This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Author: dwagneriowa Surnames: Classification: queries Message Board URL: http://boards.rootsweb.com/localities.northam.usa.states.westvirginia.counties.preston/760.4.1/mb.ashx Message Board Post: Among my father's papers I found a manuscript which was a handwritten account of the Hanna and Corbly familes, with the following passage [misspellings are as they were written]: My History on My Mothers' Side - She was a grand daughter of the Rev John Corbly. A copy of a letter from Mr John Corbly a Baptist Minister to his friend in Philadelphia - dated Muddy Creek Sep 1 1792 (Whitley was called Muddy Creek at the time). "The following are the particulars of the destruction of my unfortunate family by the savages on the 10th day of May last 1791. Being my appointment to preach at one of the meeting-houses about a mile from my dwelling house, I set out with my loving wife and five children for public worship, not suspecting any danger. I walked behind a few rods with my bible in my hand meditating. As I was thus imployed on a sudden I was greatly alarmed by the frightful shriks of my dear family before me. I immediately ran to their relief with all possible speed vainly hunting a club as I ran. When within a few yards of them my poor wife observing me cried out to me to make my escape. At this instant an indian ran up to shoot me. I had to strip and by so doing out ran him. My wife had an infant in her arms which the indians killed and scalped after which they struck my wife several times but not bringing her to the ground. The indians who attempted to shoot me approached her and shot h! er through the body after which they scalped her. My little son about six years old they dispatched by sinking there hatchet into his brain. My little daughter four years old they in like manner tomahawked and scalped. My elder daughter attempted an escape by concealing her self in a hollow tree about six rods from the fatal scene of action. Observing the Indians retiring, as she supposed, she deliberately crept out from the place of her concealment when one of the indians who yet remained on the ground espying her ran up to her and with his tomahawk knocked her down and scalped her. But blessed be God she yet survives as dose here little sister whom the savages in like manner tomahawked and scalped. They are mangled to a shocking degree but the doctors think there are some hope of their recovery. When I supposed the indians gone I returned to see what had become of my unfortunate family whom also I found in the situation above described. No one my dear friend can fo! rm a true conception of my feelings at this moment. A view of a crime so shocking to humanity quite over come me. I fainted and was unconsciously boarn off by a friend who at that moment arrived to my relief. Thus my dear Sir I have given you a faithful though short narrative of the fatal castraphe amidst which my life is spared but for what purpose The Great Jehovah best knows. Oh may I spend it to the praise and glory of his grace who worketh all things after the counsel of his own will. The government of the world and its church are in his hands. I conclude with wishing you every blessing and subscribe myself your affectionate though afflicted friend and unworthy brother in the gospel ministry. John Corbly. " Important Note: The author of this message may not be subscribed to this list. If you would like to reply to them, please click on the Message Board URL link above and respond on the board.