But history can show none more heroic and none that exhibit a more fearless and undaunted spirit. At this period Jonathan Eastman and his young wife Hannah had made for themselves a home in Haverhill. Jonathan was born in Salisbury, Mass. Jonathan married April 8, , Hannah Green, bom Dec. Their first child, Thomas, was bom March 17, , and died July 20, The secdnd child was Abigail, bom Feb. I, The Indians seldom made their appearance before the opening of spring, and on this account less care was taken to guard against surprises during the winter months.
But as a means of defence, the selectmen had appointed six garrison and four " houses of refuge. They had but one outside door, often so small that a single person could enter at a time. The buildings were of two stories, with windows two and one-half feet long, and eighteen inches wide, secured inside by iron bars. The glass was extremely thick and very small, was cut in diamond shape and fastened with lead instead of putty. The fireplaces were of enormous size, and wood of sled length was often burned in them.
The ovens opened on the outside of the building, generally at one side, behind the fire- places and were very large.
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Late in March, , Jonathan removed with his wife to the fifth garrison, which was owned and commanded by Joseph Bradley. It was situated in the northerly part of the town, and has long since been torn down and no trace of it remains. In one of the upper chambers of this garrison, their little daughter, Abigail, was born Feb. Eight days later Feb. Before leaving, he stopped for a moment at the bedside of his wife. He was not a demon- strative man, but he bent down and kissed her and turned away and carefully drew the covers over the dimpled hand of his tiny daughter.
Bradley was in the lower room engaged in soap boiling. He stopped only to inform her when he expected to return and passed outside. It was a lovely day ; the air was crisp and keen, the sun shone brightly, the snow was deep upon the ground, and drifted in many places quite deep. During the winter, the settlers had grown secure and careless of danger, and the sentries were absent from their stations and even the gates were open.
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Little did Jonathan think as he rode forth that he was watched by cruel eyes,, far less did he think that he was never again to see his infant child, or that many weary months would pass before he again met his beloved wife. Why the Indians allowed Jonathan to escape will never be known.
However, they let him pass on, and waited until between three and four o'clock in the after- noon before attacking the garrison. They then cautiously approached, and finding the way clear, rushed through the open gates before they were discovered.
Jonathan Johnson, a sentinel, who was standing inside the house, shot at and wounded one of them, but the savage, infuriated by the pain, made the air ring with terrific yells as he pushed forward into the house. With great presence of mind, Mrs. Bradley filled her ladle full of boiling soap and threw it over him. He was so severely burned that he soon died. The rest of the party rushed forward and killed Johnson, and made Mrs.rikonn.biz/wp-content/2020-02-01/rete-dati-cellulare-iphone-6-tim.php
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Bradley and some others prisoners. Only three persons escaped from the garrison. Then they mounted the ladder and entered the room where Mrs. Eastman was alone with her child ; affrighted, she sat up in bed, but the movement disturbed the child and it began to cry and she took it into her arms, pressing it to her wildly beating heart. With a fiendish yell, the foremost savage snatched it from her clinging hands and brutally dashed it against the door- post, beating out its brains, when, with a satisfied grunt, he threw it into a corner and ordered Mrs.
Eastman to arise and prepare to go with him. The poor woman was so stunned and horrified by the shock of seeing her child murdered before her eyes, that she could not move. The savage then seized her by her long hair, and brandishing his tomahawk over her head, forced her to obey.
The party hastily collected their prisoners and plunder and commenced a hasty retreat toward Canada. The cap- tives were separated, some going in one direction and some in another. Night was coming on, the weather was cold, and the snow was quite deep, the wind blew keenly over the hills, yet Mrs. Her yearning eyes were fastened upon the little heap in the corner, and her arms ached to clasp again the tiny form, but it was not allowed. Her captors were in a hurry, forcing her down the ladder, and with threatening words and gestures compelled her to go forward in her weary march towards Canada.
Here they planted com and remained until it was in the second hoeing, when they were visited by another party of Indians, who probably informed them that some scouting party was in search of them, for the next day they hastily packed up and left for Canada. Pen cannot describe the tortures endured by Mrs. Eastman during this terrible journey. Weak and weary she dragged through the long days and the longer lonely nights.
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Often she tried to escape, but her captors guarded her so closely that she found no opportunity. The memory of that journey to Canada remained with her through life. It was a deep, unbroken, and seemingly inexhaustible wilderness that daily grew between her and her beloved home and friends.
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Pathless mountains, swollen and almost impassable rivers lay behind and before her. No friendly smoke curled from the chimney of a white inhabitant, but she sometimes saw the red flames leaping heavenward — flames kindled by her savage captors, and telling the fearful story of other wrongs. When within a few miles of their destination, Mrs. Eastman was too exhausted to go on ; she was therefore left alone to spend the night in the wilderness.
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A kind squaw gave her a piece of punk-wood set on fire to make a smudge to ward off mosquitoes. Their poisonous bite had caused her face to swell so badly that the Indians called her " Fat Hannah. The swelling had subsided, so as to show her extreme emaciation, and the squaw seeing her thus, piti- fully exclaimed, " Why, Hannah!
The tribe were encamped at Three Rivers in Canada, near to a French settlement, and soon after their arrival there, a French woman became interested in Hannah, seeing she was a captive, and was very kind to her, and often gave her salt to season her food. She finally proposed that Mrs. Eastman make her escape and offered to secrete her from the Indians.
Eastman gladly accepted the offer, but was obliged to keep out of sight, lest she be again captured. Winters passed with their snows and wind ; springs succeeded with their early buds ; summers followed, filled with flowers and sunshine ; autumns brought forth their abundant harvests, but the heart of the lonely woman grew sick with hope deferred.
For nearly three years she had been held captive, but she well knew that it Jonathan were living he would search for her, but she fully understood how small his chance was of finding her. A plan for escape began to take form in her mind, for she felt an intense desire to return home.
The thought grew upon her, and finally took definite shape. She shuddered as she remembered the fearful journey through trackless forests, invested by fierce wild beasts and ruthless savages. Could she hope to pass such dangers alone?
One day she stood beside her chamber window, thinking deeply on her plan of escape, when her attention was attracted to a man who was passing the house. Her breath came faster as she gazed upon the tall, deep chested, broad shouldered man, with a strong, serious face. In the whole neighborhood there was not as splendid a specimen of manhood. He was fully six feet four inches in height, and of powerful frame. There was nothing unusual in the costume ; similar costumes were generally worn by men in moderate circumstances, when about their ordinary business.
But his unusual height, broad shoulders, and erect car- riage seemed strangely familiar. She was almost certain that it was her husband that was passing. She called again, but this time he did not hear. She flew down stairs and informed the French woman, who immediately sent a little girl to call him back. The child could speak no English, but by motions and pulling his coat she persuaded him to return with her. There were many changes in Hannah's appearance, caused by exposure and hardship, and at first Jonathan did not recognize her, but it was the happiest moment of his life when he again clasped her in his arms.
It was the third time he had passed the house while search- ing for her. He at once redeemed his wife, and they started back to Massachusetts. Their journey was of long duration, for they had to walk the entire distance, but despite its necessary hardships the journey was a delightful one, and left in their minds impressions destined to bear future fruit.
We have no record of the length of their stay in Haverhill. In 17 10, we find Jonathan Eastman enrolled as a "snow- shoe man.