Hi guys! I am sending a bunch of disconnected notes that I have found from various places on the above names and maybe a few more. The mention of Arter Dale brought to mind the fact that I had these. They connect to my ancestor Patrick Porter, b. May 01, 1737 in PA. References are given for some of the info, and some of this info was given by my cousin Jerry P. who I believe is on this list and also other cousins Mary, and Willis who are not. Am not sure where the p. 564 reference below came from. Hope you find this as interesting as I did and that it is helpful. Nancy S p. 564 Oct 1806 Dale and Catherine Carter sale of land to John Montgomery ordered to be recorded. (According to Addington's History of Scott Co, VA T.W.Carter was a granddaughter of Patrick Porter, by his youngest daughter Catherine. So was Dale Carter some sort of inlaw to Patrick and is this how the Arter Dale story got its genesis?) The following story comes from Dr. Henry Martin's book "Pickin Up The Porters" and is found on pages 117-119. <<<<<<<<< The Indian Missionary >>>>>>>>>>> It seems very strange indeed that an Indian boy would want to become a missionary among the white people. But there was such a boy. His name was Dale, and he belonged to the Mingo tribe which lived on the Ohio River. Patrick Porter, who had a fort near Falling Creek on Clinch River, went with the Clinch Valley troops to fight Cornstalk at Point Pleasant in 1774. One night after the troops were told they could go home, there came to Patrick Porter's camp fire the notorious Chief Logan. Chiel Logan, tall and reddish-brown, clad in a hunting coat, moccasins and leggins, tapped Patrick Porter on the shoulder and said, "You are Patrick Porter. You live on CLinch RIver. I have been to your fort. Many times I could have killed you, but I would not. You good man. You good father to children who lived near your fort." Patrick Porter reached out a hand. The Indian chief shook it. "What can I do for you, Chief Logan?" Patrick Porter asked. "Much," said the chief. "Not for me but for a friend of mine." "What is it, Chief Logan?" Patrick Porter held to his long rifle. A coon tail hanging from his cap flapped in the wind. The air was chill. Leaves rustled as they swept along over the woodland floor. It was autumn. Out of the dark came an Indian boy. He was naked, save moccasins on his feet and a piece of deer skin about his loins. "This is Dale," the Indian chief said. Patrick Porter shook hands with the boy. "Glad to know you, Dale," he said. The boy merely grunted. The campfire crackled. A flame leaped up, lighting Dale's tired face. Away in the woods an owl hooted. Chief Logan put a hand on Patrick Porter's shoulder again. "White people kill all of Dale's family. Kill all of his kin. Now he wants to go with white men and learn to read from their books. He wants to preach the word of God." Patrick Porter was amazed. He said, "The white people kill your relatives, yet you want to go and live with them?" Dale nodded. "He want to go with good white people, like you, Capt. Porter. And I know you are good. I pick you to take him." Patrick Porter stooped and threw a fresh stick of wood onto the fire. Sparks flew. Smoke twisted up in a spiral and was snatched by the wind. "Chief Logan," Patrick Porter said, "we white people need to do some kind deed for your people because the whites have been cruel. Especially have they been cruel to your people, Chief Logan." "Uh! Very cruel," Chief Logan grunted. HE folded his arms across his big chest. "Then Patrick Porer will take Dale?" "I should like very much to take him," Patrick Porter replied. He paused and leaned heavily on his gun. Then he added, "But I am afraid to take him. The Migoes are still angry with the white people. They will follow me to my home and kill me for taking the boy." "No, no!" said Chief Logan, shaking his head. "We will fix that someway." "I'm afraid we can't," Patrick Porter said. "Now you take him away before your tribesmaen come. The war is over. Let's spill no more blood." Chief Logan and the Indian boy went away into the woods. The trees seemed to cry. Patrick Porter felt bad. He lay down by the fire, but he could not sleep. He wondered whether Chief Logan would bring Indain braves and attack his camp. Early next morning Patrick Porter, lying near the campfire, heard the leaves rustle. He leaped up, gun in hand, ready to shoot. But after one close look he let the gun barrel drop. There before him stood the boy Dale, alone. In his hand was a scrap of paper. He reached it toward Patrick Porter who took it, turned to the firelight, and read in English which he knew a white man had written. But to the note was Chief Logan's name. The note read: "Mr. Porter, I ask you again to take Dale. I have fixed it so Mingoes won't follow. I told them that Dale had been drowned in the river whitle crossing." Patrick Porter shook his head. "I cannot take you," he said. "I tell you the Mingoes will find you. They will kill me and all my people." The Indian boy reached out his hands, pleading. He did not speak. Patrick Porter's heart was touched too deeply for him to keep on saying no. "Very well,'" he finally said. "I will let you go. I shall risk it. Now lie down here by the fire and rest." Dale traveled all the way to the Clinch River with Patrick Porter and lived with him at the fort on Falling Creel near the river. He was a happy lad, and he really tried to learn. Little by little he came to understand English words. Then he begged to be taught to read and write. Patrick Porter saw to it that he had a tutor. Patrick Porter was himself a student of the Bible, and he interested the Indain boy in it's stories. After a few years, Dale was able to read for himself. "You need more name than Dale," Patrick told him one day. "and I am giving you the name Arter. From now on you are Arter Dale." "Good," said Dale, thumping his youthful chest. "I like the name Arter Dale." The boy grew to manhood, and there on Clinch River he married a white girl. Today, many are the people who pride themselves in having in their veins the blood of Arter Dale. Arter became a leader in his community. He became a convert to Christianity and later joined the Methodist Church. For many years he served the Church as a minister preaching to the white people along the river valley. SOURCE: History of Scott County, Virginia. As you can tell after reading the above story, the author of the above more than likely took liberty with embellishing the prose of the story and making it sound more exciting and poetic. But the underlying truth remains, there was a man named ARTER DALE and he did live and die as was stated in the above story. One Dale Carter was killed by the Indians. There was another Dale Carter also there at the same time. Arter Dale and Dale Carter were two different people. Dale Carter descends from Capt. Thomas CARTER of the Rev. War and his wife Katherine DALE. Apparently, Patrick Porter and John Walker, and people who moved into southwest Virginia at this period of time, first bought their land from the Loyal Land Company. They then lived on this land for several years and the State of Virginia decided to have everyone prove that they actually owned the land they were living on and then give out "new" state land grants to the ones that could prove ownership. Patrick Porter Land Grant No. 1 Patrick Henry, Esquire, Governor of the Commonwealth of Virginia, To all Whom these presents shall come, Greeting, Know ye, that by virtue of a certificate in Right of Settlement given by the Commissioners for Adjusting the titles to unpatented Lands in the District of Washington and Montgomery and in consideration of the Ancient Composition of one pound sterling paid by Patrick Porter into the Treasury of this Commonwealth, there is granted by the said Commonwealth unto the said Patrick Porter a certain Tract or Parcel of Land containing one hundred and eight five acres by survey bearing date, the twenty fifth day of March, one thousand seven hundred and eighty three, lying and being in the County of Washington on both sides of Falling Creek, a south branch of Clinch River and bounded as followeth, TO WIT, BEGINNING on the North bank of said creek, at a buckeye and two small elms and running thence, South forty three degrees, West sixty two poles crossing the creek often to a large white oak and on the top of a ridge, North sixty seven degrees, West ninety one poles to a large poplar on a rocky knob, South eighty one degrees, West thirty eight poles to a sugar tree and turn at the foot of said knob, North thirty five degree West one hundred and eight poles to a rock and dogwood sapling near the top of a ridge, North Thirty degrees, East eighty four poles to a white oak on said ridge, South seventy two degrees, East one hundred and forty poles to an ash on the top of a ridge, North sixty one degrees, East forty one poles to an ash and sugar sapling on the east side of a ridge, North ten degrees, East thirty eight poles crossing the creek to two white oaks on the bank of the same, thence, South five degrees, East one hundred and sixty seven poles to the Beginning with its Appurtenances to have and to hold, the said tract or parcel of land, with its apppurtenances to the said Patrick Porter and his Heirs forever. In Witness whereof, the Patrick Henry Esq., Governor of the Commonwealth of Virginia hath hereunto set his hand and causes the lesser seal of the said Commonwealth to be affixed at Richmond, on the twentieth day of June in the year of our Lord, one thousand seven and eighty four and the Commonwealth of Virginia. Patrick Henry From" Walker Family History" by Delores Caylor Lansford -birthplace By around 1778, the only Walker family left in Washington Co. VA area was the one of Susannah WAlker and Patrick Porter. Other Walkers in that area after 1785 have no known connection with the Wigton line. "Patrick Porter deposes 28th April, 1798, that about 1770-1771 he moved to Clinch and a certain Robert Elsom came about the same time and settled at the head of Hay's Creek. Rachel Haunspale, late a wife to Robert Elsom, deceased, deposes at Herbert's Ferry in Wythe County, 11th July, 1798, that Robert was employed in 1770 to go to Clinch. Robert together with Rachel's father, William Hayes, went to Clinch and settled at a spring. Copy of William Herbert's will dated 28th May, 1776, proved in Fincastle County Court, 3d September, 1776. Certified as of the records of Montgomery County, 24th February, 1796, to wife, Sarah, plantation called Poplar Camp, and slaves; to eldest son, William, plantation on Reed Island, where Joseph Barren, Jr., is now living; to youngest son, Thomas, plantation where Josiah Hamilton lives; to eldest daughter, Martha, to youngest daughter, Joanna. William's father and mother are alive and living with him. Certain moneys due him by a Mr. Ozborn, iron mongers in West Street, without Lawful Gale Bristol in Old England." Also, this entry: "CHRONICLES OF THE Scotch-Irish Settlement IN VIRGINIA EXTRACTED FROM THE ORIGINAL COURT RECORDS OF AUGUSTA COUNTY 1745-1800 ABSTRACTS OF WILLS OF AUGUSTA COUNTY, VIRGINIA. WILL BOOK NO. V. ADDITIONAL MEMBERS OF THE EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE. page 133 Page 193.--15th March, 1774. Recorded. David Dryden's appraisement by Alex. McClure, James Thompson, Wm. Ramsey--1 note on Patrick Porter, of North Carolina, payable November, 1772. Legacies appraised, viz: To wife, Dorothy, son Nathaniel, son William, son Thomas." This was listed under "military listings under PORTER" PORTER Patrick 175? Delaware, Rev.War {813}:765, 790, 810 On Patrick Porters children The most definitive list of his children is found in the Sermon Book in which he apparently used as the equivalent of a family bible (as provided in Martin 19983:432) on page 83 he lists Samuel b. 7 Feb 1757 Jain b. 9 Sept 1761 Shusannah b. 29 July 1763 John 6 jan 1766 Catren 19 Jun 1768 Mary b. 25 Jan 1771 Patrick Jr. 12 Feb 1776 Mary P. Margaret 12 Feb 1776 (? in extract in Martin) Ann Porter, wife of Samuel Ritchie, is sometimes listed as the 8th child of Parick and Susannah (Ann) Walker Porter. As Martin 1983 notes Ann is not listed in the Patrick Porter Sermon Book. Its possible that this is the 'Mary Polly Margaret" that is listed in the Sermon Book. Some side information on this couple. a) This wasn't a happy mariage. Samuel asked the court of Russell Co in 1792, for an annulmnet of his marriage. Court records showing how this request was disposed have not been found but Ritchie apparently took Frances Kendrick as his common law wife until his death prior to 1819, when Ann Ritchie is listed as widow of Samuel. (This seems to come from an otherwise unpublshed (?) study by Hamilton. b) Ritchie and Patrick Porter were both commissioners of the revenue for Russell Co., one for the Upper district, the other for the lower. PORTER�S FORT April 1, 1774, 214 acres of land were surveyed for Patrick Porter, on the west side of Falling Creek, now called Fall Creek, and, on the following day 256 acres for Charles Kilgore on the east side of the same creek. The Porter survey is now owned, in part at least, by Sheridan and Emory Banner, and the Kilgore survey by the Blackwell heirs and others. Patrick Porter actually settled on his survey in the year 1772, and sometime within the year 1775, Porter built on his survey a fort, which was called Porter�s Fort. The six original settlers at Porter�s Fort were: Patrick Porter; Raleigh Stallard; Capt. John Montgomery, Porter�s son-in-law; Samuel, a son of Patrick Porter, and a man called Hutchinson, whose Christian name is not given and Charles Kilgore. These men all came, it seems from Snoddy�s Fort in Castlewood to settle at Porter�s Fort. March 2, 1774, the County Court of Fincastle gave Patrick Porter permission to erect a mill on Falling Creek. In accordance with the orders of the court, Patrick built a mill at the falls of Fall Creek, on the site where Nash�s mill stood many years later. The court order is as follows: �On motion of Patrick Porter leave is given him to build a mill on falling Creek, the waters of the Clinch.� (Summers� Annals of Southwest Virginia, p. 599) This, so far as any reliable records show, was the first mill built within the present limits of Scott County, Va.. Prior to the erection of the mill, flour and meal could be obtained by mashing the grain with a kind of mortar and pestle arrangement or in a �slow John.� This mill, therefore, was patronized by the settlers of a large section of the country, a no less distinguished person than Daniel Boone himself is represented as being among its patrons. Another authentic tradition relating to the mill is that the first Masonic Lodge ever organized in this section held regular meetings in its loft. (T. W. Carter in Draper manuscripts.) Patrick Porter, Colonel Snoddy, William and John Cowan were born in Ireland. They were brothers-in-law, having married four sisters prior to their immigration to America, about the middle of the eighteenth century. They first settled in Surry County, N. C., then later came to Castlewood. Porter and Snoddy were Freemasons and desired to enjoy the rights and benefits of the order in their new home. Procuring a charter from Dublin, Ireland, they proceeded at once to organize a lodge whose stated communications were held in the loft of porter�s mill as stated above. Colonel Snoddy was the Worshipful master of the lodge until his removal to Kentucky, then Patrick Porter became the Worshipful Master. This charter, it is said was written on vellum, and was in the possession of Thomas W. Carter, a grandson of Patrick Porter, in Rye Cove, until the Civil War, when by some chance mice destroyed it. Tradition relates that during the siege of Boonesborough, in March, 1778, a runner was sent to Porter�s Fort, imploring aid. The courier arrived at the fort late in the evening, and soon as the message had been made known, twenty three young men volunteered to go to the aid of the besieged under the command of Samuel Porter, who previously had been with Boone in Kentucky. The fort was soon all astir with warlike preparations. The volunteers began to rub up their guns and make arrangements for the campaign. Some of the women were set to molding bullets while others were set to cooking rations. Early the next morning, the brave band of volunteers set out and after five days of incessant marching reached Boonesborough without accident. These militiamen, it seems, arrived a week to late to take part in raising the siege of Boonesborough. Although Blackfish and his band of dusky warriors had been driven from the beleaguered fort when they reached it, yet opportunity was offered them to participate in a number of minor raids against the Shawnee upon their own soil. It is said that among Porter�s company was a young man named Stuffly Cooper, who had a long steel-barreled gun, called yager (pronounced yawger). The yagers are represented as having much longer range than ordinary rifles of that time. While on this Kentucky campaign, Cooper was furnished the opportunity to test the carrying power of his gun. In an effort to spy into Boonesborough, and watch the movements of the whites, a large Indian climbed into a tree about six hundred yards distant, but in plain view. Cooper declared he could kill that Indian with his rifle. To enable him to have the most accurate shot possible, a chair was brought on which Cooper rested his gun, at the same time steadying his back against a stump. The Indian, observing these operations, came down out of the tree, and believing himself to be at a perfectly safe distance, straightened himself up in a defiant manner, and then contemptuously made a number of insulting gestures. Cooper took deliberate aim, and at the crack of his gun the Indian jumped into the air, gave a yell, and then fell lifeless. Tradition further alleges substantially the following account to Samuel Porter. After a short campaign against the Indians in defense of Boonesborough and other Kentucky settlements, all of Porter�s men returned to Virginia, except Samuel Porter himself, John Arter, and Stuffly Cooper. These men remained for further campaigning against the Indians. They were in the fight a Blue Licks where many of the whites were killed. John Arter was among the slain along with Boones son Israel, but Porter and Cooper were unhurt and remained with Boone until the next summer when they joined the command of Colonel Bowman. Bowman, with a small force, crossed the Ohio River, near the boundary line between Ohio and Indiana. He had not penetrated the country very far when he came upon an Indian village, which he attacked at once. In this attack, Samuel Porter stationed himself behind a hut, and, in loading his gun, incautiously, exposed his knee, when the excellent aim of the Indians lodged two bullets in it, completely disabling him. At this time, a Negro woman who had been captured by the Indians, made her way to Bowman and advised him to fall back for Blackfish was coming with eight hundred warriors. Bowman, at first, was incredulous, but heeded the warning enough to act on it. He began to retreat. Cooper carried his friend Porter and both their guns about half a mile, when fortunately, an Indian pony, bridled and saddled, came up with the retreating army. Just as Porter was placed upon the pony the forces of Blackfish came into sight. Porter�s only hope of safety was was in sticking to the pony. The Indians, however, advanced with such terrible yells that the pony, becoming unmanageable, broke and ran through their line. The pony carried Porter within ten feet of Blackfish. Three fleet warriors immediately started for Porter. Having urged his pony to its highest speed he was unable, it seemed to, to gain on his pursuers, when coming to a little ravine, he turned up it. At this his pursuers, who knew the country, set up a fierce yell of delight. Porter, looking ahead, saw at once the cause of their exultation. Just in front a large log lay across the the ravine, and there was no way to go around it. The moment was critical. The pony on reaching the log made an effort to leap over it, but fell back. Porter clung to the pony, and the Indians came rushing on with increasing yells. In the supreme moment the pony,frightened by the horrid yelling, made another effort and cleared the log, and Porter felt safe. In a moment, he was on top of the ridge and the Indians gave up the chase. Turning his horse, he fired at them and then rode rapidly along the ridge for some distance. The sun was about an hour high. He could plainly hear the roar of Bowman�s guns. Just before dark, he came to a beautiful, open, grassy space of some two or three acres. Here he dismounted as best he could to fix the handkerchief on his wounded knee, and let his pony graze. Holding on to the bridle, he crawled about to allow the pony to graze on fresh grass. When darkness came, he crawled to the root of a tree, put the pony�s bridle over his arm, and soon fell asleep. Late in the night he awake to find that his pony was gone. He was then certainly in a forlorn condition. Listening intently he heard the pony still grazing on the grass. He waited with intense anxiety until day began to dawn, when his pony came up and smelled his hand. Catching it, he crawled upon it and started in the direction of where he supposed Bowman and his men to be. He had proceeded but a short distance when he was halted by three sentinals. one of whom was Cooper, his friend, who stepped out and exclaimed, �My God, Porter, are you yet alive?� They told him that he had arrived just in time as they would cross the Ohio in only a few minutes. On crossing the Ohio, Porter was sent down the river to the French trading post where the city of Louisville now stands. Here he remained until his wounds were healed. Late in December, he returned to Boonesborough where he remained until the following June when he left for his home at Porter�s Fort. He was twenty-seven days on the road but finally reached his home in safety. (Judge Wood�s Letter, Draper manuscripts, 4 C 26.) The following incident concerning Samuel Porter�s return has been preserved by tradition. As he passed from the Hunter�s Ford up Fall Creek to the fort, on his return from Kentucky, he discovered a light in his father�s mill house. Approaching the mill with great caution, he was hailed with a �Who comes there?� to which greeting he made Masonic answer. In a few minutes he was directed into the room where a Masonic lodge was in session, with his father as Worshipful Master. (T. W. Carter�s Letter, Draper manuscripts, 6 C 47.) Patrick and Samuel Porter are represented by tradition as being rather intimately acquainted with the Indian Chief Logan. The following story is related concerning this acquaintance. Patrick Porter, while serving under General Lewis, in some capacity or other, on the Ohio River, was approached one day by Chief Logan, who, with a smile, extended his hand to Porter, at the shame time saying, �I know you. You are Patrick Porter. I want to be your friend. You don�t know me. I am Capt. John Logan. Many times I could have killed you, but I loved you and would not.� He then made inquiry about his son, Samuel, but at that moment seeing Samuel coming toward them, he pointed out and said, �Yonder he comes.� When Samuel came up, he said to him, �I am Logan; and was your friend. Many times I could have killed you, but would not. You were too good a man. You guarded the women and children, and made me love you and your father.� On being assured of their perpetual love and friendship, he then related several occurrences that had taken place in the vicinity of Porter�s Fort. One of the instances recalled was concerning a large, fine horse that was hitched to the fort gate. By some chance, the horse was left there a great while, night coming on in the meantime. Logan, who was skulking near the fort, had watched the horse with covetous eyes. Taking advantage of the darkness, he tried to steal him. Covering himself with a shock of fodder, he began gradually to approach the horse. But just at the moment when he was nearly ready to lay hold do the horse, a child inside the fort fell out of bed, and made such a noise that Logan, fearing discovery, dropped the fodder, and left. �Did you ever notice that shock of fodder?� asked Logan. �Yes, � replied Samuel Porter. �The breaking of that child's arm saved your life, Logan: I was on guard at the fort gate that night, and observing the fodder moving toward me, cocked my gun and was in the very act of firing when you dropped the fodder and ran away. I was within twenty feet of you, with as good a gun as was ever fired.� Logan replied that the Great Spirit did not let one friend kill another. Just before Patrick Porter took his departure from the Ohio to his home on the Clinch, Logan brought an Indian boy, about fifteen years old, to him with the request that he take the boy home and educate him. He said that the boy was an orphan, having neither father nor mother, and that he wanted to live with the white people, learn their books and wear clothes as they did. Porter refused to take the boy, fearing that the Indians might take offense at his action. But the third day after they had started, the Indian boy came at night to Porter�s tent with a letter from Logan which stated that the Indians thought that the boy had drowned in the river while they were crossing, and there would never be any trouble about it. The name of the Indian boy was Dale to which was added Arter; hence he was known as Arter Dale. Growing to manhood among the white people, he married a white woman and raised a large and respectable family. At an early age, he professed religion, attached himself to the Methodist Church, and became an able minister in that church. (T. W. Carter�s Letter, Draper Manuscripts.) When the Southwest Virginia militiamen rendezvoused near Black�s Fort and were organized under Campbell to drive back Ferguson, Patrick Porter raised forty-two men in the Clinch Valley, and marched at once to the place of rendezvous. Upon his arrival, however, a council of war was held in which it was decided that Porter�s men should return to the Clinch Valley in order to guard the frontier against possible invasion by the Northern Indians. It was strongly suspected at this time that Ferguson intended to form a junction with the Northern Indians, and thus, as between upper and nether millstones, crush the frontier settlements. Porter, on returning to the Clinch, sent spies to keep vigilant watch for Indians on the Cumberland Mountains. Some of these spies ranged as far as the Ohio. As soon, however, as news of Ferguson�s defeat reached the Clinch, Porter disbanded his company, and they returned to their homes. (T. W. Carter�s Letter, Draper Manuscripts.) The preceding article from; History of Scott County Virginia, by Robert M. Addington c. 1932, Privately printed, pp 103-109