Craft Masonry in Oneida County, New York - Onondaga and ...
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John Post, the first merchant <strong>in</strong> what is now Utica, was engaged for some years previously to 1790, <strong>in</strong> connection with Mr. Mart<strong>in</strong>,<br />
of Schenectady, <strong>in</strong> trad<strong>in</strong>g with the sis nations. Particularly <strong>in</strong> the purchase of g<strong>in</strong>seng, then exported <strong>in</strong> large quantities to Ch<strong>in</strong>a, as<br />
a supposed remedy for that fatal disease the Plague. Mr. Post was born at Schenectady <strong>in</strong> December, 1748, <strong>and</strong> faithfully served<br />
his country dur<strong>in</strong>g the entire period of the war of the Revolution. He belonged to the staff of the army, <strong>and</strong> was at the tak<strong>in</strong>g of<br />
Burgoyne, <strong>in</strong> Sullivan’s expedition, <strong>in</strong> the battle of Monmouth, <strong>and</strong> at the surrendry [sic] of Cornwallis. In the spr<strong>in</strong>g of 1790, hav<strong>in</strong>g<br />
purchased <strong>and</strong> leased real estate near old Fort Schuyler, upon Cosby’s manor, he removed thither. With his wife <strong>and</strong> three <strong>in</strong>fant<br />
children <strong>and</strong> a carpenter, plac<strong>in</strong>g a stock of merch<strong>and</strong>ize, furniture, provisions <strong>and</strong> build<strong>in</strong>g materials <strong>in</strong> boats.<br />
He embarked upon the Mohawk at Schenectady, <strong>and</strong> <strong>in</strong> eight or n<strong>in</strong>e days l<strong>and</strong>ed at his new home. So deep was the mud <strong>in</strong> the<br />
road, now Genesee Street, that the children had to be carried to the log palace previously erected, where they all arrived “cold <strong>and</strong><br />
uncomfortable.” The persons then resid<strong>in</strong>g here were Uriah Alverson, John Cunn<strong>in</strong>gham, Jacob Christman. And Widow Damuth,<br />
<strong>and</strong> their families, <strong>and</strong> probably some others named elsewhere, or whose names have not been ascerta<strong>in</strong>ed. Christman served as a<br />
boatman for Mr. Post several years, <strong>and</strong> removed to or near the farm now owned by Colonel Nicholas Smith, <strong>in</strong> the east part of the<br />
town. In a communication recently received by the author from Mrs. Petrie, a daughter of Mr. Post, she says: “As the place was then<br />
much resorted to, my father sold lots to mechanies <strong>and</strong> traders. The first settlers were men want<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> energy <strong>and</strong> enterprise, <strong>and</strong> he<br />
re-purchased the lots of them, <strong>and</strong> soon sold to others, who also proved <strong>in</strong>efficient <strong>in</strong> build<strong>in</strong>g up the place, which my father fancied<br />
would—must, consider<strong>in</strong>g its location, <strong>in</strong> due time, comm<strong>and</strong> much trade. Aga<strong>in</strong> he re-purchased the lots, <strong>and</strong> he did not wait long<br />
before he, a third time, sold them to such men as became permanent residents <strong>and</strong> acquired a competency.” At first Mr. Post kept<br />
his goods for sale <strong>in</strong> his dwell<strong>in</strong>g, but <strong>in</strong> the next year (1791) he erected a build<strong>in</strong>g for a store, where he had an extensive trade with<br />
the Indians <strong>and</strong> the early settlers of the surround<strong>in</strong>g country. Of the Indians he purchased furs, sk<strong>in</strong>s <strong>and</strong> g<strong>in</strong>seng, (called by them<br />
Ka-lon-dag-gough, the panax trifolium,) <strong>in</strong> exchange for rum, pa<strong>in</strong>ts, cloths, powder, shot, ornaments of various k<strong>in</strong>ds, beads. Small<br />
mirrors, etc., etc. It was a common occurrence that thirty or forty Indian men, women <strong>and</strong> children rema<strong>in</strong>ed at his house through the<br />
night, <strong>and</strong> if the weather was cold they occupied the floor <strong>in</strong> front of the immense kitchen fire of logs, but <strong>in</strong> summer they lodged <strong>in</strong><br />
the barn, or if too drunk to get <strong>in</strong>to the barn, then they lay upon the grass plats by the side of the log <strong>and</strong> brush fences near the<br />
corner of Genesee, Whitesboro <strong>and</strong> Ma<strong>in</strong> Streets. Mr. Post is said to have been a man of most strict <strong>in</strong>tegrity <strong>and</strong> great k<strong>in</strong>dness of<br />
heart, but the “ light of our day “ had not shown him the great wrong he <strong>in</strong>flicted upon the poor natives, by gratify<strong>in</strong>g their<br />
unconquerable passion <strong>and</strong> thirst for “ fire-water “ <strong>in</strong> the shape of <strong>New</strong> Engl<strong>and</strong> rum. The store, owned <strong>and</strong> occupied by Mr. Post,<br />
stood upon the northerly corner of Genesee <strong>and</strong> Whitesboro Streets, upon or near the site of the store now occupied by J. E.<br />
Warner & Co., <strong>and</strong> he also subsequently had a store at Floyd, <strong>and</strong> another at Manlius.<br />
While here, <strong>and</strong> under the <strong>in</strong>fluence of rum, the Indians frequently engaged <strong>in</strong> bloody fights, were frequently turbulent <strong>and</strong><br />
troublesome, <strong>and</strong> sometimes showed their knives when none but Mrs. Post <strong>and</strong> her children were <strong>in</strong> the house. In or about 1792,<br />
the celebrated Saucy Nick entered the dwell<strong>in</strong>g store with another Indian, <strong>and</strong> learn<strong>in</strong>g that Mr. Post was absent, they dem<strong>and</strong>ed <strong>in</strong><br />
most imperious <strong>and</strong> <strong>in</strong>sult<strong>in</strong>g tones of Mrs. P., pipes, “backer” <strong>and</strong> rum, Nick at the same time draw<strong>in</strong>g his knife struck it <strong>in</strong>to the<br />
counter h<strong>and</strong>le up, <strong>and</strong> also shut the door of the room. As they were about compell<strong>in</strong>g Mrs. P. to draw more rum, she found ;<strong>in</strong> iron<br />
rod upon the floor, <strong>and</strong> see<strong>in</strong>g a hired man, named Ebenezer Henderson, pass<strong>in</strong>g the w<strong>in</strong>dow, she called him <strong>in</strong>. Nick would not<br />
permit him to enter until he told him that he was called to get more rum. Mrs. P. then directed the man to throw the Indians out of the<br />
house, she at the same <strong>in</strong>stant strik<strong>in</strong>g the knife beyond their reach with the rod, <strong>and</strong> with her assistance, her order was literally<br />
obeyed. Nick ever afterwards treated the family with proper respect. At another time, Sirs. P. <strong>in</strong>terfered to put an end to a fight<br />
among several Indians who had passed the night by the kitchen fire, when one of them rushed toward her with his knife. She seized<br />
a chair with which she defended herself, until another Indian came to her relief by attack<strong>in</strong>g her adversary. These <strong>in</strong>stances are<br />
given to show the perils <strong>and</strong> dangers under which the pioneers of this country began the work of reclaim<strong>in</strong>g the forests to the use of<br />
civilized man. And as a few of the many <strong>in</strong>stances which might be given of the spirit <strong>and</strong> courage of the women of those days.<br />
Mrs. Petrie says: “As ours was the first house which could accommodate travelers, a sign was put up, though reluctantly, <strong>and</strong> my<br />
father kept tavern no logger than until some one with means, etc., could be prevailed on to leave a more privileged place to settle<br />
here, for the sole purpose of keep<strong>in</strong>g a tavern. In those days men <strong>in</strong> that bus<strong>in</strong>ess were very <strong>in</strong>dependent, <strong>and</strong> if travelers or<br />
‘movers’ wished to ‘ put up’ at a tavern, they had to help themselves, water their own horses or oxen, harness or yoke them aga<strong>in</strong>,<br />
<strong>and</strong> if they asked to be served with aught, the l<strong>and</strong>lord or his family would sometimes ask, ‘who was your waiter last year?’<br />
Sometimes, if persons did not look well to themselves, they received rough words <strong>and</strong> usage from these back-woods l<strong>and</strong>lords.”’ At<br />
that period, a sort of <strong>in</strong>dependence prevented the Yankees from do<strong>in</strong>g anyth<strong>in</strong>g which had the appearance of service. While Mr.<br />
Post kept a tavern, upon one occasion, the celebrated Indian Chief, Joseph Brant, became his guest for a night. Brant was on his<br />
way to Canada, from the seat of government, where he had been to transact some bus<strong>in</strong>ess with Congress.<br />
A Mr. Chap<strong>in</strong> <strong>and</strong> another gentleman were also guests at the same time with him. The Chief called for one bottle of w<strong>in</strong>e after<br />
another, until they were all <strong>in</strong> a pretty happy mood, when the two gentlemen decl<strong>in</strong>ed dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g any more. After be<strong>in</strong>g repeatedly<br />
urged to dr<strong>in</strong>k, <strong>and</strong> as often decl<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g, they were told by Brant sportively, that unless they drank he would pour it down their necks.<br />
Becom<strong>in</strong>g somewhat nettled at their decided refusal, Brant made some other proposition to Mr. Chap<strong>in</strong>, <strong>and</strong> from someth<strong>in</strong>g said or<br />
refused to be done by the latter, the Indian flew <strong>in</strong>to a tower<strong>in</strong>g passion. Angry words passed, <strong>and</strong> Brant dared Chap<strong>in</strong> to fight him,<br />
which the latter refused, <strong>and</strong> then tried by fair words <strong>and</strong> persuasion to satisfy the chief that no <strong>in</strong>sult had been <strong>in</strong>tended, but fail<strong>in</strong>g<br />
<strong>in</strong> this, he made an effort to leave the room—<strong>and</strong> the rest of the company also attempted to calm the excited passions of the great<br />
Mohawk warrior. Brant however drew his sword, <strong>and</strong> drove Chap<strong>in</strong> <strong>in</strong>to a corner of the room, <strong>and</strong> there by the most bitter taunts <strong>and</strong><br />
reproaches, by mak<strong>in</strong>g passes at him with his weapon, <strong>and</strong> by rush<strong>in</strong>g furiously towards him, attempted to compel him to fight.<br />
Chap<strong>in</strong> coolly bared his breast <strong>and</strong> said, “I will not lay h<strong>and</strong>s upon you, but here is my bare breast, pierce it with your sword, if a<br />
victim you wish.” Mrs. Post, at this crisis. Recollect<strong>in</strong>g to have heard that an Indian could be moved by the sight of an <strong>in</strong>fant,<br />
<strong>in</strong>stantly took her youngest child, but a few months old, <strong>and</strong> hold<strong>in</strong>g it <strong>in</strong> her arms, placed herself <strong>in</strong> front of the <strong>in</strong>furiated Brant,<br />
tell<strong>in</strong>g him that he must destroy her <strong>and</strong> her child before he <strong>in</strong>jured their guest <strong>and</strong> friend. “How would it have looked,” she<br />
cont<strong>in</strong>ued, “if several ladies had met here for a social visit, <strong>and</strong> they had ended it <strong>in</strong> strife? Put up your sword, <strong>and</strong> here, take my<br />
babe <strong>and</strong> hold it as you often have the others—see, it smiles <strong>and</strong> you look so angry!” The heart of the savage Thayendanegea was<br />
touched, he, who had reveled <strong>in</strong> scenes of blood <strong>and</strong> cruelty at Oriskany, <strong>and</strong> <strong>in</strong> the whole extent of the Mohawk valley, was now<br />
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