The_FD

Bon notre cher Patrick veut une trad de ça en français bien sûr

"bon il va falloir que je relise la tempête déjà, je me l'étais déà dit en lisant le dernier livre de Simmons

Sinon pour Richard, d'une autre source"

Generation No. 3

4. Richard Hunnewell, Captain, born Bet. Apr and Aug 1645; died 6 Oct 1703 in near Black Point, Scarborough ME. He was the son of 8. Roger Hunnewell and 9. Bridget Gray. He married 5. Elizabeth Stover 31 Mar 1674.

5. Elizabeth Stover, born Abt. 1653 in ME; died Aft. 1738 in Scarborough ME. She was the daughter of 10. Sylvester Stover and 11. Elizabeth Norton.



Notes for Richard Hunnewell, Captain:

Lieut. Richard Hunnewell "the Indian Killer"

see The history of Scarborough, by Southgate, William S. (p.144 - 148)



" During the eleven years of Queen Anne's War, our townsmen, or at least two of them, frequently encountered parties of Indians, and usually came off unharmed. The two referred to were Charles Pine and Richard Hunniwell who earned the epithet of "Indian Killer". Both of these were distinguished in their day as bitter enemies of the Indians and often found occasion to show their hostility with terrible effect.....

..... Hunniwell, the "Indian Killer", was a more ferocious and irreconcilable foe to the savages. Pine's most cruel acts against them were always of a sportsman-like character - he was fond of the adventure; but Hunniwell's hatred of them was such that he would kill them whenever and wherever he met them, regardless of all public treaties of peace. This is, without doubt, to be attributed to his unsatisfied desire of revenge for the death of a dear wife and child, whom the Indians are said to have murdered. Tradition furnishes the following instance of vengeance which he is said to have taken on his foes during a time of peace. A number of Blue Point planters were warming themselves by the fire in a clam house, *

(* Probably a house used for a place to cut out fish bait for their own use)

on what is now called "Seavey's Landing", when two Indians came in, and setting their guns in the corner, took places by the fire with the planters. Hunniwell entered soon after, in his usual manner ; but finding these Indians present, he became remarkably uneasy, and began to pace the floor in a restless manner. The blood of his murdered wife and babe was before his eye. Presently he went to the corner, where the guns stood, and taking one up, put it to his shoulder and moved it from side to side as if taking aim at birds on the wing; he then took it from his shoulder, examined the pan, and, finding the gun unloaded, put it down and took up the other, with which he sighted as before, until getting the heads of the Indians in range, he fired and killed them both. On another ocassion he killed five Indians at once on the shore of Great Pond, with his famous "Buccaneer gun." He also cut off the head of an Indian with a scythe while mowing on the marsh opposite Jane's Point. the circumstances of this singular adventure are briefly these. While mowing he noticed the Indians on the opposite side of the River, but supposed they were too far off to trouble him. But one of them perceiving that the mower was no less a person than the dreaded Hunniwell, and that his gun was set against a stack of hay some distance from him, undertook to entrap him by silently crossing the River, and creeping up to the gun under cover of the bank. The Indian succeeded in crossing the River, and in getting possession of the gun, before Hunniwell saw him. He continued mowing, however, apparently unconscious of his approach, until the Indian had come with in a few yards of him, raised the gun and called out to him -- "now me kill you Hunniwell." The words were hardly out of the Indian's mouth when Hunniwell sprang towards him, shouting at the top of his voice: "You infernal dog, if you fire at me I will cut you in two with this scythe." The Indian fired as Hunniwell approached ; but it is well known that the savages used a very small quantity of powder in charging their guns compared with what the whites, and especially with what Hunniwell used in his "Buccaneer," and the young savage, either not aware of this or in his haste forgetting it, not only fired over Hunniwell's head, but was himself the only person that fell. Before he could recover his feet Hunniwell had severed his head from his body with the scythe, and fixing it on a pole, he held it up in the sight of the Indians on the opposite shore, and loudly called to them to come over and share the same fate.

The savages entertained a superstitious dread of this townsman, which did not restrain them, however, from seeking revenge for the Indian blood he had so abundantly shed. The only satisfaction, which they were able to obtain for many years, consisted in torturing a poor horse of his which once fell into their hands. They stuck his skin full of pitch-pine splinters, and then set them on fire. The day of a more complete revenge came at last. One morning in the Autumn of 1713, or thereabouts, * (* The narrators of this event to Rev. Mr. Storer, amongst whom was a grandson of Hunniwell, were positive that it occurred during a time of peace; it therefore was not in 1703 as asserted by Williamson.")

a party of twenty men left the garrison on the Neck to collect and drive in the cattle, which had been at large during the summer. The peace of Utrecht had just been promulgated here, and it was moreover supposed that there were no Indians in the vicinity. For these reasons the little party marched on with utter carelessness. Hunniwell, who headed the party had taken with him nothing but a pistol, and others had no arms whatever. A force of two hundred Indians had concealed themselves in an alder thicket at the west end of the Great Pond, and as the little company of townsmen passed by on their way to the woods, the savages took deliberate aim, and fired upon them under the most favorable circumstances. A single survivor escaped to the garrison with the tidings, and the men who soon afterwards ventured out to the spot found the nineteen corpses, which they hastily interred in one grave in a little field near the Neck. Hunniwell's body was easily distinguishable from the rest by it's horrible mutilation. Soon after they left the garrison one of the party asked Hunniwell why he had not taken his gun with him, his reply was, that if a gun was needed he might take it from the first person killed. "







More About Richard Hunnewell, Captain:

Cause of Death: Killed in fight with Indians

Medical Information: Shot in thigh 1690 at Saco River. Incapable of servile work due to wound of the arms.

Military service: in militia; Corporal 1677; Ensign 1680; Lieutenant 2 Jul 1687; Captain by 24 June 1693

Occupation: Pilot and Indian killer

Residences: abt 1658 moved to Scarborough from Winter Harbor ME;




"En tout cas un énorme merci pour ton travail"

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Premier passage

Génération No. 3

4. Richard Hunnewell, Capitaine, né entre avril et août 1645, décédé le 6 octobre 1703 près de black point (Scarborough dans le Massachusetts). Il était le file de Roger Hunnewell et Bridget Gray. Il épousa Elizabeth Stover le 31 mai 1694.

Elizabeth Stover, née vers1653 dans le Massachusetts, décédée après 1738 à Scarborough (ME). Elle était la fille de Sylvester Stover et Elizabeth Norton.



Notes à propos de Richard Hunnewell, Capitaine:
Lieut. Richard Hunnewell "the Indian Killer"
voir l’histoire de Scarborough, par Southgate, William S. (p.144 - 148)


Pendant les sept ans de guerre de la reine Anne, nos habitants, au moins deux d’entre eux, rencontrèrent fréquemment les parties indiennes, et y allaient habituellement sans armes. Les deux intéressés étaient Charles Pine et Richard Hunniwell qui possédait le surnom de « Indian killer ». Ces deux là furent désignés en temps voulu comme des ennemis amers des Indiens, et trouvèrent souvent l’occasion de montrer leur hostilité, avec de terribles effets…

… Hunniwell, le « Indian killer », était le plus féroce et irréconciliable ennemi des sauvages. Les actes les plus cruels de Pine contre eux étaient toujours à caractères sportifs –il était fan de l’aventure ; mais la haine de Hunniwell pour eux était telle qu’il les tuait n’importe quand, quand il les rencontrait, sans se soucier des traités de paix. C’est sans doute à attribuer à son désire de revanche insatisfait suite à la mort de sa chère femme et de son enfant, que les Indiens ont soit disant assassinés. L’exemple a été pris sur cette vengeance qui dit-on a été commise par ces ennemis en période de paix. Plusieurs fermiers de Blue Point se réchauffaient auprès du feu dans une maison ??? (probablement la maison où l’on coupait le poisson) à ce qui s’appelle maintenant « Seavey’s landing », lorsque deux indiens sont entrés, et tout en posant leur armes à feu dans un coin vinrent autour du feu avec les fermiers. Hunniwell entra à son tour peu après, comme d’habitude ; mais trouvant ces deux indiens, il devint particulièrement mal à l’aise, se mis à arpenter le plancher de façon particulièrement agité. Le sang de ses femme et enfant assassinés était dans ses yeux. Il alla vers le coin où les armes reposaient, en pris une, mit en joue et la fit balancer d’un coté et de l’autre comme s’il visait des oiseaux en vol ; il la retira ensuite de son épaule, examina le magasin et, trouvant le fusil non chargé le reposa et pris l’autre, avec lequel il visa de même, jusqu’à avoir les têtes des indiens en ligne de mire. Il fit feu et les tua tous deux. En une autre occasion il tua cinq indiens d’un coup sur la rive de Great Pond, avec son célèbre « Buccaneer gun ». Il coupa aussi la tête d’un indien grâce à une faux.

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Patrick

pas un rigolo l'ancêtre de mon épouse

The_FD

non c'est sûr et tu vas voir ce qui vient... j'ai déjà jeté un oeuil...

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Carlos

Heu... il me semble qu'il n'était pas sur le piton son dernier jour :D

The_FD

Voici brièvement les circonstances de cette singulière aventure. Pendant qu’il fauchait, il remarqua les Indiens de l’autre coté de la rivière, mais se dit qu’ils étaient trop loin pour le perturber. Mais l’un d’eux s’apercevant que le faucheur n’était autre que le redouté Hunniwell, et que son fusil était posé sur une botte de foin à une certaine distance de lui, entreprit de s’en emparer en traversant silencieusement la rivière, et en rampant jusqu’au dit fusil. L’Indien réussit à traverser la rivière et s’emparer du fusil avant qu’Hunniwell le voit. Il continuait à faucher, apparemment inconscient de son approche, jusqu’à ce que l’Indien soit arrivé à quelques mètres de lui, pointa le fusil et l’appela : « maintenant moi tuer toi, Hunniwell ». Les mots venaient juste de sortir de sa bouche quand Hunniwell bondit vers lui, criant du plus fort qu’il pouvait : “Sale chien, si tu me tire dessus je te coupe en deux avec cette faux”. L’Indien fit feux alors qu’Hunniwell approchait, mais il est bien connu que les sauvages utilisent une toute petite quantité de poudre pour charger leurs fusils compare à ce que font les blancs et surtout Hunniwell avec sont “Buccaner”, et le jeune sauvage, soit ignorant ce détail, soit l’oubliant dans sa hâte pour charger le fusil, non seulement fit feu au dessus de la tête de Honniwell, mais fut bien la seule personne à être projetée au sol. Avant qu’il ne put su rétablir sur ses pieds Hunniwell avait détaché sa tête de son corps avec la faux. Puis l’attachant à un bâton la brandit en direction des Indiens vers la rive opposée, et leur cria de venir partager le même sort.

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Patrick

Si tout est vrai, si ce ne sont pas des légendes, il est heureux que son petit fils qui fut enlevé quelques années après sa mort par des indiens ait survécu . A moins que ceux qui l'on enlevé ne sache pas son nom