Showing posts with label Blue Licks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blue Licks. Show all posts

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!

Faces of the Frontier

I have just returned from the Faces of the Frontier held at Blue Licks in Kentucky, where, on Saturday evening, I gave a medical lecture to interested parties that had gathered there. Below you may see some of said lecture:

Performing the removal of a musket ball upon a wounded man.

We discuss the amputation of the arm just prior to the procedure...

Applying the mechanical tourniquet to slow the flow of blood to the injured limb.
The mother acts as surgeon's mate and steadies her child.

Many a patient loses their courage upon first viewing the capital amputation blade.

The Battle of Blue Licks pt 2

FTER noticing the large group that had gather'd round, I demonstrated the removal of a musket ball to the shoulder, and even the Trephine on the young lad who had come from the crowd to act as 'Patient'. They seemed genuinely interested and stood in the hot sun to watch as I finished up with the boy. I took questions at the end and sent the boy on his way with his family, none the worse for wear.

I had scarecly finished and was walking down the hill when miss Reasoner found me. Her manner of dress was different from the night before when I had met her, and I did not recognize her. She inform'd me that she was still willing to style my poor wig, but that she would not be at her leisure to do so until later that afternoon, that I should find her again then.

Reports went up that Indians had been spotted on the other side of the Licking River. Colonel Todd called a council and asked mr. Boone for his opinion. Boone advised his fellow officers that the Indians were trying to draw them into an ambush.

Major McGary, apparently eager to prove that he was not a coward urged an immediate attack. He mounted his horse and rode across the ford in the river, shouting, "Them that ain't cowards, follow me." Men began to follow, as did the officers, who hoped to at least make an orderly attack. "We are all slaughtered men," said Boone as they crossed the river.

Once across, they advanced up the hill, Todd and McGary in the center, Trigg on the right, Boone on the left. As Boone had suspected, Capt. Caldwell's force (leading the Butler's Rangers, an English force) was waiting on the other side of the hill, concealed in ravines. Although the British army under Lord Cornwallis had surrendered at Yorktown in October 1781, the war on the western frontier raged on.

As the militia reached the summit, the Indians opened fire with devastating effect. After only five minutes, the center and right of the Kentuckee line gave way; only Boone's men on the left managed to push forward. Todd and Trigg, easy targets on horseback, were quickly shot down.

The Militia began to flee wildly back down the hill, fighting hand-to-hand with the Indians who had flanked them. McGary rode up to Boone's company and told him that everyone was retreating and that Boone was now surrounded. Boone gathered his men for a withdrawal. He grabbed a riderless horse and ordered his son, Israel Boone, to mount and make an escape. Israel refused to leave his father, however, and was shot through the neck as Daniel searched for another horse. Boone saw that his son's wound was mortal, mounted the horse, and fled.




Upon word of the retreat, I broke camp, putting my instruments away into the blue box as quickly as I could. Once stow'd, I paid my respects to the Scot and Mr. D, left the Parson's table where I knew they would be able to find it again, jotted a quick note for mr. Moore and made haste for the Tennasee region.

Miss Reasoner offered me a bit of sanctuary and styled and cut my wig for me before I mounted up again and returned to the Cumberland Settlements and my home.

The land I travelled to and from the Licking River area was spectacularly beautiful. Green hills that roll'd along the landscape, swift moving rivers that cut deep valleys betwixt those hills, and game in great numbers. Why, I could hardly cast my eye to the left or right without gazing upon some manner of beast.

Upon my return home I came to discover that the black sealing wax I ordered from the sutler in Naples had finally arrived, allowing me to conclude a small bit of business with Capt. Johnson at Shoenbrunn Village.

Next, I shall travel North again to attend the Fair at New Boston. I look especially forward to the event this year, as I understand that in addition to the music and dancing, I will also be able to purchase copies of the New Boston Gazette, and attend a new play entitled "She Stoops to Conquer". It sounds to be a good bit of diversion after a fairly hard fought and bloody few months.

A full listing of their merchants, artisans and entertainers, as well as the Bill of Fare can be found in their rather detail'd advertisement.

The Battle of Blue Licks

TRAVELLED up into Kentuckee, along the Licking River and set up shop for a time among the pioneers at Tanner's Station, in the Year of our Lord seventeen hundred and eighty two.

That evening, upon my arrival Parson John introduced me to miss Reasoner, who very kindly offered to fix and style my poor wig. It has been a dog's age without the proper care, and has begun to look like a dead animal upon my head. I gladly accepted her offer, and she told me to call upon her the next day to have it done.

I stayed the night with mr. Jas. Moore and we talked for a long time on a multitude of subjects. He informed me that his physician has him on some new physick, and that it seems to be agreeing with him. I did notice that his health seemed much improved from our past few conversations, he seemed quite his jovial old self, shewing me his latest batch of freshly bound Bibles. He regail'd me with tales of the materials used in each copy, the papers and the leathers, stitching and the like. His skill has improved greatly, and it shews in these, his latest editions.

I slept well, and we awoke early to share a breakfast of eggs and bacon. We talked of forted stations and our plans for travel for the coming months.

Fair at New Boston
September 5-6

Trade Faire at Fort Loudoun
Sept. 12-13

Koh-Koh-Mah
September 19 & 20

Ft. Boonesborough, KY
September 25-27

Historic Rock Castle
October 3 & 4

Fort Loudoun
Garrison Weekend
October 10-11

Traveller's Rest
October 15-16

Schoenbrunn Village Trade Fair
October 17 & 18

History Festival
October 23-24

Market Fair at Locust Grove
October 24th & 25th

After breakfast, I found a shady spot and set up the table loan'd to me by Parson John and was later loan'd a small stool by another fellow. I laid out all my tools and instruments and sat, reading my 1734 edition of the Poor Planter's Physician. It is vanity I suppose, that keeps me from wearing my spectacles, so I held up my magnifying glass so as to be able to better read the print. I was just beginning the section on Consumptive Coughs, when I looked up and noticed how out of the way I was. I would never get any business so far away from the main flow of ye publick.

I walked up the hill and introduced myself to the people in the tent right by the main entry, a Scot whose name I cannot at the moment recall, and a free man with a great beard, (I only assume he was a free man, as he did not seem to answer to any present.) whose name began with a D. I really am rubbish with names, please gentle reader, always assume that I have forgotten your name and reintroduce yourself to me from time to time... there really is SO much to think about, I just haven't the time to devote to remembering the multitude of names put to me!

The Scot and mr. D. very graciously allowed me to set up in front of their tent in a shady spot, as the day had begun to grow wretched hot. I made inquiries for miss Reasoner with several people, but none knew her whereabouts. My poor wig would have to go unfix'd a while longer.

I encountered mr. Daniel Boone and his older brother Squire, and listened as the younger gave a talk that detailed some of his adventures in Kentuckee. I stayed for near on an hour, longer than I had intended, but his tales were of such interest, I could not help but neglect my business.


mr. Boone talks to the crowd.

Shortly after noon, I was offered a great slice of watermelon by mr. J. Blackerby, who held it in his hand and cut it with his sword. My piece was so large that I offered half of it to the Scot. I used my caitlin knife to slice off small pieces that I could fit in my mouth, and the Scot and I took turns spitting the seeds as far as we could like when I was a boy.

I demonstrated to good crowds of publick, once, as I demonstrated the finer points of amputation of the humerus on one of the young lads in attendance, I looked up and was surprised by how many people were standing and watching. There were very nearly fifty of them! 

"Ye gods," I declared as I paused with the capital saw, the boy's arm cinched up in the tourniquet, "Where did YOU all come from?"

...to be continued...