704 in Deerfield, Franklin County, Massachusetts.

His early history is not an open book, in fact I have never seen anything in print that would shed much light upon his parentage. No one ever speaks of him as an original emigrant from England. We first hear of him about 1664 at Hadley and later at Hatfield. I am not aware that anyone has ever undertaken to mention his place of birth or his parentage. It may be said that I am presumptuous in attempting to present my views on this topic. Richard Gamaliel Waite of Boston, had a brother Thomas, I think, who settled at Seconet, R.I., and is spoken of as having quite a family. Among them I claim was our Sergt. Benjamin of Hatfield, William of Northampton, and Richard of Springfield, often said to be brothers. Benjamin was well versed in Indian warfare and excelled in his ability to cope with Indian cunning in war. He was a brave, fearless guide and leader of scouts, and thesee faculties were fully recognized by his townsmen. To gain these traits of character he must have seen service before he came to the Connecticut Valley, probably with his uncle, Richard Waite of Boston, in his Narragansett campaigns. Seconet or Seaconnet, this was its Indian name, now Little Compton, is in Newport County, R.I. It lies on the ocean at or near the eastern entrance to Narragansett Bay. Here we claim was the birthplace of Benjamin and we shall write him as the probable son of Thomas. Benjamin was born as early as 1640, died February 29, 1704, age about 64 years, killed in the battle between our people and the French and Indians while driving the enemy across the meadow in Deerfield, towards Petty's plain. The enemy were reinforced by the French troops and our men were compelled to retreat and here the hero of the Connecticut valley fell. He was stripped and his body mutilated. His remains were buried in the Deerfield Cemetery near the railroad station. He had eight acres of land granted him for a house lot on the west side of Main Street, the fourth lot north of the Deerfield road, and other lots in the outlying various divisions of the town. (History of Whately, Massachusetts)

SEPTEMBER 19, 1677 - Instead of the reassuring sounds of men coming home from the meadows for their mid-day meal, the air was filled with the blood-curdling sound of a war whoop. After a year of peace, the colonists along the Connecticut River had rebuilt their homes, replanted their fields, and relaxed because the threat of an Amerindian attack was past. King Philip was slain and his warriors had been silenced.

But suddenly all the old horror returned as attackers swarmed around the dwellings outside the stockade, burning houses, killing people, and seizing captives. The smoke from burning houses and screams intermixed with gun shots alerted the men working in the outlying fields. Even as they raced toward the village, the attackers were gone -- carrying with them captives and whatever plunder they had scooped up. Twelve dead, four wounded, and seventeen captured - the villagers were devastated! Meanwhile the Amerindians hastened on to Deerfield where they captured four more people.

Now the long trek to Canada began, 200 miles up the Connecticut River valley, across the mountains to Lake Champlain, and on to the Canadian border. These 21 captives, dressed only in summer clothing, were hurried along trails through unknown territory. Each night they were secured by staking down their limbs and tying them up. Who had been captured? Four men, 3 women and 14 children ranging from 9 years to infancy. These people were the first English captives to make the arduous journey to Canada.

When the band arrived near present day Putney, Vermont, a pause was called. A long wigwam was built and a celebration dance was held. Some of the members of the band wanted to burn a few captives, but their leader, Ashpelon, prevailed upon them to wait and to consider ransoming the captives instead. Messengers were sent toward Wachusett to recall the rest of the band, taking one of the captives, Benoni Stebbins, with them. On the return trip, Stebbins escaped and reached Hadley on October 4 with the news that so far the captives were alive and being taken to Canada.

One of the captives, John Stockwell (also named as Quintin), related his adventures as a hostage. (Stockwell, John, pp.5-15 as taken from R. Blome, 1687. The Present State of His Majesties Isles and Territories in America.)

The Account of John Stockwell

About Sun-set [September 19, 1677], I and another Man being together, the Indians with great shouting and shooting came upon us, and some other of the English hard by, at which we ran to a Swamp for refuge; which they perceived, made after us, and shot at us, three Guns being discharged upon me; the Swamp being mirie, I slipt in, and fell down; whereupon an Indian stept to me, with his Hatchet lifted up to knock me on the head, supposing I was wounded, and unfit for Travel: It happened I had Pistol in my Pocket, which (though uncharged) I presented to him, who presently stept back, and told me, If I would yield I should have no hurt, boasting falsely, that they had destroyed all Hatfield, and that the Woods were full of Indians; whereupon I yielded myself, and fell into the Enemies Hands, and by three of them was led away to the place whence I first fled; where two other Indians came running to us, and one lifting up the But-end of his Gun to knock me on the head, the other with his hand put by the blow, and said I was his Friend. I was now near my own House, which the Indians burnt last year, and I was about to build up again, and there I had some hopes to escape from them; there was a Horse just by, which they bid me take; I did so, but attempted no escape, because the Beast was dull and slow, and I thought they would send me to take my own Horses; which they did, but they were so frighted, that I could not come near them, and so fell again into the Enemies Hands, who now took me, bound me, and led me away. Soon after, I was brought to other Captives, who were that day taken at Hatfield, which moved two contrary Passions, Joy, to have Company; and Sorrow, that we were in that miserable Condition: We were all pinion'd and led away in the Night over the Mountains, in dark and hideous ways, about four Miles further, before we took up our place of rest, which was a dismal place of a Wood on the East-side of that Mountain; we were kept bound all that night, the Indians watching us, who, as they Travailed, made strange noises, as of Wolves, Owls, and other Birds and Beasts, that they might not lose one another; and if followed, might not be discovered by the English.

About break of day we marched again, and got over the great River Pecomptuck; there the Indians marched out upon Trays, the number of their Captives and Slain, as there manner is: Here I was again in great danger, a quarrel arising whose Captive I was, and I was afraid I must be killed to end the controversie; they then asked me whose Captive I was, I said three Indians took me; so they agreed to have all a share in me: I had now three Masters, but the Chief was he that first laid hands on me, which happened to be the worst of the company, as Ashpelon the Indian Captain told me, who was always very kind to me, and a great comfort to the English. In this place they gave us Victuals which they had brought away from the English, and ten Men were again sent out for more Plunder, some of whom brought Provision, others Corn out of the Meadows, upon Horses; from hence we went up above the Falls, where we crost that River again, when I fell down-right Lame of my old Wounds received in the War; but the apprehension of my being killed by the Indians, and what cruel death they would put me to, soon frighted away my pain, and I was very brisk again. We had eleven Horses in that company, which carried Burthens and the Women; we travailed up the River till night, and then took up our Lodgings in a dismal place, being laid on our Backs and staked down, in which posture we lay many nights together; the manner was, our arms and legs being stretched out, were staked fast down, and a Cord put about our necks, so that we could not possibly stir; the first night (being much tired) I slept as comfortably as ever; the next we lay in the Saquahog-Meadows; our Provisions was soon spent, and whilst we were there, the Indians went a Hunting, and the English Army came out after us. Then the Indians moved again, dividing themselves and the Captives into many companies, that the English might not follow their Track; at night, having crossed the River, we met again at the place appointed; the next day we re-passed it, where we continued a long time, which being about thirty Miles above Squag, the Indians were quite out of fear of the English but much afraid of the Mo-hawks, another sort of Indians, Enemies to them.

In this place they built a strong Wigwam, and had a great Daunce, as they call'd it, where it was concluded to burn three of us; having provided Bark for that purpose, of whom (as I heard afterwards) I was to be one, Serjeant Plumpton another, and the Wife of Benjamin Wait the third; I knew not then who they were, yet I understood so much of their Language, that I perceived some were designed thereto; that night I could not sleep for fear of the next day's work, the Indians (weary with dancing) lay down and slept soundly. The English were all loose, whereupon I went out for Wood, and mended the fire, making a noise on purpose, but none awaked; I though if any of the English should wake, we might kill them all sleeping; to which end I removed out of the way all the Guns and Hatchets, but my heart failing, I put all things where they were again. The next day (when they intended to burn us) our Master and some others spoke for us, and the evil was prevented at this time: We lay here about three Weeks, where I had a Shirt brought me to make; one Indian said it should be made this way, another a different way, and a third this way, whereupon I told them I would make it according to my chief Master's order; upon this an Indian struck me on the face with his fist, I suddenly rose in anger to return it again, which raised a great Hubbub; the Indians and the English coming about me. I was fain to humble my self to my Master, which ended the matter. Before I came to this place, my three Masters were gone a Hunting, and I was left with only one Indian (all the company being upon a march) who fell sick, so that I was fain to carry his Gun and Hatchet, whereby I had opportunity to have dispatched him, but did not, because the English Captives had engag'd the contrary to each other, since if one should run away, it would much endanger the remainder: Whilst we were here, Benjamin Stebbins, going with some Indians to Wachuset Hills, made his escape, the tydings whereof caused us all to be called in and bound. One of the Indians Captains, and always our great Friend, met me coming in, and told me Stebbins was run away, and the Indians spoke of burning us; some were only for burning our fingers, and then biting them off; he said there would be a Court, and all would speak their minds, but he would speak last, and declare, That the Indian, who suffered Stebbins to make his escape, was only in fault; and bid us not fear any hurt should happen to us, and so it prov'd accordingly.

Whilst we lingered here-about, Provision grew scarce, one Bear's Foot must serve five of us a whole day; we began to eat Horse-flesh, and devoured several Horses, three only being left alive. At this time the Indians had fallen upon Hadley, where some of them being taken, were released, upon promised of meeting the English on such a Plain, to make further Terms: Captain Ashpalon was much for it, but the Sachins of Wachuset, when they came, were against it; yet were willing to meet the English, only to fall upon and destroy them. Ashpalon charged us English not to speak a word of this, since mischief would come of it. With these Indians from Wachuset, there came above fourscore squaws, or Women and Children, who reported the English had taken Uncas and all his Men, and sent them beyond the Seas; whereat they were much enraged, asking us if it were true; we deny'd it, which made Ashpalon angry, saying he would no more believe Englishmen. They then examin'd every one apart, and dealt worse with us for a time, than before; still Provision was scarce; at length we came to a place called Squaro-Maug-River, where we hoped to find Salmon, but came too late; this place I reckon two hundred miles above Deer-field, then we parted into two companies, some went one way, and some another; we passed over a mighty Mountain, being eight days in travelling of it, though we marched very hard, and had every day either Snow or Rain; we observed that on this Mountain all the Water ran Northward. Here we likewise wanted Provision, at length we got over and came near a Lake, where we staid a great while to make Canoes, wherein to pass over. Here I was frozen, and here again we were like to starve; all the Indians went a Hunting, but could get nothing several days; they Pawawed, or Conjured, but to no purpose; then they desired the English to pray, confessing they could do nothing, and would have us try what the Englishmans God could do: I prayed, so did Sergeant Plumpton in another place, the Indians reverently attending Morning and Night; next day they killed some Bears, then they would needs make us desire a Blessing, and return Thanks at Meals; but after a while they grew weary of it, and the Sachim forbid us; when I was frozen, they were very cruel to me, because I could not do as at other times.

When we came to the Lake, we were again sadly straightened for Provision, and forced to eat Touch-wood fried in Bear's Grease; at last we found a company of Racoons, and then we made a Feast, the Custom being that we must eat all; I perceived I had too much for one time, which an Indian that sate by observing, bid me to slip away some to him under his Coat, and he would hide it for me till another time; this Indian, as soon as he had got my meat, stood up and made a Speech to the rest, discovering what I had done, whereat they were very angry, and cut me another piece, forcing me to drink Racoons Grease, which made me sick and vomit; I told them I had enough, after which they would give me no more, but still told me I had Racoon enough, whereby I suffered much, and (being frozen) was in great pain, sleeping but little, and yet must do my task that was set me; as they came to the Lake, they killed a great Moose, staying there till it was all eaten, and then entered upon the Lake; a Storm arose, which endangered us all, but at last we got to an Island, and there the Indians went to Pawawing, or Conjuring; the Pawaw declared, that Benjamin Wait and another were coming, and that Storm was raised to cast them away: This afterwards appeared to be true, though then I believed it not; upon this Island we lay still several days, and then set out again, but a Storm took us, so that we continued to and fro upon certain Islands about three weeks; we had no Provisions but Racoons, that the Indians themselves were afraid of being starved; they would give me nothing, whereby I was several days without any Victuals: At length we went upon the Lake on the Ice, having a little Slead, upon which we drew our Loads; before Noon I tired, and just then the Indians met with some Frenchmen: One of the Indians, who took me, came and called me all manner of ill Names, throwing me on my back; I told him I could do no more, then he said he must kill me, which I thought he was about to do, for pulling out his knife, he cut off my Pockets and wrapt them about my Face, and then he helped me up, and took my Slead and went away, giving me a bit of Bisket like a Walnut, which he had of the Frenchman, and told me he would give me a Pipe of Tobacco; when my Slead was gone, I ran after him, (but being tired soon fell to a footpace, whereby the Indians were out of sight; I followed as well as I could, having many falls upon the Ice; at length I was sp spent, I had not strength enough to rise again, but crept to a Tree that lay along, upon which I continued all the cold night, it being very sharp weather.

I now counted no other but I must here die, which whilst I was ruminating of, and Indian hollowed, and I answered; he came to me and called me bad Names, telling me if I would not go he must knock me on the head; I hold him he must then do so, he saw how I wallowed in the Snow, but could not rise; hereupon he wrapt me in his Coat, and going back, sent two Indians with a Slead, one said he must knock me on the head, the other said no, they would carry me away and burn me; then they bid me stir my Instep, to see if that were frozen, I did so; when they saw that, they said there was a Chirurgeon with the French that could cure me; then they took me upon a Slead and carried me to the fire, making much of me, pulling of my wet, and wrapping me in dry coaths, laying me on a good Bed; they had killed an Otter, and gave me some of the Broth, and a bit of the Flesh; here I slept till towards day, and was then able to get up and put on my Cloaths; one of the Indians awaked, and seeing me go, shouted, as rejoycing at it. As soon as it was light, I and Samuel Russel went afore on the Ice upon a River, they said I must go on foot as much as I could for fear of freezing; Russel slipt into the River with one foot, the Indians called him back and dried his Stockins, and sent us away with an Indian Guide; we went four or five Miles before the rest of the Indians overtook us; I was pretty well spent, Russel said he was faint, and wondred how I could live, for he said he had had ten Meals to my one; I was then laid on the Slead, and they ran away with me on the ice; the rest and Russel came shortly after, whose face I never saw more, nor knew what become of him. About midnight we got near Shamblee, a French Town, where the River was open; when I came to travel, I was not able, whereupon an Indian who staid with me would carry me a few Rods, and then I would go as many, telling me I would die if he did not carry me, and I must tell the English how kind he was.

When we came to the first house, there was no Inhabitants; the Indian and I were both spent and discouraged, he said we must now both die; at last he left me alone, and got to another house, from whence came some French and Indians, who brought me in; the French were very kind, putting my hands and feet in cold Water, and gave me a dram of Brandy, and a little Hasty-Pudding and Milk; when I tasted Victuals, I was very hungry, but they would not suffer me to eat too much; I lay be the fire with the Indians that night, yet could not sleep for pain; next morning the Indians and the French fell out about me, the Indians saying, that the French loved the English better than the Indians: The French presently turned the Indians out of doors, being very careful of me, and all the Men in the Town came to see me: Here I continued three or four days, and was invited from one house to another, receiving much civility from a young Man, who let me lie in his Bed, and would have bought me but the Indians demanded a hundred Pounds; we travailed to a place called Surril, whither this young Man accompanied me to prevent my being abused by the Indians; he carried med on the Iced one day's Journey, for now I could not go at all; when we came to the place, the People were kind.

Next day, being in much pain, I asked the Indians to carry me to the Chirurgeon, as they had promised; whereat they were angry, one taking up his Gun to knock me down, but the French would not suffer it, falling upon them and kicking them out of doors; we went away from thence to a place two or three Miles of, where the Indians had Wigwams; some of them knew me, and seemed to pity me: While I was here, which was three or four days; the French came to see me and (it being Christmas time) they brought me Cakes and other Provisions; the Indians tried to cure me, but could not; then I asked for the Chirurgeon, at which one of them in anger struck me on the face with his fist; a Frenchman being by, who spoke to him some words, and went his ways; soon after came the Captain of the place to the Wigwam, with about twelve armed Men, and asked where the Indian was that struck the Englishman, and seizing him, told him, he should go to the Bilboes, and then be hanged: The Indians were much terrified at this, as appeared by their countenance and trembling; I would have gone far away too, but the Frenchman bid me not fear, the Indians durst not hurt me.

When that Indian was gone, I had two Masters still, I asked them to carry me to that Captain, that I might speak in behalf of the Indian; they answered, I was a Fool, did I think the Frenchmen were like the English, to say one thing and do another? they were Men of the Words; but at length I prevailed with them to help me thither, and speaking to the Captain by an Interpreter, told him, I desired him to set the Indian free, declaring how kind he had been to me; he replied, he was a Rouge, and should be hanged; then I privately alledged, that if he were hanged, it might fare the worse with the English captives; the Captain said, that ought to be consider'd, whereupon he set him at liberty, upon condition he should never strike me more, and bring me every day to his house to eat victuals; I perceived the common People did not approve of what the Indians acted against the English: When he was free, he came and took me about the middle, saying, I was his Brother, I had saved his life once, and he had saved mine (he said) thrice; he then called for Brandy, and made me drink, and had me away to the Wigwam again; when I came there, the Indians one after another shook hands with me, and were very kind, thinking no other but I had saved the Indian's life.

Next day he carried me to the Captain's house, and set me down; they gave me my Victuals and Wine, and being left there awhile by the Indians, I shewed the Captain and his Wife my Fingers, who were affrighted thereat, and bid me lap it up again, and sent for the Chirurgeon, who when he came, said, he would cure me, and dressed it: That night I was full of pain, the French were afraid I would die, five Men did watch me, and strove to keep me cheerful for I was sometimes ready to faint; oft-times they gave me a little Brandy.

The next day the Chirurgeon came again and dressed me, and so he did all the while I was among the French, which was from Christmas till May. I continued in this Captain's House till Benjamin Wait came, and my Indian master (being in want of Money) pawned me to the Captain for fourteen Beavers, or the worth of them, but such a day; which if he did not pay, he must lose his Pawn, or else sell me for one and twenty Beavers; but he could get no Beaver, so I was sold, and (in God's good time) set at liberty, and returned to my Friend in New-England again.


Wells, D. W. and R. F. Wells. 1910. A History of Hatfield Massachusetts. F.C.H. Gibbons,Springfield, Mass.

Stockwell, J. The Account of John Stockwell of Deerfield, Massachusetts, Being a faithful narrative of his experiences in the hands of the Waschusett Indians --- 1677-1678.

Privately Printed. Somerville, New Jersey.

Judd, S. 1905. History of Hadley. H. R. Hunting, Springfield.


On September 19, 1677, attacking Amerindians left Hatfield in chaos! Seventeen hostages were taken, 7 houses and barns burned, 12 villagers killed, and 4 wounded. How could the captives be rescued? Who had taken them? Where were they being taken? What to do?

One man, Benjamin Waite, a scout who knew how to survive in the woods, knew what he was going to do. After all, his wife and 3 young daughters were among the hostages. The first move was to get to Albany as quickly as possible to find out if the Mohawks were involved. By October 4, Waite was back in Springfield reporting that the New York tribe was not involved. He immediately left for Boston before Benoni Stebbins, who had escaped from the Amerindians, arrived in Hadley with his news about the captives. Finally, after bureaucratic delays in Boston, Waite managed to obtain an appointment as agent to secure the release of the captives and funds were set aside to meet the ransom demands. A parley with the Amerindians in mid-October failed. The only recourse left for the English was to track the hostages to Canada, through territory never traversed by the English colonists.

By October 24, over a month after the raid, Waite and Stephen Jennings (whose wife and her two children were also captives) began the monumental task of finding the hostages. After petty bureaucratic delays in Albany, Waite and Jennings were finally given permission to go after the captives on December 10. Now the rescuers were faced not only with traveling through unknown territory but with deep winter snows. A local warrior guided them to Lake George, helped them fashion a canoe, and drew them a rough map of Lake George and Lake Champlain -- and then departed.

December 16, 1677 - Lake Champlain was reached, the first time English colonists had set foot there. Strong winds and ice slowed their progress, their provision ran out and they were forced to live off the land. But nothing could stop these two men for long. On or about January 6, the trackers reached the frontier of Canada, nearly 4 months after the raid on Hatfield. In a nearby town Hannah Jennings and a few other captives were found. The other hostages were close by with their captors. Immediately Waite and Jennings started for Quebec to bargain with Governor Frontenac for the release of the hostages. With the governor's help, the payment of two hundred pounds secured the release of the English. Of the 21 captives, 17 were returned; 2 children had been killed during the long trek north, probably because they fell ill. Sergeant Plympton of Deerfied was burned at the stake in Canada. Two children were born in Canada. Martha Waite had a daughter on January 22 who was named Canada. Nearly two months later, Hannah Jennings had a daughter who was named Captivity.

The English remained in Canada until the winter weather was over. At long last, on May 2, 1678, the entire party began the long, slow trip back home. When they reached Albany, the following letters were sent off to Hatfield:

"Albany, May 22, 1678. "Loving wife-Having now opportunity to remember my kind love to thee and our child, and the rest of our friends, though wee met with greate afflictions and trouble since I see thee last, yet now here is opportunity of joy and thanksgiving to God, that wee are now pretty well, and in a hopeful way to see the faces of one another, before we take our finall farewell of this present world. Likewise God hath raised us freinds [sic] amongst our enemies, and there is but 3 of us dead of all those that were taken away - Sergt. Plympton, Samuel Russel, Samuel Foot's daughter. So I conclude being in hast, and rest your most affectionate husband, till death makes separation.

"Quintin Stockwell."

Excerpted from Wells and Wells (1910), p. 96

"Albany, May 23, 1678. "To my loving friends and kindred at Hatfield- These few lines are to let you understand that we are arrived at Albany now with the captives, and we now stand in need of assistance, for my charges is very greate and heavy; and therefore any that have any love to ourr condition, let it moove them to come and help us in this straight. There is 3 of ye captives that are murdered,-old Goodman Plympton, Samuel Foot's daughter, Samuel Russell. All the rest are alive and well and now at Albany, namely, Obadiah Dickenson and his child, Mary Foot and her child, Hannah Gennings and 3 children, Samuel Kellogg, my wife and four children, and Quintin Stockwell. I pray you hasten the matter, for it requireth greate hast. Stay not for ye Sabbath, nor shoeing of horses. We shall endeavor to meete you at Canterhook; it may be at Houseatonock. We must come very softly because of our wives and children. I pray you, hasten then, stay not night nor day, for ye matter requireth greate hast. Bring provisions with you for us. "Your loving kinsman,"Benjamin Waite.

"At Albany, written from myne own hand. As I hve bin affected to yours all that were fatherless, be affected to me now, and hasten ye matter and stay not, and ease me of my charges. You shall not need to be afraid of any enemies."

Excerpted from Wells and Wells (1910), p. 96

On receipt of the letters, a party from Hatfield immediately set off to escort the exhausted group home.


Wells, D. W. and R. F. Wells. 1910. A History of Hatfield Massachusetts. F.C.H. Gibbons, Springfield, Mass.

Judd, S. 1905. History of Hadley. H. R. Hunting, Springfield.