Categories: Settler’s Stories

In beginning the history of the settlement of Boston Township, Range 11, Town 4, we turn to the “History of Summit County” by William Henry Perrin. Published in 1892, here is his description of the Township.
“When the first settlers came to the township, the prospect was anything but encouraging. The Cuyahoga River, then a marshy stream that overflowed its banks all together too often for the happiness or prosperity of the settler, passed northward across the township a short distance west of the center. Along the adjacent valley were frequent bogs and marshes of decaying vegetable matter, that, under the heat of the summer sun, threw off noxious vapors to poison and contaminate the air. A large portion of the township was cut by narrow, deep gorges and ravines, that were overhung by precipitous ridges and hills, covered with a heavy forest, and having a heavy, sterile soil that gave no word of encouragement or promise to the backwoodsman. The woods were filled with wild animals, and, what was equally a cause for apprehension of danger, bands of Indians were near that might begin the work of slaughter at any moment. Markets and mills were miles distant, and the journey by team through the woods was rendered so slow and harassing by reason of mud and fallen timber, that the distance was practically doubled.”

The first settlers in Range 11, town 4, Boston Township, were Alfred Wolcott, and James Stanford.
When the township, the entire Western Reserve, was surveyed in 1796-97, the survey stopped at the Cuyahoga River. Land west of the this western boarder of the United States, was not ceded by the Natives, nor surveyed, till… 1805.

You may recognize the name Simon Perkins. He purchased massive amounts of land besides the acreage that would later become downtown Akron. In fact in the year 1815, he owned so much land that he paid nearly 1/7 of all the real estate taxes in the State of Ohio. Perkins with Judge Kirkland, had land interests in Boston Twp. Both living in Warren they hired a local surveyor to divide the townships into lots. This was in 1805. In 1806 the surveyors returned leaving their wives (and children?) in the well established community of Hudson while they constructed a crude shanty approx. 8’x 8’ and barley tall enough to stand in, in what would become the present day Boston Cemetery. Working out of the shanty and living from the fruits of their guns and the small amount of provisions they got weekly from Hudson they began to clear farms and build cabins on their own lots.

Picture a sunrise in the Cuyahoga River Valley, mist rising off the marsh. A peaceful and serene picture? It’s not always been so.
Alfred Wolcott built what is described as a round cabin (probably octagonal) on his lot in the Cuyahoga River valley just north of what would become the town of Boston. It is thought that Sa…muel Ewart was in the employment of Wolcott and together they finished the home in a matter of a few months. Wolcott had married the prior fall or winter, and left his bride Hannah of Youngstown in the care of Hudsonites while he prepared the nuptial cabin. When he brought her to the valley, it did not meet her approval. It seems that having been built low in the valley, they were close by a swampy area. At that time the mist rising off the water was thought to be poisonous, probably the smell of the rotting vegetation didn’t help any. (Today we know that it was the mosquitoes that carried disease) Alfred, not wanting to displease Hannah, traded lots with James Stanford who had built on the northeastern part of the township. Stanford had also been a member of the survey party of 1805, and settled in Range 11, Town 4 (Boston Township), just weeks after Wolcott. Stanford got a double good deal, because when he cleaned the swampy area, it was found to be a spring and a good source of clean drinking water. And yes, this is the Stanford homestead that is now a hostel.
Alfred and Hannah would have a son in 1812. Alfred Jr. would (much later) be elected to the State Legislature.

Of Native Americans in Boston Township, I’ve been able to find this information.
Prior to the settlement of the township, this was a favorite spot for many Tribes. There are several burial mounds, and evidence of encampments and forts are scattered throughout the valley. Proof that this area was well established hundred…s and possibly thousands of years before it was “discovered”.
About the time the very first white men were exploring the valley, Chief Pontiac lived in a village near Boston (close to the base of the hills of Boston Mills Ski Resort). Here Chief Pontiac began his rebellion against the British at Fort Detroit in the 1760’s. The village was still there when the white men began to settle the area, and it was in this village that a totem pole had been placed. Before great hunts and times of war, the Natives would gather round this totem and offer gifts of tobacco to their Gods. Then after they left, those settlers brave enough would confiscate the gifts. A Tribe of Seneca had a village based at the very northern edge of the township. They were under Chief Sigwanish who was very friendly to the settlers (more about Chief Sigwanish in a later posts). When you drive up Riverview Rd, north of Boston, watch for wild apple trees. They are descendants of the apple orchard planted by the Seneca of this village.
At the time the settlers came, there was also a large village just southeast of the village of Peninsula. Picture the area incorporated by Brandywine Golf coarse. Some 30-40 acres of land had been cleared by the Natives and planted in corn. In fact in 1804 settlers from Hudson came to this field and purchased corn from the Natives. On your next drive by, notice the extremely high ground on the north side of the golf coarse. This knoll (almost 300 ft above the river) provides a excellent view of both the upper and lower valley. In fact on a clear day you can see the downtown buildings in Cleveland, so it would stand to reason that one would also be able to see smoke signals from the mouth of the Cuyahoga, and in turn be able to send signals as far south as Copley Township (where there is another knoll) Small wonder the local Natives knew the outcome of the rebellion in the west days before the settlers.

We return to the dark side of our local history. Although this story does not begin in Summit County, it ended here and nearly caused war with the local Natives. You may recognize many of the names involved. Right or wrong, no matter which side you take, it is our history.
In the winter of 1806-07, the settlement of Dee…rfield in Portage County was a mixed community of Natives and White Men. That winter a horse trade was made between a settler named Daniel Divers, and a Native named John Nickshaw. Both parties were initially pleased with the trade, Diver trading a mare and colt for a pony. The problem was that the mare had been raised on hay and refused to scavenge food for herself in the woods. The natives never provided hay for their horses, letting them “eat sticks” (forage on their own). After several months Nickshaw wanted to trade back, but Diver refused so Nickshaw thought he had been cheated. Nickshaw, being an older man, requested John Mohawk to avenge him.
On Jan. 20, 1807 Daniel and his brother John were entertaining friends at Daniel’s cabin when Nickshaw, Mohawk, and John Bigson and his two sons, all under the influence of whisky, came and demanded recompense. They were dismissed and sent on their way. They waited till about 10 that evening and when John Diver left for home. Mohawk shot him thinking it was Daniel and the party fled into the night. The bullet entered John’s temple and severed his optic nerves blinding him for life. Word of the attack spread quickly and the next morning 25 men started out in pursuit of the party. It was very cold, there was snow on the ground and as some of the posse began to drop out, others from the communities they passed through joined in. The chase went north and west, and in Hudson George Darrow and Jonathan Williams joined the party (yes, that Jonathan Williams, see posts 4/20-4/23). That evening the 5 men were found in the Indian village at the base of what is now Boston Mills Ski resort. Bigson and his sons were captured, but Nickshaw and Mohawk got away pursued by Darrow and Williams, who quickly overtook them. They were ordered to stop and surrender but refused. Williams shot Nickshaw in the back, but Mohawk got away. A squaw that had run with them was left in the snow to fend on her own and later died.
Bigson and his sons were taken back to Deerfield and later acquitted. The Natives demanded that Williams be brought to trial, and the Whites demanded that Mohawk be turned over and tried. Tempers raged and it was only through considerable dialog between David Hudson, Heman Oviatt, and Chief Sigwanish, that a bloody war was averted. Over time tempers died down, and neither Mohawk, or Williams was ever brought to trial.

From the notes of C.C. Bronson we find that Edwin Wetmore was the 2nd child of William Wetmore, first official settler in Stow. The year that they came to Stow, Edwin would have been 8 years old. Edwin upon reading the Doctor Wilcox’s account of their lives (see Friday’s post) was compelled to write his own remembrance…s. At this writing he would have been 76 years young.

SUMMIT, STOW, APRIL 2nd, 1872
I read with deep interest the article from your Hinckley correspondent, Doctor Wilcox, no doubt. To think he would give so minutely, and yet so truthfully, facts connected with my fathers early settlement in this township! As I read of the doings of my dear mother, in relation to the disposition made of that quite expensive flour; I thought of what she used to say and do with and by her importuning children. Mother used with aching heart and falling tears give sparingly of those carefully kept loaves of bread, lest there might be greater suffering by giving than witholding. But we, through the kindness of the Indians, lived to see better days. In the fall of 1805, my father was sick, apparently near unto death, and the kindness and attention we received from the Indian Chief, Wagmong, will go with me to the end of life. He was the chief of a tribe settled upon the south bank of the beautiful Stow Lake (Silver Lake). There are many things that might be said of and by the few remaining of the early settlement of this country that must be said soon, or never, for time is winging us away to our eternal homes.
Copied from Cleveland Herald
Edwin Wetmore

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Again from the journals of C.C. Bronson come the following accounts.

At the time of the affair which I am going to narrate, there were only four families in Stow township, but Indians were numerous. There were two large villages of them at the Big Falls of the Cuyahoga one on the west side occupied by the Delaware, and …one on the East side occupied by the six nations probably of the Seneca tribe the Cuyahoga being the national boundary between them. Wagmong with his band lived on the south side of Stow Lake. Peace and quietude prevailed between the whites and Indians, and among the Indians themselves, and they maintained friendly intercourse with one another, but private squabbles and fights would now and then happen, as my story will go to show. Judge William Wetmore lived in a log house on the east shore of the lake, and but a few rods from it. Capt. Thomas Rice lived a little south west of the lake, and Wagmong lived between on a sandy ridge thrown up by the action of the wind and waves on the south side of the lake. It was a lovely spot. The Cuyahoga was only a short distance to the south and lake on the north. Both abounded with fish. It was a favorite resort for wild fowl, and in summer, the deer, then numerous, would wade in the water in the night to escape from the torment of insects, and it was a fine place to hunt deer by a process called by the whites “candling,” and of spearing fish by torch light. All these advantages and the natural beauty of the scenery made it favorite resort for both whites and Indians.

It happened one day that Bill Lappin, whom I mentioned in a former communication as acting the part of a mill boy for the Judge, as visiting at the Judges, Capt Rice and I believe others were also there. The Indians had got some “snickee” (whiskey) and were going to have a grand drunk, and as is their custom, gave up their guns, knives, and tomahawks to the squaws previous to beginning their pow wow in the madness induced by the “fire water” they should hurt one another or do things they would be sorry for in their sober moments. These arms the squaws secreted. This was their usual custom. Lappin liked ‘snickeeu as well as the Indians and joined them in their drunken frolic, and was a hail fellow well met. After the fire water began to work, from some cause, what I cannot say, a quarrel arose between Lappin and Wagmong. From words they proceeded to blows. They clinched and fell to the ground, they rolled and tumbled and pummeled one another as best they could. Of Lappin it might justly be said, “a stalwart man was he, of large and brawny hands”, and so was Wagmong. By some mischance Lappin badly hurt his hand and his blows fell more feebly, and Wagmong was gaining to all appearance the victory when Lappin espied a large nose jewel suspended from the septum nasi (cartilaginous partition between the nostrils) of Wagmongs nose. Seizing it, he wrenched it from its firm fastening and threw it away. They parted, how I do not know, whether Wagmong cried, hold, enough, or friends intervened. Lappin went up to the Judges and sat down on the back side of the room leaning against the logs directly in front of the door. Judge Wetmore sat near the door and others were seated around. Here I will leave them for a short time and go back to Wagmong. He was badly hurt, not only in his nasal jib, but in his feelings. To have his beautiful jewel, his much loved jewel, torn from his nose and like a worthless thing thrown away was an indignity to great to be put up with. He brooded on revenge. He searched for his gun, and having found it, he hurried up to the Judges to find Lappin. Standing square in the door way he took aim at Lappin. Judge Wetmore threw up his hand just in time to derange his aim, and the ball entered a log just above Lappins head. All the whites sprang to their feet. Wagmong turned and run towards the lake and Lappin in hot pursuit after him, followed by the rest of the company. The Indian jumped into the lake and swam out into the deep water. Lappin paced the shore, and as he saw his enemy so near and yet beyond his reach, he foamed like a caged tiger. If the British army “swore terribly in Frandersv, so did Lappin on this occasion. The Judge and other whites restrained Lappin and acted the part of peace makers. The cold water of the lake had a sobering effect on Wagmong and he agreed to bury the hatchet if Lappin would. Influenced by the rest he agreed to do so. Wagmong came ashore and shook hands, all took a drink to ratify the treaty and then went to their respective homes.

A few days after the fight, Lappin was walking along the Indian trail that ran along the east side of the lake, with his hand suspended in a sling, for it had not yet recovered from its hurt, when he saw Wagmong, all alone, approaching him from the opposite direction. He jerked his hand from the sling and boldly walked forward as if nothing ailed him, for he did not know but the Indian still harbored thoughts of revenge, and that was a favorable opportunity to obtain it, but Wagmong held out his hand for a shake, saying as he did so, “Howld do, howld do. You stout man. You whip Indian“. That was the last of it. Had Lappin been killed or badly wounded by Wagmong, no body knows what the result would have been. When Diver was shot by John Mohawk in Deerfield, the whole country was aroused, and Nickshaw was shot in Richfield only five miles from my residence, in retaliation. It seems providential that Judge Wetmore was so near the Indian when he fired, and prevented some unknown but dreadful catastrophe to the infant settlement in Stow.
How changed the scene! The beautiful lake is still there, but where are the red men of the woods? Another race has filled the land. The forests have receded. Populous towns have sprung up and the hum of busy industry is heard where all was solitude, and all this within the recollection of my much esteemed friend Edwin Wetmore, who was there to see! May his days be grand and his last days be his best, for he has seen many of grief and sorrow.

Hinckley, April 1872, Dr. Wilcox, Copied from Cleveland Herald by C. C. Bronson

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Now another story from Henry Wetmore via “The Bronson Book”, recorded here just as it was written. The cabin mentioned here would have been approximately where “Marc’s” is, remembering that in this forested wilderness, the only sign of civilization was this small cluster of log cabins, the only link with other settlers… being a blazed trail in the woods and swamps where Rt. 91 would be.

“About eighty rods from our house where we first settled, John Campbell who was one of the four heads of families mentioned, built a log house and put his wife and one child, a babe, in it. Having no boards in those days for floors, split logs were used, with the split side up. These would shrink and make open places, which, added to frequent knots and other irregularities, made rough and open floors. One day Mrs. Campbell put her child, then two or three years old, in the middle of the floor and gave it a tin of bread and milk, shutting the door, went up to see my mother. On her return she thought she would just look in through a little window to see what the child was doing, as she heard the child uttering some childish words, and, behold, there lay a large yellow rattle snake, coiled almost into the child’s lap, and was licking the milk off from the child’s apron, which had dropped upon it: and the child, just at the moment the mother looked in, was patting the snake over the head with the spoon to make him stop doing so. Mrs. Campbell opened the door with a scream, and the snake went down through a crack in the floor. She took the child to our house, and my Father and M. Campbell, who soon came, turned over the logs of the floor and killed the snake. It evidently smelt the milk, and with an instinctive impression of the child’s innocence and inability to hurt him, attempted to partake of some of the child’s food.”

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Stow’s Rattlesnakes

Author: Jeri

Here is another memory of Henry Wetmore (VI) just as C.C. Bronson recorded it.

My father came here with a single span of horses and one of them was bitten and died, which proved a great loss to us at that particular time. A man Samuel Baker, came here about 1808 or 09, and built a Log House just North of the Cemetery, …at that time a plan was formed to watch every spring at the different places where the snakes came up out of the Gulf until they should be exterminated. And Baker said he would be one of the number if Sunday was given to him, as he could not spend a working day, which was agreed to. One Sabbath morning, about 10 a.m. he discovered a large number of snakes just opposite the Cemetery coming out of a small crevice in the rocks about 10 feet below where he stood, at the base of which was a narrow strip of land above the abyss below, upon which the snakes were sunning. When Baker supposed they were all out he pulled off his coat and dropped it down the mouth of the crevice, and then with a pole prepared for the purpose he croked the crevice with his coat.
Then with the pole he descended and killed 65 rattle snakes. My Father, Brother, good old Deacon Butler, myself and others saw them counted, why I have mentioned Deacon Butlers name is this: he, with the few inhabitants here, was holding a Deacons Meeting at Stow Corners in a Log House, and just as Mr. Butler was in the midst of a prayer Bakers son came bounding into the room exclaiming at the top of his voice, “O, Dads got a pile of snakes; Dads got a pile of snakes!” The Deacon said “Amen”, and all ran out to view the slain enemy, which was a sight for is indeed and which I will remember. My Father hired Baker to blast open the den the next day, and found only one more in there, the largest one of all, supposed to be the pioneer, and the mother and grandmother of good share of those killed. The Den was like an old out door brick oven, only larger, and full of leaves carried in by animals before the snakes took possession. This watching was continued every spring until they were exterminated in this vicinity.

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