I have misplaced the URL one goes to find the rootsweb mailing lists we sub to. I know one can ask for the list of all the mailing lists one is subscribed to, but cannot find it. Would some kind soul please send it to me. THANKS!

Enjoyed the story of Sarah Osborne and the Warrior. We in America, have a rich heritage in stories and myths that are passed down in families. Some we know are fact, some fiction based on fact. They are all a part of our heritage and should be preserved. This story is no doubt based on true events of the happenings in the East Tennessee region. I am very proud of my East Tennessee heritage and am just now getting to know more of its history and stories. I am not proud of our nations treatment of the American Indians, but it is our history never the less. I am just as proud of my European countries heritages and embrace the stories, beliefs and legends of each nation. Granted some are fanciful myths but I tend to enjoy the stories of all countries and nationalities as the cultural heritage of the people in each community shine through. Where would we be with out the stories? We would be left with a very dull history of the world. And the Lord knows we have never been a dull world. Sometimes its hard to sort out the fact from fiction, but most writers of today will state if the writing is based on fact. There are wonderful stories to read. I am writing a short story of one of my great grandmothers. It will be based on fact, with some dialogue fiction mixed in but I am researching to have it as true as possible. This story is for our family, to honour a grandmother none of us were allowed to know. I hope it will be passed down to her descendants yet to come. It will not be for the general public. I have done a short essay on my four great grandmothers who all happened to be Kansas Pioneers. I am working on the same for the four great grandfathers. But these will be all fact and no added or embellished information. These will be published in the Kansas Genealogy Society papers. Just my own personal view on this subject. Sue Ellen One who still hopes to find American Indians in her ancestry.

Better stated than mine. Sometimes my Irish gets me going and the sad thing is, is the only Irish I may possibly have is my "temper". <LOL> But I do enjoy "Mom, tell your little granddaughter the story you told us about ------. See, they enjoyed them too, and we always say, "this was told to us, we don't know that it happened, but it very well could have, somewhere, sometime, but for now it's our story". Antoinette waughtel@oz.net ----- Original Message ----- From: <allenjm@bellsouth.net> To: <NEWGEN-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Tuesday, December 12, 2000 7:09 AM Subject: [NEWGEN] The Story and Ancient Brit Comments > I took the story to be an interesting bit of folklore appropriate for > the time of the year with a message of love and kindness that should be > shared. I also realized the possibility of some of the characters > having historical significance such as Tsi' you-gunsini as well as > realizing that there could be a bit of a tale to it. > > The 'wild-west' should not be confused with this country's early > frontier days, nor should our ancestors be classified as murderers, > or vicious criminals who slaughtered each other. > > Perhaps some learned Brit will devote his expertise toward proving that > the story absolutely did not occur. > > Besides it was titled a 'story' and if you look at the past you might > just say that it is all written by an individual as 'his' story. > > Rsp. Jim Allen > P.S. I reckon I could provide Roy with a newspaper account of how my > grandfather was stabbed to death before he bore any children------hmm I > may not even be real. > > > ==== NEWGEN Mailing List ==== > ROOTSWEB.............R.I.P. >

I took the story to be an interesting bit of folklore appropriate for the time of the year with a message of love and kindness that should be shared. I also realized the possibility of some of the characters having historical significance such as Tsi' you-gunsini as well as realizing that there could be a bit of a tale to it. The 'wild-west' should not be confused with this country's early frontier days, nor should our ancestors be classified as murderers, or vicious criminals who slaughtered each other. Perhaps some learned Brit will devote his expertise toward proving that the story absolutely did not occur. Besides it was titled a 'story' and if you look at the past you might just say that it is all written by an individual as 'his' story. Rsp. Jim Allen P.S. I reckon I could provide Roy with a newspaper account of how my grandfather was stabbed to death before he bore any children------hmm I may not even be real.

Skepticism or not, Mr. Stockdale, I feel sorry for you should you not let your children believe in Santa Claus. I have always enjoyed your posts, your thoughts and views, and I admit it "might" be a bit far fetched but I believed the stories my grandmother told me. When it thunders, and children are scared, and since she had traveled by covered wagon, she told us that the thunder was just "a covered wagon going over the clouds". Now, how soothing that is to a child's mind, and I told my children, my grandchildren and now my great grandchildren the same "story". This might not be in the same "category" as a little girl feeding the hungry wild marauding Indians but who is to say that it could not have happened. And for a little tidbit "I have not gone to a movie since the early 70s when Gone With The Wind" re-ran and the only TV that I watch is Basketball ~ both American. Antoinette ~ Tacoma, WA, USA waughtel@oz.net ----- Original Message ----- From: "Roy Stockdill" <roystock@compuserve.com> To: <NEWGEN-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Tuesday, December 12, 2000 12:06 AM Subject: [NEWGEN] Story of Sarah Osborne and Tsi'yuy-gunsini > PLEASE forgive this ancient Brit's scepticism but sweet as it is, this > story of a little girl feeding cake to marauding Indians has about as much > chance of being true as I have of proving myself to be descended from Mary > Queen of Scots! It is obviously just a piece of Wild West mythology of the > "homespun" kind much loved by Hollywood and perpetrated on the gullible as > serious history. Hasn't somebody made a film of it yet? They ought to! > > We had our own myths over here long ago in the Tales of King Arthur and the > Knights of Camelot, and Robin Hood and his Merry Men. They never happened, > either! Isn't it time you folks stopped believing in these dewy-eyed myths > of the pioneers of the Wild West, created by the movie moguls and John > Wayne? Do a bit of serious research and I suspect you will find that the > so-called Wild West was never romantic or heroic, but just plain violent, > ugly, an era in which vicious criminals and murderers slaughtered each > other, along with the innocent, with impunity, and a nightmare for those > living it much of the time. > > I find it disturbing if this kind of rubbish is being peddled on websites > as "history". Unfortunately, some folks will believe it, just as they > believe everything they see in the movies. > > Roy Stockdill > Editor, The Journal of One-Name Studies > The Stockdill Family History Society (Guild of One-Name Studies, FedFHS) > STOCKDILL PREST YELLOW BOLTON WORSNOP > GIBSON MIDGLEY BRACEWELL SHACKLETON BRADLEY MOODY in Yorkshire North & > West Ridings > MEAD YOUNG in Somerset, Wiltshire & Gloucestershire > Web page of the Stockdill Family History Society:- > http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/roystock > Web page of the Guild of One-Name Studies:- http://www.one-name.org > "Never ask a man if he comes from Yorkshire. If he does he will tell you. > If he does not, why humiliate him?" - Canon Sydney Smith (scholar and > humorist 1771-1845) > > > ==== NEWGEN Mailing List ==== > BE SURE TO SHARE WITH THE OTHER LIST MEMBERS ANY SIGNIFICANT > (OR INSIGNIFICANT) FIND YOU HAVE MADE. IT HELPS OTHERS TO PRESS ON > WITH THEIR OWN SEARCH. >

PLEASE forgive this ancient Brit's scepticism but sweet as it is, this story of a little girl feeding cake to marauding Indians has about as much chance of being true as I have of proving myself to be descended from Mary Queen of Scots! It is obviously just a piece of Wild West mythology of the "homespun" kind much loved by Hollywood and perpetrated on the gullible as serious history. Hasn't somebody made a film of it yet? They ought to! We had our own myths over here long ago in the Tales of King Arthur and the Knights of Camelot, and Robin Hood and his Merry Men. They never happened, either! Isn't it time you folks stopped believing in these dewy-eyed myths of the pioneers of the Wild West, created by the movie moguls and John Wayne? Do a bit of serious research and I suspect you will find that the so-called Wild West was never romantic or heroic, but just plain violent, ugly, an era in which vicious criminals and murderers slaughtered each other, along with the innocent, with impunity, and a nightmare for those living it much of the time. I find it disturbing if this kind of rubbish is being peddled on websites as "history". Unfortunately, some folks will believe it, just as they believe everything they see in the movies. Roy Stockdill Editor, The Journal of One-Name Studies The Stockdill Family History Society (Guild of One-Name Studies, FedFHS) STOCKDILL PREST YELLOW BOLTON WORSNOP GIBSON MIDGLEY BRACEWELL SHACKLETON BRADLEY MOODY in Yorkshire North & West Ridings MEAD YOUNG in Somerset, Wiltshire & Gloucestershire Web page of the Stockdill Family History Society:- http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/roystock Web page of the Guild of One-Name Studies:- http://www.one-name.org ”Never ask a man if he comes from Yorkshire. If he does he will tell you. If he does not, why humiliate him?" - Canon Sydney Smith (scholar and humorist 1771-1845)

Mispelled word Mississippi River John Rathbone wrote: > >From John Rathbone at jrathbon@dreamscape.com > > G'Day, Everyone! > > A day late and a surname short. I have looked at all your submissions and > have two conclusions: 1) I am unable to help anyone with their particular > brick wall (or strong headwind!) and 2) the reverse is also probably true! > However, here are the names, in modified format as suggested: (BTW, I use > the term "originating" to indicate my earliest citable contact with the > name.) > > LANGWORTHY Originating in Widdecombe, ENG, emigrating to the area of > Plymouth, MA in 18th century, ending up with Orthello Sidney, William > Franklin, Floy Pearl, Claire, and Rose LANGWORTHY in Hamilton, NY until > mid-1940s. > POPE Originating in Plymouth, ENG and ditto re: > emigration, ending up in the Edmeston, NY area in 1930s and 40s. > EVANS Originating in Yeovil, ENG and emigrating in late > 19th Century to Gloversville, NY. All golvecutters, a number of sons of > this family so emigrated, but went to different parts of the US and lost > contact with each other. > SOULE, George As in "Mayflower immigrant", but very little is known of > his lineage or life back in ENG. > RATHBONE, John Originating in Liverpool, ENG, b. circa 1814, > emigrating to New London, CT circa 1845, iron-worker or shipwright, in > business on Gold St. > BAILEY, Almira m. above J. RATHBONE c. 1850, later divorced and moved > to the Hamptons on Long Island. Interesting story. > CRAWFORD, Harriet N. According to census, from PA, c. 1830-1850. m. > to son, John, of above John RATHBONE.* I would like most to find out about > this mystery lady and her family, because family ties to the southern > states** is apparently through her side of the family. > FENNEKOHL, George William Frederick (anglicized) b. 1875, > Lesum-nach-Bremen, GER, emigrated to New York City, NY, owned HOllings > (later the Terminal) Hotel in NYC, died 1935. > SHULTZ, Wilhelmina ("Minnie") b. 1879 in Jersy City, NJ, 2nd m. to > FENNEKOHL (1901), daughter of Adolf (or Otto) SCHULZ and Elizabeth MEYER. > Note different spelling of surname -- these are documented and are > compounding the problems of research. > > It also appears that most of these folks (except for George Soule, who was > indentured to a man who took him along on the Mayflower) either swam, rowed, > or sailed their own small craft to North America. Or stowed away or "jumped > ship." I have yet to find one on any passenger list. > > * Noting a point made earlier in someone's twx, the first-born son of each > of these families was named "John" from about 1814 through 1936. I have no > sons; my younger brother's son is "Jason" and his son is "Jack"; my > daughter's first born is "Ian". And so it goes. Nothing proven, no point > made, just a flyspeck on the parchment of family traditions... > > ** Typical of most of my research, I have found a relative who remembers > being taken for a trip to the Chicago Fair in the 19-teens and continuing on > a trip through the south "to visit a lot of relatives" -- but can neither > remember their names nor where they visited. "I was a kid -- what would I > remember about that? The fair was great!" (He was about 12 or 14 at the > time!) > -----Original Message----- > From: bill@dr-fox.com <Bill@Dr-Fox.Com> > > >BE SURE TO SHARE WITH THE OTHER LIST MEMBERS ANY SIGNIFICANT > >(OR INSIGNIFICANT) FIND YOU HAVE MADE. IT HELPS OTHERS TO PRESS ON > >WITH THEIR OWN SEARCH. > > > I guess these are insignificant enough! [;>)) But who knows, maybe it can > help someone... > > ==== NEWGEN Mailing List ==== > WHILE NO CONTROVERSY IS PERMITTED ON NEWGEN THERE IS A SOAPBOX > ON THE WEBSITE HTTP://WWW.DR-FOX.COM WHERE YOU CAN EXPRESS YOURSELF

Hello John, I found these surnames at http://istg.rootsweb.com/ Rathbone Volume I Langworthy " " Evans " " Bailey " " Crawford " " Schulz " " Meyer " " I don't know of course if any of these are yours. I searched by surname and as you see only in one volume. There are 3 more volumes to search by surname, year, port of departure/ arrival, ships name. You wrote: <It also appears that most of these folks (except for George Soule, who was indentured to a man who took him along on the Mayflower) either swam, rowed, or sailed their own small craft to North America. Or stowed away or "jumped ship."> My ancestors must have done the same thing and then traveled up or down the Missippi to St. Louis, Mo. This is so much fun????????? Good Luck Rose John Rathbone wrote: > >From John Rathbone at jrathbon@dreamscape.com > > G'Day, Everyone! > > A day late and a surname short. I have looked at all your submissions and > have two conclusions: 1) I am unable to help anyone with their particular > brick wall (or strong headwind!) and 2) the reverse is also probably true! > However, here are the names, in modified format as suggested: (BTW, I use > the term "originating" to indicate my earliest citable contact with the > name.) > > LANGWORTHY Originating in Widdecombe, ENG, emigrating to the area of > Plymouth, MA in 18th century, ending up with Orthello Sidney, William > Franklin, Floy Pearl, Claire, and Rose LANGWORTHY in Hamilton, NY until > mid-1940s. > POPE Originating in Plymouth, ENG and ditto re: > emigration, ending up in the Edmeston, NY area in 1930s and 40s. > EVANS Originating in Yeovil, ENG and emigrating in late > 19th Century to Gloversville, NY. All golvecutters, a number of sons of > this family so emigrated, but went to different parts of the US and lost > contact with each other. > SOULE, George As in "Mayflower immigrant", but very little is known of > his lineage or life back in ENG. > RATHBONE, John Originating in Liverpool, ENG, b. circa 1814, > emigrating to New London, CT circa 1845, iron-worker or shipwright, in > business on Gold St. > BAILEY, Almira m. above J. RATHBONE c. 1850, later divorced and moved > to the Hamptons on Long Island. Interesting story. > CRAWFORD, Harriet N. According to census, from PA, c. 1830-1850. m. > to son, John, of above John RATHBONE.* I would like most to find out about > this mystery lady and her family, because family ties to the southern > states** is apparently through her side of the family. > FENNEKOHL, George William Frederick (anglicized) b. 1875, > Lesum-nach-Bremen, GER, emigrated to New York City, NY, owned HOllings > (later the Terminal) Hotel in NYC, died 1935. > SHULTZ, Wilhelmina ("Minnie") b. 1879 in Jersy City, NJ, 2nd m. to > FENNEKOHL (1901), daughter of Adolf (or Otto) SCHULZ and Elizabeth MEYER. > Note different spelling of surname -- these are documented and are > compounding the problems of research. > > It also appears that most of these folks (except for George Soule, who was > indentured to a man who took him along on the Mayflower) either swam, rowed, > or sailed their own small craft to North America. Or stowed away or "jumped > ship." I have yet to find one on any passenger list. > > * Noting a point made earlier in someone's twx, the first-born son of each > of these families was named "John" from about 1814 through 1936. I have no > sons; my younger brother's son is "Jason" and his son is "Jack"; my > daughter's first born is "Ian". And so it goes. Nothing proven, no point > made, just a flyspeck on the parchment of family traditions... > > ** Typical of most of my research, I have found a relative who remembers > being taken for a trip to the Chicago Fair in the 19-teens and continuing on > a trip through the south "to visit a lot of relatives" -- but can neither > remember their names nor where they visited. "I was a kid -- what would I > remember about that? The fair was great!" (He was about 12 or 14 at the > time!) > -----Original Message----- > From: bill@dr-fox.com <Bill@Dr-Fox.Com> > > >BE SURE TO SHARE WITH THE OTHER LIST MEMBERS ANY SIGNIFICANT > >(OR INSIGNIFICANT) FIND YOU HAVE MADE. IT HELPS OTHERS TO PRESS ON > >WITH THEIR OWN SEARCH. > > > I guess these are insignificant enough! [;>)) But who knows, maybe it can > help someone... > > ==== NEWGEN Mailing List ==== > WHILE NO CONTROVERSY IS PERMITTED ON NEWGEN THERE IS A SOAPBOX > ON THE WEBSITE HTTP://WWW.DR-FOX.COM WHERE YOU CAN EXPRESS YOURSELF

Hi all, For your reference, I've been collecting and creating search engines for obituary archives of special groups such as colleges, universities, fraternities, and clubs. You can search these archives for your surnames as yet another resource for your family research. It is a part of Obituary Central ( http://www.obitcentral.com ). The URL for the Special Obituary Collections is http://www.geocities.com/cribbswh/obit/special.htm Thanks, Bill

Thanks Woody. I got into this page for the sketch but would love to read the item and cannot still get into that. Antoinette waughtel@oz.net ----- Original Message ----- From: <WoodyWoodworth@aol.com> To: <NEWGEN-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Monday, December 11, 2000 6:23 PM Subject: Re: [NEWGEN] Story of Sarah Osborne and Tsi'yuy-gunsini > For those having trouble getting the Dragging Canoe pencil drawing to load, > here is the direct URL: > http://members.tripod.com/~SmithDRay/DragCanP.jpg > > It's a pretty big file. Took a while to load even with a cable modem. > > Woody > > > > > ==== NEWGEN Mailing List ==== > THE GENEALOGIST NEVER TAKES WITHOUT SHARING. >

I just clicked on it in your e-mail and it worked. Then I went to my 'sent' folder and clicked on it in the e-mail I sent; it worked there also. Rsp. Jim Allen Antoinette Waughtel Sorensen wrote: > For some reason I am not able to access this. I clicked on the below url ~ > should I be doing something else? > Antoinette > waughtel@oz.net > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: <allenjm@bellsouth.net> > To: <NEWGEN-L@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Monday, December 11, 2000 4:08 PM > Subject: [NEWGEN] Story of Sarah Osborne and Tsi'yuy-gunsini > > > The Unaka Mountains are located in East Tennessee. > > > > My great grandmother was an Osborn/Osborne. > > > > More on Dragging Canoe history may be found at: > > > > http://members.tripod.com/~SmithDRay/home-index-0.html > > > > Along with many other interesting historical characters. > > > > When you get to the Draggin Canoe Page be sure to scroll through > > it all as there are more interesting tidbits at the bottom. Loads > > slow. I have yet to get the pencil drawing of him to load. > > > > I have not found this particular story on the site. I'm wondering if > > it's in there somewhere. Please let me know if you find it there. > > > > Rsp. Jim Allen > > > > > > ==== NEWGEN Mailing List ==== > > INVITE YOUR NEIGHBORS AND FRIENDS TO JOIN THE NEWGEN LIST > > NEWGEN-L-REQUEST@ROOTSWEB.COM (FOR LIST) > > MEWGEN-D-REQUEST@ROOTSWEB.COM (FOR DIGEST) > > > > ==== NEWGEN Mailing List ==== > DON'T FORGET TO USE THE WORDS "THANK YOU" WHEN SOMEONE HAS DONE > YOU A FAVOR....ALSO WHEN SOMEONE HAS TRIED TO BE HELPFUL.

For some reason I am not able to access this. I clicked on the below url ~ should I be doing something else? Antoinette waughtel@oz.net ----- Original Message ----- From: <allenjm@bellsouth.net> To: <NEWGEN-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Monday, December 11, 2000 4:08 PM Subject: [NEWGEN] Story of Sarah Osborne and Tsi'yuy-gunsini > The Unaka Mountains are located in East Tennessee. > > My great grandmother was an Osborn/Osborne. > > More on Dragging Canoe history may be found at: > > http://members.tripod.com/~SmithDRay/home-index-0.html > > Along with many other interesting historical characters. > > When you get to the Draggin Canoe Page be sure to scroll through > it all as there are more interesting tidbits at the bottom. Loads > slow. I have yet to get the pencil drawing of him to load. > > I have not found this particular story on the site. I'm wondering if > it's in there somewhere. Please let me know if you find it there. > > Rsp. Jim Allen > > > ==== NEWGEN Mailing List ==== > INVITE YOUR NEIGHBORS AND FRIENDS TO JOIN THE NEWGEN LIST > NEWGEN-L-REQUEST@ROOTSWEB.COM (FOR LIST) > MEWGEN-D-REQUEST@ROOTSWEB.COM (FOR DIGEST) >

The Unaka Mountains are located in East Tennessee. My great grandmother was an Osborn/Osborne. More on Dragging Canoe history may be found at: http://members.tripod.com/~SmithDRay/home-index-0.html Along with many other interesting historical characters. When you get to the Draggin Canoe Page be sure to scroll through it all as there are more interesting tidbits at the bottom. Loads slow. I have yet to get the pencil drawing of him to load. I have not found this particular story on the site. I'm wondering if it's in there somewhere. Please let me know if you find it there. Rsp. Jim Allen

For those having trouble getting the Dragging Canoe pencil drawing to load, here is the direct URL: http://members.tripod.com/~SmithDRay/DragCanP.jpg It's a pretty big file. Took a while to load even with a cable modem. Woody

Thank you for this story, whether true or not, it must have in some pioneer family, happen as such. I have OSBORNE, OSBORN in my ancestry and there is a Sarah, and several John's but the Sarah I show would be a bit older. But thank you for sharing this "story". Antoinette waughtel@oz.net ----- Original Message ----- From: "jgmott" <jgmott@wcoil.com> To: <NEWGEN-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Monday, December 11, 2000 9:43 AM Subject: [NEWGEN] Story > This is from another list. It is long, but a very good story(not sure if it is a true story though) > Gloria > The Christmas Cake > By Ed Price > > Deep snow filled the valleys and hollows of the Unaka Mountains with > soft, powdery whiteness. Christmas Day dawned clear and bright that > frosty morning in 1791. Outside the cabin all was quiet but John > Osborne, pioneer father of seven, didn't have to tax his imagination to > know what was coming next. A half dozen Indians were positioning > themselves for a final all-out attack. > All night long the place had been under siege. The warriors had arrived > about the middle of the afternoon on Christmas Eve, just as Mrs. Osborne > was taking her famous Christmas cake -- a splendid confection of flour, > honey, dried fruit and nuts -- out of the Dutch oven. Women in her > German-born family baked the cake for generations -- a special treat > only to be eaten on Christmas day. > With three Kentucky long rifles available, John Osborne and his two > oldest sons stationed themselves at narrow slots built into the walls of > the cabin and repeatedly blazed away at the attacking warriors while > Mrs. Osborne and the younger boys reloaded the guns. The Indians had > rifles too but, luckily, no one in the cabin had been hit. And as far as > John Osborne could see, none> of the attacking Indians had been shot > either. > Three-year-old Sarah, the only Osborne girl, seemed oblivious to > everything around her. At first the noise of the firing had hurt her > ears, but she quickly adjusted and turned her mind to more pressing > thoughts -- mainly getting herself a generous slice of Mama's Christmas > cake. "Sarah want Christmas cake," she said to her mother, who was > busily jamming a ramrod down the gullet of a rifle."Not now," her mother > snapped back impatiently. "Maybe later when our 'guests' have left." > Then she handed her husband the freshly-loaded long rifle while he > handed her an empty one. > Sarah toddled over to her 15-year-old brother, William, who was busily > aiming his rifle through a slot. She reached out with a chubby hand, > grabbed his homespun pant leg and tugged. "Sarah wants cake," she said > loudly, trying to get his attention. William was too busy to be > bothered. He unceremoniously shoved her away. The little girl went from > one brother to the other. All were too busy to eat cake, let alone cut a > piece for Sarah. Finally, sadly, she wrapped herself in a piece of > bearskin and hunkered down in a corner of the cabin. > As soon as darkness fell the firing stopped. Sarah's mother relit the > fire in the fireplace as her husband and sons kept watch through the > slots. Finally John Osborne turned to his wife. "I can't understand why > they haven't tried to burn the cabin down," he said ominously. "Don't > even think of such a thing," his wife snapped back. "Just thank God > we're still alive." "Maybe they're just trying to harass us, to drive us > away." > Mrs. Osborne frowned. "Give me half a chance and I'll be in that wagon > heading east before you know it." John Osborne nodded agreement. Two > days ago a person couldn't have pried him from his new farmstead. Now he > was more than ready to load up his wife, kids, and what few belongings > they had, and head back to the Cape Fear River were, > at least, the local natives didn't use you for target practice. > Little Sarah was fast asleep in the bearskin. When her mother picked > her up she woke and babbled the first thing that entered her mind. "Can > we eat cake, now?" Mrs. Osborne smiled at her daughter and kissed her > lightly on the cheek. "No," she answered. "That cake is for Christmas -- > tomorrow..." She turned to her husband and mumbled, "...That is, if we > all live long enough to eat it!" > --- > Now it was Christmas day. John Osborne thought it doubtful whether any > of the family would survive the hour. But all that Sarah could think of > was the Christmas cake. > It had snowed heavily the night before and it was frigid outside the > cabin. Inside, it wasn't much warmer but, at least, there was no wind. > Those Indians out there must have been freezing. "I hope they freeze to > death," Mrs. Osborne said emphatically. John Osborne raised his > eyebrows. "Let's be charitable, Mother," he said soothingly. "If we're > going to die, we might as well do it while loving our enemies." > Mrs. Osborne stamped her foot angrily on the hard-packed dirt floor of > the cabin. "Love them if you wish, John. As for me, I hope they all go > to the blazes!" > Sarah tugged her mother's skirt. "Christmas cake," she burbled. > Her mother smiled. "Of course. Christmas cake. It is Christmas day, > isn't it." She moved to the table and picked up a knife. "We'll all have > a piece," she said as she sunk the blade into the soft confection. > The family assembled at the table, all but the oldest son who continued > to keep watch. John picked up his wedge of cake and said, "I bet them > savages would like a piece of this." Sarah was wide-eyed. "Why?" she > asked. Because it's cold, honey? I bet they haven't eaten for..." > "Here they come!" the eldest son shouted. Christmas cake was instantly > forgotten as family members scrambled to their stations. Firing started > again. Outside Sarah heard yelling and whoops. Daddy > was right. They must be hungry. They cried like she did when she wanted > something to eat. > The eldest son nearly dropped his rifle when he saw what happened > next. "What in the...." > John Osborne shouted through the slot. "Sarah! Come back here!" > Mrs. Osborne jumped up and looked around the cabin. Sarah was gone. The > door was standing open. Her husband now stood in the opening, his eyes > fixed on something outside the cabin. The firing had stopped. "What's > happening?" she shouted. > A stifled cry came from her lips. The Indians had stopped attacking. > Instead, they stood in the snow around a little girl who was holding a > plate bearing her mother's Christmas cake. She held it up to the > astonished Indians. Obviously, none of them knew quite what to do. > Finally one of the Indians -- a tall, graying warrior -- reached over > and took a piece of the cake. Gingerly he tasted it. When he finally > realized that the little girl wasn't trying to poison him, he took a > bigger bite. The half-dozen other warriors each took a piece and ate as > if they hadn'teaten for days. In no time at all, the Christmas cake was > gone. > The older Indian now bent down and whispered a few words to little > Sarah. Then they both looked toward the house. Sarah took the brawny > Indian's hand in her soft, white one, and they both slowly began walking > toward the cabin. > Inside, the Osborne family was on the verge of panic. "Here they come. > What are we going to do now?" Mrs. Osborne asked her husband. > John shrugged in confusion. > Before they knew it, Sarah and the Indian were standing at the door. > Sarah urged him to come inside, but he refused. > John Osborne pointed his long rifle at the Indian's chest. The old > Indianglanced at the muzzle warily. Then he made an unmistakable sign of > greeting with his hand. "I am Dragging Canoe," he said solemnly. > John's stomach did a triple somersault. So this was the infamous > Dragging Canoe, the renegade Cherokee who swore he would never make > peace with the whites. He had broken with his own people to form the > Chickamauga Nation. Now, this terror of the frontier was standing at > John's very threshold, making signs of peace. > Dragging Canoe nodded toward Sarah. "Little Flower fed my braves when > we were hungry. You will now live in peace." Then he turned and walked > back to his braves. "They're leaving," the eldest son said in utter > amazement. "They're just walking away." > Mrs. Osborne closed the door, stooped down, and gathered her little > daughter into her arms. "Why did you go out there?" she demanded to > know. "Daddy said the men outside were hungry," she answered simply. "I > took them food." > So a simple act of generosity by a little girl had saved an entire > family from destruction. And Dragging Canoe was as good as his word. The > family was never bothered again by Indian raiders. > > (NOTE: The next spring, 60-year-old Dragging Canoe died of apoplexy > after an all-night war dance. The eventual fate of little Sarah Osborne > is unknown.) > > > ==== NEWGEN Mailing List ==== > DON'T FORGET TO USE THE WORDS "THANK YOU" WHEN SOMEONE HAS DONE > YOU A FAVOR....ALSO WHEN SOMEONE HAS TRIED TO BE HELPFUL. >

This is from another list. It is long, but a very good story(not sure if it is a true story though) Gloria The Christmas Cake By Ed Price Deep snow filled the valleys and hollows of the Unaka Mountains with soft, powdery whiteness. Christmas Day dawned clear and bright that frosty morning in 1791. Outside the cabin all was quiet but John Osborne, pioneer father of seven, didn't have to tax his imagination to know what was coming next. A half dozen Indians were positioning themselves for a final all-out attack. All night long the place had been under siege. The warriors had arrived about the middle of the afternoon on Christmas Eve, just as Mrs. Osborne was taking her famous Christmas cake -- a splendid confection of flour, honey, dried fruit and nuts -- out of the Dutch oven. Women in her German-born family baked the cake for generations -- a special treat only to be eaten on Christmas day. With three Kentucky long rifles available, John Osborne and his two oldest sons stationed themselves at narrow slots built into the walls of the cabin and repeatedly blazed away at the attacking warriors while Mrs. Osborne and the younger boys reloaded the guns. The Indians had rifles too but, luckily, no one in the cabin had been hit. And as far as John Osborne could see, none> of the attacking Indians had been shot either. Three-year-old Sarah, the only Osborne girl, seemed oblivious to everything around her. At first the noise of the firing had hurt her ears, but she quickly adjusted and turned her mind to more pressing thoughts -- mainly getting herself a generous slice of Mama's Christmas cake. "Sarah want Christmas cake," she said to her mother, who was busily jamming a ramrod down the gullet of a rifle."Not now," her mother snapped back impatiently. "Maybe later when our 'guests' have left." Then she handed her husband the freshly-loaded long rifle while he handed her an empty one. Sarah toddled over to her 15-year-old brother, William, who was busily aiming his rifle through a slot. She reached out with a chubby hand, grabbed his homespun pant leg and tugged. "Sarah wants cake," she said loudly, trying to get his attention. William was too busy to be bothered. He unceremoniously shoved her away. The little girl went from one brother to the other. All were too busy to eat cake, let alone cut a piece for Sarah. Finally, sadly, she wrapped herself in a piece of bearskin and hunkered down in a corner of the cabin. As soon as darkness fell the firing stopped. Sarah's mother relit the fire in the fireplace as her husband and sons kept watch through the slots. Finally John Osborne turned to his wife. "I can't understand why they haven't tried to burn the cabin down," he said ominously. "Don't even think of such a thing," his wife snapped back. "Just thank God we're still alive." "Maybe they're just trying to harass us, to drive us away." Mrs. Osborne frowned. "Give me half a chance and I'll be in that wagon heading east before you know it." John Osborne nodded agreement. Two days ago a person couldn't have pried him from his new farmstead. Now he was more than ready to load up his wife, kids, and what few belongings they had, and head back to the Cape Fear River were, at least, the local natives didn't use you for target practice. Little Sarah was fast asleep in the bearskin. When her mother picked her up she woke and babbled the first thing that entered her mind. "Can we eat cake, now?" Mrs. Osborne smiled at her daughter and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "No," she answered. "That cake is for Christmas -- tomorrow..." She turned to her husband and mumbled, "...That is, if we all live long enough to eat it!" --- Now it was Christmas day. John Osborne thought it doubtful whether any of the family would survive the hour. But all that Sarah could think of was the Christmas cake. It had snowed heavily the night before and it was frigid outside the cabin. Inside, it wasn't much warmer but, at least, there was no wind. Those Indians out there must have been freezing. "I hope they freeze to death," Mrs. Osborne said emphatically. John Osborne raised his eyebrows. "Let's be charitable, Mother," he said soothingly. "If we're going to die, we might as well do it while loving our enemies." Mrs. Osborne stamped her foot angrily on the hard-packed dirt floor of the cabin. "Love them if you wish, John. As for me, I hope they all go to the blazes!" Sarah tugged her mother's skirt. "Christmas cake," she burbled. Her mother smiled. "Of course. Christmas cake. It is Christmas day, isn't it." She moved to the table and picked up a knife. "We'll all have a piece," she said as she sunk the blade into the soft confection. The family assembled at the table, all but the oldest son who continued to keep watch. John picked up his wedge of cake and said, "I bet them savages would like a piece of this." Sarah was wide-eyed. "Why?" she asked. Because it's cold, honey? I bet they haven't eaten for..." "Here they come!" the eldest son shouted. Christmas cake was instantly forgotten as family members scrambled to their stations. Firing started again. Outside Sarah heard yelling and whoops. Daddy was right. They must be hungry. They cried like she did when she wanted something to eat. The eldest son nearly dropped his rifle when he saw what happened next. "What in the...." John Osborne shouted through the slot. "Sarah! Come back here!" Mrs. Osborne jumped up and looked around the cabin. Sarah was gone. The door was standing open. Her husband now stood in the opening, his eyes fixed on something outside the cabin. The firing had stopped. "What's happening?" she shouted. A stifled cry came from her lips. The Indians had stopped attacking. Instead, they stood in the snow around a little girl who was holding a plate bearing her mother's Christmas cake. She held it up to the astonished Indians. Obviously, none of them knew quite what to do. Finally one of the Indians -- a tall, graying warrior -- reached over and took a piece of the cake. Gingerly he tasted it. When he finally realized that the little girl wasn't trying to poison him, he took a bigger bite. The half-dozen other warriors each took a piece and ate as if they hadn'teaten for days. In no time at all, the Christmas cake was gone. The older Indian now bent down and whispered a few words to little Sarah. Then they both looked toward the house. Sarah took the brawny Indian's hand in her soft, white one, and they both slowly began walking toward the cabin. Inside, the Osborne family was on the verge of panic. "Here they come. What are we going to do now?" Mrs. Osborne asked her husband. John shrugged in confusion. Before they knew it, Sarah and the Indian were standing at the door. Sarah urged him to come inside, but he refused. John Osborne pointed his long rifle at the Indian's chest. The old Indianglanced at the muzzle warily. Then he made an unmistakable sign of greeting with his hand. "I am Dragging Canoe," he said solemnly. John's stomach did a triple somersault. So this was the infamous Dragging Canoe, the renegade Cherokee who swore he would never make peace with the whites. He had broken with his own people to form the Chickamauga Nation. Now, this terror of the frontier was standing at John's very threshold, making signs of peace. Dragging Canoe nodded toward Sarah. "Little Flower fed my braves when we were hungry. You will now live in peace." Then he turned and walked back to his braves. "They're leaving," the eldest son said in utter amazement. "They're just walking away." Mrs. Osborne closed the door, stooped down, and gathered her little daughter into her arms. "Why did you go out there?" she demanded to know. "Daddy said the men outside were hungry," she answered simply. "I took them food." So a simple act of generosity by a little girl had saved an entire family from destruction. And Dragging Canoe was as good as his word. The family was never bothered again by Indian raiders. (NOTE: The next spring, 60-year-old Dragging Canoe died of apoplexy after an all-night war dance. The eventual fate of little Sarah Osborne is unknown.)

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Is anyone searching for ALLEN in this area? If so please let me know. Thank You, Theresa

Hi, I am trying to find info on the Wayne Co., or White Co., 1860 ILL. census. So far all the census I've seen or been at either don't have the year or the County I need. If you have the census would you please help me in the above Counties. I am looking for head of family for a H.H. ROGERS / RODGERS has a wife named Mulivina. Or maybe it might even show a H.F.ROGERS / RODGERS. I know they are on the White Co.,Ark census for 1870 and after with both those spellings above. And on them it says H.H. and H.F. was from ILL. This is my Ggrandfather and I can't seem to get info on him at all other than showing on the Arkansas census. He had a son Otis S. who was born in 1867/68 and a son Finis also, but I don't know when Finis was born. This is my brickwall. Thank You, Theresa

I don't think it is. VANTREESE was also in the beginning shown as VERDRIES and/or VERTRIES. I'll have to check my notebook now to see if I do have anything noted for the name. Caught me unawares <grin> Antoinette ----- Original Message ----- From: <Glynne19@aol.com> To: <NEWGEN-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, December 10, 2000 4:19 PM Subject: [NEWGEN] Vantreese > > >Could your VENTRICE be a variation of VANTREESE?< > > Antoinette, > Would Vantreese be an Italian name?? Ggrandmother did come from Italy or > Sicily. > Thanks. > Gay > > > ==== NEWGEN Mailing List ==== > WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU THANKED CYNDI FOR HER MARVELOUS LIST >