Jim Hardie recently shared with us his family Indian Story…
“My Grandfather who was born in 1881 told a story passed down from his mother’s family; the Wehman’s. His grandmother or great-grandmother lived in a cabin near Burnstown. This was during the time when groups of Indians would come through the area. Normally they did not have contact with the settlers but every once in a while they did! His ancestor was extremely afraid of them.
One day there was a knock on the door. When she opened it there stood a group of Indians. They were polite and made known that they would like to borrow a cooking pot to cook their meal. She had a big iron pot which she loved to use and grudgingly let them borrow it. They thanked her and turned to walk to the creek bank to prepare their meal.
It was then she noticed the dog they had on a rope and which was to be the main course. The deed was done; the meal was made and eaten. The group took her treasured pot down to the water and scoured it with gravel and sand returning it to her with their thanks.
For years that old pot could be seen in the corner of the garden plot where it was placed as soon as the group of Indians were out of sight, never to be used again.”