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WAGGONER Elizabeth
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    Father : WAGGONER Johannes (1751 - 1842) (Age in the birth of the child : 27 years old)
    Mother : BONNETT Margaret (1757 - 1792) (Age in the birth of the child : 22 years old)
    Siblings :
       WAGGONER Peter (1787 Hackers Creek, Lewis County, West Virginia, USA - 1879 Hackers Creek, Lewis County, West Virginia, USA)
       WAGGONER Mary (1790)
       WAGGONER Paul R (1800 Hackers Creek, Lewis County, West Virginia, USA - 1877 Colfax, Clinton County, Indiana, USA)
       WAGGONER Henry (1802 Lewis County, Virginia, USA - 1886)
       WAGGONER Elijah (1804 West Virginia, USA - 1889)
       WAGGONER John (1805 Virginia, USA - 1879 Laurel Creek Run, Lewis County, Virginia, USA)
       WAGGONER Jacob (1808 - 1847)
       WAGGONER Catherine (1809 - 1879)
       WAGGONER George (1812 - 1877)
       WAGGONER William (1813)
       WAGGONER Susannah (1814)
       WAGGONER Mariah (1818 - 1905)
       WAGGONER Samuel (1821)
       WAGGONER Margaret (?)
    Birth :
          Date : 5 NOV 1779
          Place : Hardy County, West Virginia, USA
          Address : South branck of the Potamac
    Misc : Jessie's Run
          Date : 1792 (13 years old)
          Place : Hackers Creek, Lewis County, West Virginia, USA
    Death :
          Cause : Little Skin Creek
          Date : 1 FEB 1854 (74 years old)
          Place : Harrison County, West Virginia, USA
          Note :
By Bill Adler
Weston Democrat Sep.29, 1982
YESTERYEARS — Some New Information on the Waggoner Family Massacre, as revealed in the recently discovered obituary of Elizabeth Waggoner Hardman.
I have not read extensively in the field of 18th century Appalachian frontier history, but I would be much surprised to learn there is any story more dramatic than that of the John Waggoner family, who lived and, in part, died on Jesse’s Run in the late 1700's. In terms of terror, gruesome murder, tragic torment and pathos, it must rank at the very apex in any list of tales of white man-Indian warfare, in the East or the West. The Waggoner epic has been told and re-told, printed and re-printed, most recently in the “Democrat” just a few years ago (1), when I compared the ordeal of Peter Waggoner with that of Patty Hearst almost 200 years later; both were kidnapped and held captive in exceptionally hostile environments and both made the same kinds of psychological adjustments to their fates.
The story of Peter Waggoner, who survived his long capture and lived Into his 90’s, not dying until 1879, is by far more engrossing than that of the other members of his family. In fact, as far as my research has gone, I conclude that little was ever written about his father John or his two sisters, Mary and Elizabeth, who lived through the ordeal of massacre and kidnapping. Therefore, I was especially happy recently to find an 1854 Weston newspaper in the archives at West Virginia University that included the obituary of Elizabeth. It also revealed a few facts of John Waggoner's background some things that other writers, such as Alexander Scott Withers and L. V. McWhorter, apparently did not know. From the Weston “Herald” issue of March 6,1854:
OBITUARY - Died, on this 1st day of February, 1854, at her residence on Little Skin Creek, Mrs. Elizabeth Hardman, consort of the Rev. John Hardman, in the 74th year of her age. All who are acquainted with the history of Mrs. Hardman, and the family with which she was formerly identified, will be free to admit that her life was an eventful one, and attended with more afflictions than often fall to the lot of man.
Her father, John Waggoner, was a revolutionary soldier (2), and participated in some of the most sanguinary conflicts that occurred during “the days that tried men's souls”; and it is but due to him to say that he was never known to be wanting in any of the constituent qualities of a good soldier, but uniformly displayed that undaunted courage characteristic of those iron-souled heroes of that memorable war. He took a part in the engagement at Yorktown and witnessed the surrender of Cornwallis — an event that will be commemorated as long as the Star-Spangled Banner shall wave over “the land of the free and the home of the brave.”
At the termination the war, Mr. Waggoner returned to his residence on the South Branch of the Potomac, where the subject of this notice was born on the 5th day of November, 1779. His country, now deformed by the hand of civilization, no longer presented charms sufficient to satisfy the spirit of adventure peculiar to his nature. He, therefore, determined to leave the haunts of his childhood and push into the wilderness; and accordingly emigrated to North Western Virginia and settled on Jesse's Run, a tributary of Hacker's Creek.
At that period, this populous country was almost entirely an uncultivated waste, inhabited by wolves, panthers and other beasts of prey. The few humble cottages which the enterprising settlers had erected were surrounded by sombre forests, which shed a melancholy grandeur over the useless magnificence of nature and hid in their deep shades the rich soil which the sun had seldom warmed. For a while, the few brave and adventurous spirits who had made their homes in this sequestered spot were permitted to enjoy, unmolested, that mode of life congenial to their nature. But ere long, they were attacked by the merciless savages, who burned their peaceful dwellings and murdered their women and children with indiscriminating barbarity.
On the 6th day of May, 1792, a party of Shawanese (sic) Indians, with the since justly celebrated General Tecumseh at their head, approached the little mansion where Mr. Waggoner's family were quietly domiciled. Mr. Waggoner, who was at some distance from the house, was observed by Tecumseh, who immediately discharged at him the contents of his gun; but fortunately the leaden messenger of death failed to its errand and left him (Waggoner) uninjured, who, looking in the direction of his house, beheld it already surrounded by the residue of the Indians.
Knowing that resistance would be in vain and only tend to excite these savage fiends to greater acts of cruelty, he made use of the only means left him whereby he might escape the hard fate of his family and fled from before his wild adversary. Tecumseh, finding himself outstripped by the swift-footed hunter, soon gave up the pursuit and joined the party at the house, which, after killing and scalping a child that they found in the yard, had made prisoners of Mrs. Waggoner and her children, among whom was Mrs. Hardman, then about 12 years old.
They now departed with all possible dispatch, but finding that a portion of their captives were not able to travel with much speed, and wishing to be stripped of every impediment to a swift retreat, they fell upon them with their tomahawks and murdered them with every aggravation of savage cruelty, leaving their mangled bodies strewed promiscuously along the way, weltering in crimson gore.
Mrs. Hardman, who witnessed this horrible deed by which she was robbed of an affectionate mother, a dear little brother, and a lovely sister, was now borne far away from her native land, to the Indian towns on the Maumee River (4), where, agreeably to the custom of the Indians, she was exposed to sale and purchased by a squaw, who exacted of her the hardest kind of servitude. It may not be improper here to say something in relation to Tecumseh, who, though a savage was yet a magnanimous chief. Although an inveterate enemy of the whites, he did much to alleviate the sufferings of his prisoners.
Observing one day Mrs. Hardman's tyrannical mistress beating her in a most shocking and cruel manner, he immediately interposed, and with menacing gestures and commanding voice, bade her to abandon not only for the present but in time to come such detestable acts of barbarity. This was only one among the many instances in which he manifested a regard for the welfare of the prisoners.
At this early period, he had acquired a reputation of which none of his tribe could boast. He could easily be distinguished from any of the rest of his tribe by his athletic frame and complacent countenance, which are the sure indices of a great soul. He was remarkable for his eloquence, to which he was indebted more than to any other cause, for the veneration in which he was held by his subjects, who were not slow in yielding obedience to his mandates. They would listen in mute astonishment to his matchless harangues, while their passions over which he wielded an almost absolute sway seemed to flow in the same channel with his.
Such was the person and the character of Tecumseh, the renowned chief of the Shawanese, as given by Mrs. Hardman, and it is in strict accordance with what is said of him by his biographers. But to approximate to our subject, Mrs. Hardman soon became weary of living in the forest among the assassins of her countrymen. She longed to return to the bosom of her broken-hearted father, and the associates of her childhood.
About this time (late in the Fall of 1793), Gen. Wayne (5) began his campaign against the Indians, who were actively engaged in preparing to give him battle. For several days, company after company of the warlike tribes thronged the Shawanese towns. Brandishing above their heads the gleaming steel, they made the woods resound with their war whoops and savage yells. At length they all left the towns and repaired to the place whither they expected to meet Gen. Wayne.
Mrs. Hardman and another captive (then Miss Sallie Johnson) now determined on attempting their escape. Having succeeded in eluding the vigilance of the Indians, they set out late in the evening and directed their steps toward Detroit. They had not travelled far before the sable curtain of night closed around them. But animated by the prospect of being restored to the society of their friends, they continued to travel the whole night through the dreary wilderness. Sometime during the next day they met a white man, an Indian trader, who furnished them with some provisions and gave them directions how to proceed in order to escape detection and reach the settlements.
They now travelled many miles without seeing a human being, but were, at length, overtaken by two white men who conducted them safely to a settlement at Detroit, where Mrs. Hardman remained with a Mr. Sisney until after the treaty was concluded with the Indians in 1795. Mr. Sisney, her kind benefactor, they conveyed her to the neighborhood of Wheeling and left her with her uncle Lewis Bonnett. Thence she was conveyed to her father, whose joy at meeting with his long-lost child may be better imagined than described.
At the age of nineteen, she stood before the hymeneal altar and plighted her faith to her now bereaved husband. She afterwards became the mother of 13 children, 11 sons and two daughters. About 45 years ago she embraced Religion and attached herself to a branch of the Methodist Church. She ever afterward "maintained her integrity and walked before the Lord in the beauty of holiness. She, by her Christian virtues, initiated herself into the favor of all who knew her, exhibiting in all the walks of life gentleness, and a sweet disposition of soul and temperment of mind. As a companion, she was kind and dutiful, as a mother, mild and affectionate, and as a neighbor, amiable and benevolent.
During the illness which preceded her dissolution, she evinced a spirit of Christian fortitude and resignation. She assured the weeping friends that surrounded her dying couch that she still felt that “sweet peace” within her that had sustained her so long amid the chequered scenes of life's vascillating fortune. As life was ebbing out and dissolving nature crumbling to dust, though suffering the most excruciating pain, she being asked by some friends how she was, exclaimed in holy triumph, "All is well," (or used words of similar import), and breathed her life out sweetly into the hands of her Heavenly Father.
“The chamber where the good man (or woman) meets his (or her) fate is privileged above the common walks of life, quite on the verge of Heaven.” She has left a large circle of friends to mourn their loss, among whom are her aged companion and disconsolate children. Oh, may they be resigned to the will of the Lord, “whose ways are above our ways,” and be enabled to say with His servant Job. “The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away, blessed be the name of the Lord,” and
“When I he dream of life is fled,
When those wasting lamps are dead,
When in cold oblivion's shade,
Beauty, wealth and power are laid,
Where immortal spirits reign,
There may they all meet again.”
(1) The Weston "Democrat" of February 25,1978.
(2) The American Revolution.
(3) That Is, 1854.
(4) Near present-day Toledo, Ohio.
(5) "Mad Anthony" Wayne.
    Misc : Kidnaped by a party of Shawanese (sic) Indians, with the since justly celebrated General Tecumseh at their head, Maumee River
          Type : FROM 6 MAY 1792 TO OCT 1793
          Place : Toledo, Lucas County, Ohio, USA
    Given name : Elizabeth
          Surname : Waggoner
    Family Information :
          with HARDMAN John (1770 - 1864) :
                Marriage :
                      Date : 21 NOV 1798 (19 years old)
                      Place : Harrison County, West Virginia, USA

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