The Raid at Martin's

2011, My Colonial Year in Pictures

The Doctor wears a soldier's uniform to march in the Jan. parade for Gov. Haslam

The Doctor's eldest daughter with her new Governess at Martin's Station in May

Preparing to amputate during a talk at Boonesborough in Feb.

Another amputation at

Taking a break outside the cabin at Martin's Station, May.

A snippet from the Tennessean website about the gathering at Fort Nashboro in July

Yet another amputation at Fort Nashboro in July.

The Doctor attempts to shield the Governess during the Long Run Massacre in September

The Doctor gives another medical chat at Bethabara

The Doctor seems to be having a disagreement over the number of something...

A demonstration of the proper shape of the cranium at Bethabara.

The poster produced by Hatch Show Print in Nashville for the Nashboro event.

Another successful year for the Doctor! Onward to more adventures!

The Raid in images, part II

Molly, the Doctor's Daughter.

The battle is on!

Molly, kidnapped!

After standing and walking for prolong'd periods, I soaked my feet to get some relief. By Lucy R.

After the first attack by the Indians, the settlers stay close to the station.

After 8pm, the natives attack again. By Ken Bentley

The Militia fires a volley as the sun sets. By Ken Bentley

Thanks to everyone who shared their fantastic images with me, and generally helped to make the trip to Martin's a fantastic experience for myself, the girls AND the Governess.

Additional images may be found in Mr & Mrs Cumming's journal.

The Raid at Martin's Station in images

Our little house upon the frontier. By Ken Bentley

The flowers I pick'd in the field and placed on the shelf. By Ken Bentley

Lucy and her Governess seated outside the cabin. By Ken Bentley

Paying a visit to the Martin Cabin. By Ken Bentley

A gathering at Brice Martin's Home. By Ken Bentley

Molly threatens with a piece of cane she's found. By Lucy R.

The view up the hill. By Lucy R.

Notices posted on the door of the Common House. By Lucy R.

The Girls playing 'graces' with the neighbor. By Lucy R.

A gathering of neighbours. By Ken Bentley

Rose and Sophia kidnapped!

The Doctor's daughters and their Governess taken prisoner.

The natives discuss what to do with their captives. By Russ Young

There is discussion of 'marrying off' the poor Governess. By Russ Young

Her fate, unknown...

Meanwhile, at the station, the Doctor tends the wounded. By Amy Johnson

The Surgeon's Mate. By Amy Johnson

Surgery upon the wounded. By Amy Johnson

To be continued...

The Raid at Martin's video

A return to Martin's Station

A grim reminder of the dangers that await upon ye frontier.

N a few week's time I shall return to the Powell Valley and Martin His Station in Virginia amongst rumors of unrest between the settlers and the Cherokee. Again I have received no word from Capt. Joseph Martin himself, although I have recently decided that he is not very good about returning correspondence. He is a busy man and can not be faulted this one flaw.

This year, circumstance would dictate that my daughters will be joining me on this adventure to the Cumberland Gap. I am fortunate that I have recently retain'd a governess to care for them while I undoubtedly ply my trade.

Capt. Logan on horseback.

Attempts have also been made to communicate with Capt. Logan, to no avail. I camp'd with Capt. Logan's unit last year and have found him to be a most amiable and generous fellow.

I shall be honest when I say that war with the Cherokee seems imminent. If you have read my journal before, you will recall then, dear Reader, that I have been placed in dangerous circumstances in the past. I have no doubt that this will be another in a long string of such events. You might recall some of my experiences with the Cherokee... I have been distrustful of them since that fateful day in August of '60 at old Fort Loudoun.

As has always been my custom in days past, I shall keep my journal up in ye field and transcribe it here for you, my dear friends, upon the occasion of my return.

I will bid you all farewell for the time being, and should I not be so fortunate as to return home again, know that I most sincerely wish you all health and success; and shall always be, with great respect, dear Friends,

Your most affectionate & obt. servant,

The Doctor

N.B. Whenever your leisure will permit, it will always give me the greatest pleasure to be informed of your welfare.

The Raid at Martin's Station

I laid out in the shade with my wig and boots off for a time to cool off. I would never have done so had I suspected anyone might espy me. The book is a Treatise on the treatment of Wounds and Fractures. I still have on my leather apron from a long day.

image by Harold Jerrell

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