Saturday, October 31, 2020

Packs and a Story for Halloween

     

    So early muzzleloader season has come and gone here in Penn's woods and I only have a few squirrels to show for it. The whole week was in the upper 80's so deer weren't moving much and the few I was able to push out of the brush to get a shot at unfortunately had horns (we can only shoot does)

    I was able to finish up a small "experiment" I had left my new paintied pack stashed in the woods for a few weeks and it was able to keep all the gear I had in it (some dried corn, cooking gear, extra leggings/mocs and fire kit) dry and vermin free. I was also ablt to finish up my bear skin pack thanx to the help of my surrogate Dad Bill Schneider.


Back of pack made from bark tan

large flap/straps make for a great place to store blanket/jacket

Painted pack stayed nice and water tight


    I carried the pack all hunting season and the miles I put in wearing it flew by. It's a great pack to carry all the stuff you really need (Mocs, food, kettle, and I carry an extra canteen in it) The extended flap was a great place to stash my jacket when the temps got out of the 60's mid morning.

    Since it's halloween I thought I'd share one of my favorite "spooky" Narrative stories from your favorite cold/starving captive captive John Tanner:

    There is, on the bank of that river, a place which looks like one the Indians would always choose to encamp at. In a bend of the river is a beautiful landing place, behind it a little plain, a thick wood, and a small hill rising abruptly in the rear. But with that spot is connected a story of fratricide, a crime so uncommon that the spot where it happened is held in detestation, and regarded with terror. No Indian will land his canoe, much less encamp, at "The Place Of The Two Dead Men."

     They relate that many years ago the Indians were encamped here, when a quarrel arose between two brothers having she-she-gwi for totems. One drew his knife and slew the other, but those of the band who were present looked upon the crime as so horrid that without hesitation or delay, they killed the murderer and buried them together.

     As I approached this spot, I thought much of the story of the two brothers who bore the same totem with myself, and were, as I supposed, related to my Indian mother. I had heard it said that if any man encamped near their graves, as some had done soon after they were buried, they would be seen to come out of the ground, and either react the quarrel and the murder, or in some other manner so annoy and disturb their visitors that they could not sleep.

 Curiosity was in part my motive, and I wished to be able to tell the Indians that I had not only stopped, but slept quietly at a place which they shunned with so much fear and caution. The sun was going down as I arrived. I pushed my little canoe in to the shore, kindled a fire, and after eating my supper, lay down and slept.

     Very soon, I saw the two dead men come and sit down by my fire, opposite me. Their eyes were intently fixed upon me, but they neither smiled, nor say any thing. I got up and sat opposite them by the fire, and in this situation I awoke. The night was dark and gusty, but I saw no men, or heard any other sounds than that of the wind in the trees. It is likely I fell asleep again, for I soon saw the same two men standing below the bank of the river, their heads just rising to the level of the  ground I had made my fire on, and looking at me as before.

     After a few minutes they rose one after the other, and sat down opposite me; but now they were laughing, and pushing at me with sticks, and using various methods of annoyance. I endeavoured to speak to them, but my voice failed me. I tried to fly, but my feet refused to do their office. Throughout the whole night I was in a state of agitation and alarm. Among other things which they said to me, one of them told me to look at the top of the little hill which stood near. I did so, and saw a horse fettered, and standing looking at me. "There, my brother," said the jebi, "is a horse which I give you to ride on your journey to-morrow, and as you pass here on your way home, you can call and leave the horse, and spend another night with us." 

    At last came the morning, and I was in no small degree pleased to find that with the darkness of the night these terrifying visions vanished. But my long residence among the Indians, and the frequent instances in which I had known the intimations of dreams verified, occasioned me to think seriously of the horse the jebi had given me. Accordingly I went to the top of the hill, where I discovered tracks and other signs, and following a little distance, found a horse which I knew belonged to the trader I was going to see. As several miles travel might be saved by crossing from this point on the Little Saskawjewun to the Assinneboin, 

    I left the canoe, and having caught the horse, and put my load upon him, led him towards the trading house where I arrived next day. In all subsequent journeys through this country, I carefully shunned "the place of the two dead," and the account I gave of what I had seen and suffered there, confirmed the superstitious terrors of the Indians.

Sunday, August 9, 2020

When Painting a knapsack dont wear new clothes

    


Knapsack from Tom Wnuck collection

 So keeping up with the last thing I posted on packs I decided in the middle of my fit of sewing new gear I’d sew up a new knapsack while I waited on a bear hide to make my new knapsack.( You know because in my ADD mind that makes total sense)  So after sewing up a knapsack based on the David Uhl pack dimensions I decided to paint it. “waterproofing” a pack seems to be a constant question on message boards/Facebook forums etc.  So to keep more “just dip it in beeswax” comments from going forth I figured I’d write this up.

                Your going to need boiled linseed oil, Japan dryer, mineral spirits, corn starch and some kind of powdered pigment (or not, be plain go crazy its your world and we’re just living in it!)

 

Stept 2 Prepare the sizing. Put 3 table spoons worth of corn starch in a small pot and fill with water. Put this on the stove and slowly bring to a slow boil stirring it often. It will start to thicken up. Make sure to stir or it will turn into gummy badness at the bottom of the pot.

Step3 Using a paint brush brush the sizing onto both sides of the Pack. Cover it all as evenly as possible. Set it aside and let dry. This sizing will help the pigment bond to the fibers and keep down the bleed through of the oil. It really helps cut down on the drying time.


 

Step 3 Mix equal parts linseed oil and mineral spirits in a small container. Add in a small amount of Japan dryer and then mix in your pigment (I use Brick dye) for this small project I used 2 table spoons of pigment .

 

Step 4 Paint! I paint the pack as evenly as possible on both sides and then hang in a well-ventilated area to “cure”. I cheated this one and had the straps sewn on before I painted it. I’ve seen a number of folks have pack disasters after sewing the straps to the painted pack. If you want to sew the straps on later, I recommend placing some tape over the places you plan on sewing your straps too.


Step 5(ish) Once the pack has dried, I will go back over it with a second coat minus the pigment just to really seal stuff up.

 

SO before we try this at home remember: work in  Ventilated area, don’t store it next to a box of newspapers/oily rags to dry, Be careful.

 

                And Yes I know it’s green. I was going for a copy of the Knapsack from the Tom Wnuck collection. I’m just hoping the green turns out more “wnucky” green and less ninja turtle green. To Paraphrase Billy Madison "I painted the pack green because I've never seen a green pack"

                Ive also added some pics of the clothes I’ve been sewing up. Sewed a new check shirt, Went for the “striped vest” from the Kentucky probates, dyed my tickenburgh hunting shirt with logwood , finished some trousers based off the one in the Gabriel Bray images, sewed a sky blue jacket based on the “William hodges” jacket description from 1774 made some fancy moccasins and  got a new rifle gun!



                The Rifle was made by Mike Siedleman as is a copy of the trade rifle from the 1770’s. It’s a .58 and is a hell of a shooter. So I’ll be glad to dress nicely as I stroll through the woods in a few weeks shooting at my mortal enemy the squirrel. Of course due to my body chemistry I’m sure the gear has already begun to break down into a non “duane” state of being,I also lost a button just doing these pictures. Stupid Duane



Thursday, May 28, 2020

Knapsacks and no flour


Warner packs worn in various ways

Sunday, May 28th, 1775. Proceeded up the River. Saw a great many Buffaloes cross the River above us, all hands went ashore to surround them. I kept on the outside of them and shot a fine young Heifer,

some of the rest shot a Cow and Calf. Our stupid company will not stay to jerk any, tho' we are in want of provisions. Camped on a gravelly Island. Beech bottoms and cedar hills with few rivulets.

Monday, May 29th, 1775. This morning George Rice (without any provocation) began to abuse me in a most scurrilous manner, threatened to scalp and tomahawk me. I was for bestowing a little manual labour upon him, but he flew to his Gun and began to load, swearing he would shoot me. I did the same, and had it not been for the timely interposition of my worthy Friend, Mr. Nourse, I believe one of us would have been killed. A great deal of abusive language was given on both sides, but nothing more. I have expected this for some time. He did it on purpose to get off his engagement to go down the Ohio, which it has effectually done. Proceeded a little way up the River to a great Buffalo crossing, where we intend to kill some meat. Our provision is almost out. 

                So with everyone focusing on a young Virginian starting a world war on this date I figured I check in to see what everyone’s favorite Mike Burke impersonator Nicholas Cresswell was doing on his journey. Cresswell is one of my favorite Journals of the 18th century. It has everything observations on local color, clothing, and he goes thru all of the 3 stages of the 18th century journal.

                What I’m referring to is the basic stage process you find in most 18th century narratives. Stage 1: is the start Tons of food, see a lot of game, world is great. Stage 2: flour starts to run out, someone gets sick/injured maybe it starts to rain Stage 3: no bread for days, you might die, you have no shoes and all paths are covered with legos.

                At different points you can see Cresswell cross from one stage to another for example Stage 1:

Indian Country--Tuesday, August 22nd, 1775. A very heavy fog this morning. We had got two bottles of Rum, two loaves of Bread, and a Bacon Ham along with us. Agreed to take a Dram to prevent us catching the Fever and Ague, but drank rather too much and most stupidly forgot our provisions. Got to Logg's Town about noon, crossed the River and went to Mr. John Gibson's. Lodged there, but would not make our wants known for fear of being laughed at. We crossed the River in a Canoe made of Hickory Bark, stretched open with sticks. 



Earlier on his trip you can see a definite case of stage 2 starting:

Harwood's Landing--Sunday, June 4th, 1775. Arrived at Harwood's Landing in the evening. Saw a Rattle Snake about 4 feet long. A bark Canoe at the landing. We have been Fourteen days in coming about 120 miles. My right foot much swelled, owing to a hurt I got by bathing in the River. Rocky and Cedar hills, along the banks of the River. My foot very painful. 

Monday, June 5th, 1775. This is called Harwood's Landing as it is nearest to a new Town, that was laid out last summer by Captn. Harwood, who gave it the name of Harwoodsburg about 15 miles from the Landing for which place Mr. Nourse, Mr. Johnston, Taylor and Rice set out this morning. I would have

gone with them, but my foot is so bad I am scarcely able to walk. Applied a fomentation of Herbs to assuage the swelling. Very little to eat and no possibility of getting any flour here. Must be without Bread very soon



And a few days later he is definetly in a mental stage 3:

Saturday, June 24th, 1775. This morning set out to the Lick without breakfast. The reason was we had nothing to eat. Three of us stayed at the Lick till the afternoon waiting for the Buffaloes but saw none. When our out Hunters came loaded with meat and informed us they had killed a Buffalo about five miles off, set out and found it, and loaded ourselves and returned to the Camp, but never so much fatigued before. Having already experienced the want of victuals, was willing to guard against it for the future. I believe I have exerted myself more than I can bear. It is judged by the company that I brought between 70 and 80 pound of meat, exclusive of my Gun and Shot pouch. To add to my distress my shoesoles came off and I was obliged to walk bare foot for six miles. Find myself very unwell. Shot a Pole Cat. One of our Company missing. All the rest (except Tilling and myself) are going this evening, as they expect he is killed by the Indians. But I think he has lost himself in the Woods. Very arduous task to persuade them to stay, as they all expect to be killed before morning.

Saturday, July 1st, 1775. This morning John Clifton left us. He intends going home by land. He has behaved very well. Our provisions almost done, all our hooks and lines broken, all our feet so tender by standing continually wet that it is impossible for us to hunt, and the small quantity of provision we have is swarming with maggots. Our Flour expended and this night we have put the last of our Indian Corn to boil (about three half pints, sprouted as long as my finger). This we have always reserved for Sunday dinner with a little Elk fat rendered amongst it and thought it delicious.



Most narratives are a mix of these stages and the crying, joy and flour that go along with them. One thing all of these stages point out is the sheer disposable nature of 18th century clothes/gear when constantly used. I think this is something that is lost to a lot of folks especially when buying/making gear. Knapsacks, moccasins, breeches, shirts etc in the period are not items that are meant for a long life.

                Cresswell is constantly lamenting the state of his clothes on his journey:

Tuesday, July 18th, 1775. At Mr. V. Crawford's, Jacob Creek. These rascals have wore out all the clothes I left here, so that I am now reduced to three ragged shirts, two pair linen breeches in the same condition, a hunting shirt and jacket, with one pair of stockings.

                Redmont, Berkeley County, Virginia--Saturday, October 14th, 1775. Got up early this morning and mended my breeches with a piece of my shirt lap. Shaved and made myself as decent as my circumstances would admit. After settling with Mr. Connel, I have only one penny left. No money to be got at Mr. Gibb's as he is not at home. Went to Mr. Nourse's, who makes me welcome and will assist me to Leesburg. 

                 

                 The start of this rant  was the fact I’ve been looking at a lot of info over the past few days on knapsacks and the very nature of them in the period was a pretty temporay item. For example by the revolution it was a common practice to cut out the men’s knapsacks from the last campaign seasons tents. Both items would be pretty beat after daily use. And As I was reading George Beddingers papers I came across an awesome qute about his use of a knapsack:

Bedinger having a small bear skin knap-sack containing a few land papers of value for safety bent down  a sapling & fastened his knapsask upon it and let it up


Automatically on reading this my brain went to the Elisha Gross knapsack. It’s an extant 18th century knapsack made of bearskin currently in a private collection. Of course this then led to me recall the knapsack mentioned in the James Brown probate inventory which led to hours of reading all the material I could find on 18th century knapsacks.

                So looking at a lot of history/trekking boards you find a lot of folks trying their hand at making a serviceable period knapsack. Often the question or mention of waterproofing the knapsacks comes up. This s an attempt to save folks a lot of time and money.

 Gear breaks and breaks down especially in the humidity of the early summer. The augusta county motto has become “ when its hot you sweat when it rains you get wet” Once you accept this mindset it’s easy to try and get past modern Ideas of “waterproofing” your gear. In my experience waterproofing 18th century gear is a fools errand. Stuff can be made water resistant for a time but for the time and work you put in it you don’t get much return. In all honesty if you have an item that needs to be kept dry (medicine, your cell phone etc) you are honestly just better off using a modern container and stashing it in your pack in a small red pouch. This lets you or anyone that needs to get into your pack know where your medicine/phone/epipen is quickly. 

That being said a good knapsack is an important piece of gear when trying to head into the woods. Luckily now more then ever thereis a lot of information online about the use of knapsacks in the 18th century and construction notes on the originals.



A great read can be found here at the 17th regiment of lobsterbacks




And this collection of info put together by John “mr. bibliography” Reese and Steve “I’ll document that” Rayner


               

The knapsack I push most folks towards is the simple David Uhl knap sack or the Warner pack. Both are super simple to sew and good practice for anyone looking to try their hand at sewing. 
David Uhl knapsack...

Warner Knapsack


                Now comes the part to try and help the folks who “need” to waterproof their packs. You can paint either of these packs with a linseed oil/red ochre paint to make it water resistant or (I’m getting emails over this one) A quick non beeswax fix is to go to tractor supply and buy a small can of barn red oil paint and use it. It works really well and you avoid the bursting into flames problem that linseed oil and beeswax can bring about. I’ve had two packs (one Uhl style and one warner style) that were painted with Linseed oil by different makers. It took months for my Uhl style pack to dry properly and  the warner style pack was not painted properly resulting in the fabric tearing easily and after a few uses Burst into nothingness on a trek.(sorry Dave)

                Maybe I can hit up a knowledgeable person to write me up some tips to post here on treating cloth until then I’ll push folks towards Tractor supply. Ok so back to the warner pack...
The pack itself is nothing more then the shell of it at this point. The carrying and closure straps are gone and all that remains of them is the light spot showing where something was attached so if they were leather or cloth straps is up to debate and argument based on research. The reproduction I carried had the closures made from tape ties and I found that this was really helpful and simple way of closing the pack.
while digging thru info I found a runaway ad that maybe describing a similar closure on another Knapsack:
Fleming Elliot is described to be about five feet ten or eleven inches high, with dark hair, a long full visage, a small beard, and a fair complexion. He wore a cocked hat, white shirt and trowsers, and a light coloured waistcoat without sleeves, and had with him a small knapsack with clothes, tied with blue or green binding. Sept 16 1775 Pa gazette
This style of knapsack has two interal pockets and allows you to sandwich your blanket between the pockets thus keeping your gear semi dryer then when your blanket is slung across the top. If you get stuck in a bad weather situation my best advise it to do what they did. Stash your gear in your pack get your packs under cover and just go cresswell:
Tuesday, June 27th, 1775. Very stiff current all day, heavy showers and very sultry. It is a custom with our company, as soon as it begins to rain to strip naked and secure their clothes from the wet. I have attempted it twice to-day, but the drops of rain are so disagreeable to my skin, that it obliged me to put on my shirt. Killed a Faun. Saw a Bear cross the River, but could not get a shot at her. All hands very weary and very crabbed.
   You dry out quicker then your clothes and lets face it sitting in a rainstorm in the woods in a breechclout isn't the weirdest thing you've done in your life.
     However No matter what period style pack you use be sure to keep in mind that they are not modern packs. You really don't have room for that much gear so keep that in mnd when packing for a walk. You'll find less is more most of the time and to keep yourself from reaching stage 3 your going to need to pack a lot of flour.
     So here are some runaway ads from the Pennsylvania gazette that mention a few details about knapsacks. I'm going to go back to daydreaming about how little gear I can fit into a bearskin pack and keep my treks in the stage 1 zone. I've started a how to on making a warner pack that I'll be posting over the next few days to help folks along.
September 25, 1776
WAS FOUND, on the 27th of August, in the Church at Princeton, A KNAPSACK , marked T.D. Whoever has lost the same, proving his property and paying charges, may have it again, by applying to captain JACOB LEECH, in Cheltenham township, Philadelphia county.

June 29, 1789 near Shippensburg.
RUN away, on the 22d instant, a negroe man, named WILL, about 40 years of age, 5 feet 7 inches high, full faced, had on, and took with him, one pair of leather breeches, white wool stockings, two shirts, two pair of trowsers, new wool hat, and smoke coloured knapsack . Any person taking up the said negroe, and securing him in gaol, so that he may be had again, shall receive the above reward, and reasonable charges, paid by
SAMUEL BLYTH,

Alexandria, May 24, 1778.
RUN away, last Sunday night, from the subscriber, two well made likely Negroe men, one named Tom, the other Dick. Tom is about 30 years old, has lost two of his upper teeth, and has several flourishing marks on his arm and shoulder. Dick is a short well made fellow, about 24 years old, has several scars on his face, and speaks very little English: Had on when they went away, ozenbrigs shirts and check trowsers; also a large knapsack and blankets. Whoever takes up said Negroes and delivers them to me in Alexandria, shall have Twenty Dollars reward for each, and reasonable charges, paid byMICHAEL GRETTER,


August 20, 1777
RUN away from the subscribe, living in Northampton township, Burlington county, a Dutch servant man, named John William Shelock, about 30 years of age, light coloured hair, 5 feet 8 or 9 inches high, pock marked, light eyes, surly look; had on, and took with him, a light coloured coatee, a ragged under jacket, ozenbrigs shirt, tow trowsers, an old fur hat, half worn neats leather shoes, with strings; he had a knapsack on; he will be apt to change the said dress to a blue coat and jacket, homespun shirt, snuff coloured breeches, and ribbed stockings. Whoever takes up the said servant, and delivers him to his master, or secures him in any goal, so that he may be got again, shall have the above reward, and all reasonable charges, paid by ISAAC BUDD.
Hog skin Knapsack
Hog skin napsack

TWENTY DOLLARS Reward.

RUN away, on the 5th instant, from the subscriber, living in AllowayCreek precinct, and county of Salem, two Dutch servant men, one named Charles Geisinger, about 27 years of age, 5 feet 4 inches high, dark complexion, grey eyes, marked with the small pox about his mouth, short brown hair; had on, when he went away, an old felt hat, brown linsey jacket, with an under jacket, the fore parts the same cloth as the other, the back parts of red cloth, tow shirt, striped trowsers, and new shoes; speaks no English at all. The other named John Michael Rider, about 5 feet 7 inches high, 21 years of age, well set, brownish hair, which he wears tied behind, red beard, whitish eye brows, large curled locks on each temple and a large scar on the sole of one of his feet; had on, and took with him, two new tow shirts, a pair of tow trowsers, a pair of home made bearskin breeches, lined with tow cloth, a jacket of the same with three flowered metal buttons on each sleeve, a red broadcloth jacket, half worn blue flowered damask ditto, without sleeves and another blue ditto, bound round the arm holes with linen; also a blue broadcloth coat, lined with red, with button holes on each side, chiefly false holes, a pair of old leather breeches, patched with new leather, a large felt hat, with a brass button, two pair of light coloured yarn stockings, old shoes, a a pair of boots, grain side out, a large Dutch pillow case of stamped linen, a piece of white linen for shirts, a silk handkerchief, an stamped linen ditto, and a hogskin knapsack , with the hair on; he speaks broken English, [and] is a great talker, smokes much, takes snuff, plays on the fiddle, and pretends to be a conjurer. They have two fiddles with them, and one of them has plenty of money; they have both been soldiers, and came last fall from Lisbon, can talk Dutch, French, and perhaps Portuguese. It is supposed they will change their clothes. The crossed the river at New Castle, and came up towards Chester, where they were seen, and it is thought they are gone towards Lancaster or Maryland. Whoever apprehends or secures the said servants, or either of them, in any of his Majestygoals, so that their masters may have them again, or brings them to their respective masters, or to Richard Wister, in Philadelphia, shall have Sixteen Dollars for the first mentioned, and Four Dollars for the last, besides reasonable charges, paid by us MARTIN HALTER, HUGH BLACKWOOD RICHARD WISTAR. July 11, 1767.

September 26, 1781
 TEN DOLLARS Reward.
STOLEN, on the night of the 6th of this inst. (September) from the subscriber, in Whitpain township, Philadelphia county, A pale or yellowish Bay GELDING, with a bald face, 5 years old, between 14 and 15 hands high, had no shoes on when taken away, paces and trots, has had a cut across his right thigh, also a hole through his right nostril, large enough for onefinger to go in, a tolerable large heavy head. The above described horse was seen a few days after going towards the Lancaster road, in custody of a man about 5 feet 4 or 5 inches high, thick and well set, with a hunting shirt, trowsers and boots, with the trowsers stopped in the head of the boots, appearing like a soldier, as he had a knapsack stuffed with straw for a saddle. Whoever secures horse and thief, so that the owner gets his horse again, and the thief be brought to conviction, shall have the above reward, or FOUR DOLLARS for the horse alone, and all reasonable charges, paid byABRAHAM PHILLIPS.

Fort Ti Warner pack   An awesome write up by Fort Ti on the warner Pack


Friday, May 22, 2020

how to make a Buffalo hoppus on a rainy day


     “Rained all day stayed in camp” again, So my goal for today was to go turkey hunting, look for a leatherwood bush  and then set up and do a quick how to on “baking bread”. But the railroad gods and Rain have conspired to keep me at home. I don’t mind sitting in the woods in the rain but I really don’t like sitting in the rain then having to rush home to then have to work on a train trying to explain why I smell like wood smoke and looking like a drowned rat before I've even done anything.
   The bread idea sprang from talking to  a few folks about what food I carry. More often then not in period narratives folks start out a journey carrying flour as a main part of their diet. Soon afterwards the flour is usually "spoilt"  and the next 30 entries will be full of the men pointing out they ate meat with "no bread".  SO I'll put that up in a day or two but for now I'll leave you with the best 18th century breakfast ever from Samuel Macklay's journal:
TUESDAY, June 22d.—Our supper the Preceeding Day had finished our Bread; we had two Squares of Chocolate left, and a remnant of sugar, Some Bacon; but neither Bread nor flour. We set off & came to our canoe; found her & everything we had left safe. , Semor, one of the hands I had with me, had a little Indian meal which he had left along with our tent and other things. Upon this meal we got to work, made some Dumplings and Boiled them in our Chocolate, and made with the addition of a slice of Bacon, a very hearty Breakfast.


  So I decided I’d kill some time in making a buffalo tumpline aka “hoppus”.  A common practice mentioned in a number of period narratives/trade ledgers is the common use of rawhides in the construction of cordage. This has been mentioned being used for tyeing up bales of hides, used in place of rope or even to drag logs.

 Dysart:” Killed some buffaloes split up their skins for to make rope for the purpose of bailing their skins”

                There are a few mentions in the draper interviews of men using buffalo hides as a bag to store meat and to “hoppus” it back to the station. So with that in mind I decided to make a Buffalo hide tumpline to see how it’d last over a season of use. The Bertalino gave me a section of an Old buffalo hide he had laying around. I soaked the hide overnight and using the basic shape of a tumpline began to cut it out with my knife. Wish It was more complicated than that but No.
  I started the ties from the opposite side of the hide they would meet the brow band and simply increased the width as I went.  I also tried to keep the brow band over the thickest part of the hide. Since it started raining shortly after I finished I had to forgo stretching it. I simply hung it up out of the weather to dry. Once dry I will "break" the tumpline by rubbing it back and forth over a tree limb. I was also let with enough hide to use for future projects. 
Started cutting from the far side increasing the width as I went

tapered to browband and waiting to dry/break




Raw or moth eaten buffalo hides are usueful for a number of camp fixes such as ropes, moccasin soles or winter mocasins like those mentioned by Daniel Trabue:
"We made socks to go over our shews with buffeloe skins putting the wool inside"

Trabue Moc kit and buffalo wool to shove in mocs...just add shoes



I've included some images of possible leather tumplines being used by southern natives. To date I have not seen an example of a 100% 18th century south eastern native woven tumpline. So for someone doing a southern native impression a leather tumpline might be a good go to.

Louisiana Indians Walking Along a Bayou Alfred Boisseau – 1847

Dupratz

Von Reck


I'll leave you with this runaway ad since this post is a little less focused on the "refined" clothes/skills. I can really relate to this fellow on his whole Button Problem.

Philadelphia, October 11, 1776.

TWENTY SHILLINGS REWARD.
RUN away, on the night of the 9th instant, an indented English servant boy, named Samuel Tutton, born at Bridgwater, in Somersetshire; about 17 or 18 years of age, 5 feet 2 or 3 inches high, pale face, with a scar on it, a little pitted with the smallpox, has sandy hair; had on an old felt hat, with a bullet hole through it, a short brown coat, with yellow buttons (which makes it singular they being all odd ones) a blue grey waistcoat, much broken at the button holes, a pair of old Russia sheeting trowsers, old white shirt, deep blue yarn stockings, old shoes, with long square steel buckles in them. Whoever apprehends the said servant, and secures him, so that his master may have him again, shall be entitled to the above reward. BENJAMIN POULTNEY.

N.B. All masters of vessels, and others, are warned not to carry him off, or conceal him, at their peril.


Thursday, May 14, 2020

Hunting Shirts and Eating Opossum

Hunting shirt image 

tracks from my new buddy "Meshach"


"neck knife"  watching out for me


Hunting shirt Details

 So I spent yesterday walking around the camp since it was such a nice day. Funny thing about reading too much Browning is that sometimes you can will Narratives to life. I needed to cut some sapling to make bow looms for weaving and started towards a very brushy part of my camp. While walking and honestly thinking of the best place to locate my "bear trap lean to"  I came across some very large bear tracks. Of course I was on a trail you couldn't see 3 fee t into the brush on SO I slowly made my way back the trail. I did spot my friend "neck knife" (a porcupine) keeping a look out for me. Over all I did see a few turkey hens about 8 deer and avoided being eaten. So I'd say it was a good day.

So trying to keep on top of this in between work, sewing, weaving and evil schemes. Since my last post omitted the favorite garment of so many of us, The famed Hunting shirt I figured I’d make this post about hunting shirts. So I often here the comment that folks back then “didnt wear a uniform” and then something to the level of “I’m a rugged individualist and I want to dress just like everybody else did at manskers station in 1997” or something to that effect, by then I’m usually staring into space thinking about holes in horror movie plots.

    Like it or not every living history trend does bring about a quasi uniform set of ideas people will grab ahold of. More then reenact history as we understand it (up to that given point) we reenact each other. So Since hunting shirts are all the rage I put together some period descriptions of various hunting shirts to show a variety of ideas to toss on your hunting shirt to make it rugged and individualistic for even the most solitary backcountry folk. 

    I started putting in all the hunting shirt runaway ads I could find but I found it was going on forever so  I'll be sure to put them in as I write more posts Just to keep the idea in folks brains. In lieu of that I tossed in an Story from an 18th century hunter Jervis Cutler on a particularly bad trip he went on. It has some pretty cool little bits of info in it as well as just showing that sometimes life is just terrible.
So take this

And feel free to add some of these to it.
Dyed Yellow

RUN away, last night, from the subscribers, living in Baltimore county, about 12 miles from Baltimore town, in Maryland, three English convict servant men, viz. JAMES HICKMAN, about 22 years of age, about 5 feet 7 or 8 inches high, straight and well made, with short dark brown hair, round face, dark eyes, a little cross, fresh complexion, and some freckles; he speaks in the west country dialect. THOMAS AGER, about 25 years of age, about 5 feet 4 or 5 inches high, straight and well made, dark brown hair, tied, long face, bluish eyes, long chin, pale complexion, pert and proud; he is a good scholar, and no doubt has changed his name, and forged passes: He ran away some time ago, and can give some account of Virginia, and the lower parts of Maryland. WILLIAM ABBOTT, about 25 years of age, about 5 feet 2 or 3 inches high, well set, round shouldered, with short brown hair, full face, white eyes, very weak; served part of his time with Henry Hollingsworth, at the Head of Elk, ran away, and made into the back lands, was put into Bedford goal, can give an account of Shamokin, on Sasquehanna, Shearmanand Path Vallies, and other parts of the back country. They took with them, felt hats, several coarse shirts, and trowsers, one old hunting shirt , died yellow, two coarse brown cloth jackets, one white kersey ditto, with sleeves, one red cloth ditto, bound at the pocket holds, one ditto, country fulled, and lappelled, with metal buttons, and without sleeves, two pair of strong country made shoes, well nailed, one pair of ditto, without nails, and several other things. Whoever takes up said servants, and secures them, so as their masters may get them again, shall have Seven Pounds Ten Shillings, if 50 miles from home Ten Pounds, and if 100 miles, the above reward, or in proportion for each, including what the law allows, and reasonable charges, if brought home, paid by ALEXANDER WELLS, CHARLES HOWARD, THOMAS OWINGS.June 21, 1773.
Striped wrist Bands

RUN away from the subscriber living in Augusta , near Stanton , a convict servant man named JOHN CREATON, an Englishman , about 5 feet 5 inches high; had on when he went away, a white hunting shirt with striped wristbands, a light coloured lappelled jacket, lined with white blanketing, two coarse shirts, and a pair of trowsers, a pair of black worsted stockings, a spotted silk handkerchief, old shoes and brass buckles, a red coloured wig, and has crooked toes. Whoever takes up and secures said servant so that I may have him again, shall have FORTY SHILLINGS reward, besides what the law allows, and reasonable charges paid if brought home.

Ties
The uniform of Morgan's regiment was a short frock made of pepper-and-salt colored cotton cloth like a common frock worn by our country people, except that it was short and open before, to be tied with strings, pantaloons of the same fabric and color
(Simeon Alexander pension application)


Long hunting Shirt
"...They have besides a Body of irregulars, or rifle Men, whose dress it is hard to describe.  They take a piece of Ticklenburgh, or Tan Cloth that is stout and put it in a Tann Vatt, untill it has the shade of a dry, or fading leaf, they they make a kind of Frock of it reaching down below the knee, open before, with a large Cape, they wrap it round the tight on a March, & tye it with their Belt in which hangs their Tomahawk,"
(Silas Deane to Elizabeth Deane, 3 Jun 1775)

      Tories who broke Goal at Frederick Town on the night of the 23rd September 1776.
Alexander McCraw a Scotchman, a well made man about five feet nine inches high, had on a coarse hunting shirt and leather breeches, a pair of striped trousers and pale blue yarn stockings, a pair of shoes and scotch bonnet.
Hennith Sewart a Scotchman well made about five feel nine Inches high, wears a long hunting shirt with pockets in the sides of it, a pair of leather breeches, white stockings, a brown surtout coat and scotch bonnet, pretends to have some knowledge in Physick.
Stephen Sysney a Pennsylvanian 5 feet 5 Inches high, a well proportioned man, has a dimple in his chin, short dark brown hair, a hunting shirt, a brown shalloon jackett, leather breeches, and a pair of trousers, stockings, shoes and a large hat.  (Maryland archives)

A lot of Fringe

June 19, 1776
RUN away from the subscriber, living in Berkeley county, Virginia, 3 Irish servant men, viz. Joseph Dinnehay, a stout well made fellow, 19 years of age, 5 feet 7 or 8 inches high, of a swarthy complexion, brown curled hair, talks on the Irish accent; had on a whitish coloured thick coatee, and jacket short in the skirts, a new wool hat, tow shirts, buckskin breeches, blue yarn stockings, new shoes, with square brass buckles. James Conner, a stout fellow, about 24 or 25 years of age, 5 feet 7 or 8 inches high, of a red complexion, with red curled hair, down look, freckled in the face; had on a white hunting shirt, much fringed , an old hat, one fine linen shirt, marked W.G. and one tow cloth ditto, tow cloth trowsers, two muslin stocks, old shoes, tied with strings. The other named James Delaney, a well made fellow, about 22 or 23 years of age, 5 feet 8 or 9 inches high, of a black complexion, down look, pockpitted, black curled hair, tied behind; had on a blue thick cloth coat, too large for him, a white hunting shirt, an old hat, a tow cloth shirt, brown thick cloth breeches, blue yarn stockings, new shoes, tied with strings. Whoever takes up said servants, and secures them in any goal, so as their masters may get them gain, shall have, if taken 20 miles from home, Forty Shillings for each, and if 40 miles from home, Three Pounds for each, including what the law allows, with reasonable charges if brought home, paid by JOHN MILLER, WILLIAM GLENN, and JOHN MILLER.
N.B. Conner is a good scholar, and it is likely they may forge passes. They have likewise one pair of plain square silver buckles with them.May 17, 1776.
April 4, 1777
DESERTED from Elk Ridge landing, Maryland , the 5th of February last, four soldiers belonging to capt. Charles Fleming's company of the 7th Virginia regiment. PLEASANT LOCKETT , 5 feet 9 or 10 inches high, rather spare made, smooth faced, has dark brown hair, wore a light coloured coarse cloth coat, a red waistcoat, and a pair of brown frieze leggins, and had with him a bundle in a blanket. RICHARD COX , a stous well set man, about 6 feet high, round shouldered, wears his own dark hair, had on a hunting shirt, died with a dark colour, a pair of brown frieze leggings, his other dress I do not recollect; had with him a bundle in a blanket, a small red trunk, and a rifle. ABRAHAM LEAR , very near the height of Richard Cox in much the same dress, has with him a bundle in a blanket, and a rifle. JOEL JOHNSON , a low well set him man, about 5 feet 5 or 6 inches high, wears his own hair and very large whiskers, full faced; had on a hunting shirt dyed black, fringed round the capes, ruffles, tail, and down the breast, belted with the skin of a rattle snake, and had with him a bundle in a blanket. The above reward, or FIVE DOLLARS for each, will be gived on their being apprehended and delivered to the commanding officer at Williamsburg , or to the commanding officer of the 7th Virginia regiment at the continental camp, and all reasonable expenses paid.
  (The Bertalino already called dibs on the rattlesnake belt and I have the red trunk already wrapped up in a blanket)

Sleeve Buttons 
Bridges took some furs and skins to Lexington where a Hatter had opened a shop. To him he sold the furs and a pair of silver sleeve buttons with the letter H engraved upon them. These buttons sent to Mrs Harrod she immediately  recognized them and said her husband had worn them off upon the last expedition upon his Linen hunting shirt.1793  (History of Kentucky Lewis Collins)

Leather Hunting shirt

RUN away, from the subscriber, on Sunday, the 12th of April last, on English convict servant men, named JOHN BAKER, about 20 years of age, about 5 feet 8 inches high, full faced, has short curly hair, and has lost the two fore fingers of the left hand: Had on, and took with him, when he went away, two hunting shirts , one of deer leather, the other of tow linen, two jackets, without sleeves, one blue cloth, the other white halfthick, a tow linen shirt , leather breeches, blanket leggings, grey woollen stockings, and middling good half soaled shoes. Whoever takes up and secures said servant in any of his Majestygoals, so that his masters may have him again, and gives information thereof to Mr. JOHN GRATTAN, Merchant, in Augusta county, near BreckGap, Virginia, shall have FIVE POUNDS, Pennsylvania currency, reward.April 12, 1772. JOHN THOMAS.
“June 20th.-Coburn arrived from Logan's, and says Burr Harrison, who was wounded the 30th of May, died of his wound on the 13th inst. Daniel Lyon, who parted with Glenn and Lard on Green river to go to Logan's fort, had not come in yet. A part of a leather hunting-shirt was found, which was thought to be his. Indi ans seen to-day, and much sign.  (cowans Journal)



Jervis cutler’s bad night
In 1789 he returned to Marietta, and aided in forming the settlement of Waterford, being one of the first associates, but did not long remain there. In the autumn of that year he joined a party of the Ohio Company land surveyors, not as a 'regular hand, but out of curiosity to see the country, who were running the east and west township lines of the fourteenth and fifteenth ranges, between the Big Hockhocking and Raccoon creek. It consisted of twelve men‘, of whom Daniel Mayo, of Boston, was one, and Benoni Hurlburt, afterward killed by the Indians, was the hunter.
 The following interesting sketch of his being lost in the woods, was taken from his own lips, about three years before his death, and is a specimen of the exposures to which the early settlers were all liable; Having quite a relish could find no signs of his trail. Just at night he met a fine bear, which he shot at and wounded. A small dog, now his only companion, gave it chase, but as the bear declined taking a tree, as they usually do, he soon gave up the pursuit. Finding that he was actually lost, he fired his gun several times, in hopes the party would hear it and answer his signal of distress.
 Night now rapidly approaching, he prepared to encamp, and selected a dead, dry beech-tree, the top of which was broken off about twenty feet from the ground, against which he kindled the fire. He laid down on some leaves before it, and being excessively tired, dropped into a sound sleep. The flame soon ran to the top of the dry beech, and a large flake of the burning wood, aided by the current of air, dropped on to the breast of his hunting-shirt, burning his skin severely. With some effort he succeeded in extinguishing his burning garment, and slept at intervals during the night. He rose at daylight, directing his course eastwardly, with the hope of striking the Hockhocking, which he knew lay in that direction.
All that day he traveled diligently, with the little dog by his side, without discovering the object of his search. . That night he encamped near a small a small stream of water, but without fire, as he dreaded a repetition of the last night’s accident; besides, he had nothing to cook for supper, and the weather was not cold. The night was passed quietly, with the little dog coiled up at his feet. The third morning he started early, and saw many signs of buffaloes, but no animals; and traveled all day without seeing any game.
 Toward evening the little dog, which seemed aware of his master’s necessities as well as his own, ranged either to the right or left of the course, in search of game; and toward night, barked vehemently at something he had discovered. Mr. Cutler hastened up to the spot in expectation of at least seeing a fat bear, but only found a little, poor, starved opossum. Thinking this better than no meat, he killed and dressed it, roasting it by his camp fire. A part of it was offered to the dog, but he declined partaking such poor fare, and his master consumed the whole of it. It was now three days since he left his companions, and this was his only meal.
 On the fourth morning, after a sound night’s sleep by his fire, he felt quite ' refreshed, and pushed manfully onward, as he thought on an easterly course, but doubtless making many deviations from a right line. Soon after getting under way, his faithful companion started up a flock. of turkeys, the sight of which greatly animated his spirits. His gun was soon leveled and discharged at one of the largest, not more than thirty feet distant. In the agitation and eagerness of the moment, he missed his mark, and the bird flew unharmed away, much to the chagrin of the little dog, which looked quite astonished and mortified at his master. His first impression was that his gun had been bent or injured, and would not shoot with any accuracy.
 Despair now succeeded to his recent joy, as he thought he must inevitably starve before he could escape from the woods. After shedding a few tears over his hopeless condition, and resting awhile on a log, he carefully wiped out his rifle and loaded it with great nicety. In the mean- time the turkeys had all disappeared but a solitary one, perched on the top of a high tree. He now rested his gun against the side of a tree, and taking deliberate aim, he fired once more, and to his great joy the turkey came tumbling to the ground.
 A fire was soon kindled, the feathers pulled, and the bird roasted on the coals. A hearty meal was then made, of which the little dog now readily partook. This food was the sweetest he had ever tasted, and put fresh courage into the Wanderers. The remains of the turkey were stowed away in the bosom of his hunting-shirt, and he pursued his solitary way more cheerfully. Soon after, in passing up a ridge, a fine deer came round the point of the hill, which he shot. From the skin of the animal he formed a kind of sack, which he slung to his shoulders, with strips of leatherwood bark, filled with the choicest pieces of the meat.
 He now traveled on quite cheerily, in which the little dog also participated, knowing he had food for several days, or until he could reach the settlements. That night he camped by the side of a little run, made a cheerful fire, roasted his venison, and ate his supper with a fine relish.’ After sleeping soundly, he awoke with renovated strength and spirits. This was now the fifth day of his wandering, and luckily, a little before noon, he came on to the Hockhocking, at a place which he at once recognized as being about a mile and a half below the point from which the surveying party had started out on their work.














Friday, May 8, 2020

Kentucky Clothes to celebrate Martin's Eve


               
Gotta make it
Jacket in Ct Historical society...style I'm going for
Pile of stuff from Burnley and Trowbridge...going to be Jacket and waistcoat or more fabric on the pile
Add this with the Hunting Shirt thesis and your in Bizzness

     Has anyone else been making figure 4 deadfall traps with laundry baskets to try and trap their daughters cat this week? Just me?  Of course that has led me to reread Mesuch Browning and start conspiring  with the Bertalino to build a bear trap just to see if I can (and not try to trap a bear btw that would be insane. Trap a big game animal with a possible radio collar, thats like robbing a bank with your name tag on) but it’d be fun and a great way to start a substantial lean to.

   SO since this is what would have been the weekend of Martin’s station I figured I’d toss out some martin’s type info. I’ve been skimming and scanning thru a lot of Backcountry clothing lately in an effort to try and find some new sewing projects and get a better idea of just how “back country” folks looked. Often to idea we want is off early folks doing and making everything on their own. A lot of times I hear arguments along the lines of “ I’m a hunter so I wouldn’t wear (insert garment here)” or “My grand father wore clothes made from old feed sacks” Which would be great if your grandfather was Simon Kenton but since this was more likely 20th century info it really doesn’t apply.

                So looking through some probabte inventories of folks who lived in 18th century Kentucky gives you a great idea of just what folks owned. The following lists are from the Filson Historical society Quarterly of probabte inventories as well as some random stuff I found some others I found online



Aprile 18th 1781. We Peter Demaria George Pomre [Pomeroy] & Arthur Parks, being apointed by the Court of Jefferson County Virginia, being duly Sworn, do apraisc the goods, chattels, & estate of John Westervell lately slain,

To a pair of shoes

To a handcrehief & Buckskin

To a roundbore gun

To an old Saddle

To an old shirt & Jacket

 To old buttons

To a small bag with bullets

a Coat

 To a great Coat

a blanket

To Powder Horn

6 pair stockings

To old Trowsers, & britches



Louisville Oet'r 15th 1781. IN obedience to an order of Jefferson Court to us directed we the Subscribed have inventoried & appraised the estate of James Brown deceased, and is as followeth

 To 3 yds blue broad cloth

 4• yds flannel

 To 3 yd white linnen

 4 doz brass buttons

 To pocket Compass

1 Brass Kettle

 To Small Pocket Knife

1 Knapsack

To pair old blue Overalls & flannel bag £ 30

, 1 pocket book

To pair Silver Sleeve buttons (old)

2 blankets

To Pair old long breeches



Louisville Oct 15th 1781

estate of Joseph Erwin deceasd & is as followeth-

To a Coat & waistcoat £ 250. an old blew Do 1 Do £ 50. £ 300 To Pocket book 6 £--Part of an old shirt £ 3 ......... 9 To old blanket 6/. 2 Bushels Salt £ 180• ............. 480.6 £ 789/6



Abraham Vanmetre deceasd December 4 1781

A Riffle gun, with mountaing 100/. 1 Riffle Do without box & some mountain £ 5

1 Steel trap 25



Feb 8 1783

Hugh MeCloughin

1 striped Cotton Coat £ 1.10  1 p thread stockings 16/

 1 Linnen handkerchief 10/

 1 p shoes & old stockings 6/

. 1 p leggins 3/

 1 Jacket & shirt 6/

August 20th 1783  estate of Robert Johnston -  (killed at blue Licks)

1 Virginia Cotton Coat a 17/6

1 striped Vest Ditto 12/

1 Pair Breeches Ditto 12/

1 pr Ditto 1/3 2

1 Pr spectacles 1/6

1 pr scissars 1/3

1. Razor & Case 1/3

 1 awl6d 1. Handvice 5/

1 gun Screw 6d ...............

 1 pr Bullett Moulds 2/

1 gun wiper Screw 1/3 .......................

 1 Charger 6d.

1 snuff box 6d.

 Flint soap & needles 2/

1 scalping Knive, 3/

1 cutteau  6d.

 1 pr garters 6d

1 pt Bottle 9d

 1 pr saddle Bags 15/

1 pr spurs 18/

. 1 shaving Box 4/6

                Ok so the next argument I know someone is thinking is this “I’ve seen refrences to the militia wearing leather hunting shirts and Bearskin caps? What about the guys with cresswell etc”

And I hear you it’s a memory from a person who saw these guys. But then what about Robert Johnson? He was killed at Blue licks and he very clearly wasn’t dressed like that. Does the first quote negate the second reference? To my mind the simple answer is no. Both are period references to clothes that help flesh out just what people dressed like. You need to keep adding info to your mental idea of how people dressed.  In my opinion you can’t keep yourself locked into the idea that a single quote from Charles Woodmason defines your entire outlook on the 18th century backcountry. Woodmason is awesome but until you combine him with archeology and period records you’re only getting a partial picture of an area/time. The same could be said of this info you need to add other information to it to round it out.

                This is akin to taking the description of the dress of Cresap’s men in Boston to justify John Adams wearing a breechclout. Sounds ridiculous doesn’t it?  Well you have a quote from the area of guys wearing “indian dress” And Adams was in the area so he must have dressed liked that? See two plus two equals weird. By ignoring all but one specific instance we can get a pretty Odd view of history. It would have made for a memorable scene in the HBO miniseries but I’m glad they opted out of it I don’t think anyone wants to see Paul Giamantti shirtless in a breechclout and covered in paint. Now if that was Nicholas cage it’d have been epically weird and awesome.

                You can also see in often used narratives like Doddridge that you can have both “we wove all our cloth” and the mention of the types of clothes found in the probate inventories of the time. He will state on one page that ““our clothing was all of domestic manufacture…” and mention home weaving but on another occasion states that “The shirt and Jacket were of the common fashion”. SO we can see from Doddridge the standard working class clothes of the time could be made from home woven Linsey Woolsey/linen/hemp. If homespun cloth is sewn into a jacket it won’t burst into flames despite what some folks would you believe.

                You can see if you followed a few of these lists you could put together a pretty basic kit to hit the woods with. So I’ve decided to start a “Kentucky Kit” after reading all these inventories using the Robert Johnson list as a jumping off point. I broke into my fabric stash and pulled out some killer Linsey Woolsey I’ve been hoarding I bought from Burnley and Trowbridge years ago. I ordered some of their Virginia cloth to line it and have decided to use some horn buttons on it. I’ve also picked up some linen stripe material from B&T since the  inventories show a striped vest and well I really need a new waistcoat. My favorite jackets are getting pretty worn and funky. I’m tired of looking like a suspicious person (I have a traders license dangit!)

                Please don’t take this as a “wear a jacket not a hunting shirt” stance, Hunting shirts are super common in the period info. I’m seeing from the few examples I’ve been going through (and into the 19th century probates) the Kentucky stuff matches a trend I’ve seen in central/western Pennsylvanian   that You don’t really see hunting shirts listed. We know they wore them, they sound common from letters/observations/etc but they don’t make it into their stuff listed when they die. Even looking at the prices of shirts listed doesn’t always point towards a price difference enough that may point towards a hunting shirt (adding the extra cloth etc). Again this is part of adding the probate stuff to the other info  to flesh it all out.

                On A side note I was able to pick up a new book on shirt construction “The 18th century Shirt c. 1750s-1780s: A manual for the 18th Century Shirt Maker” by Larkin & Smith. This book is a must for anyone thinking of trying hand sewing a shirt (and give ya the basics for making a hunting shirt) A lot of tips and tricks to take the mystery out of making a shirt. If you can thread a needle you can sew a shirt. My friend Alan Krause gave me some great advice when I started making nonnative gear “If you learn how to sew a shirt and trousers, you can make any clothes you’d need to wear”

 The book and other great stuff at “The Sign of the golden scissors” https://atthesignofthegoldenscissors.com/

Another great resource is the Pitt University Digital collection. A LOT of great books to read all the classis from Doddridge to the Jesse Hughes stuff.


Burnley and Trowbridge great source for Virginia cloth and all kinds of great fabric, workshops , tutorials etc. Mamma & Pappa Cloth knows their stuff


                So now back to sewing, or setting laundry basket traps We’ll see where my attention span takes me.