THE northern part of this township reaches up within a few miles of the county seat, and has highways of easy
grade that lead by the valleys of Whiteley Creek to the navigable waters of the Monongahela River. It has, consequently,
had access to good markets from its earliest settlement. This advantage is shown by the stimulus it has given to
agricultural pursuits, throughout all its borders. Few townships in the county can show farms under better tillage,
the stock more intelligently bred, and the homes of the inhabitants more tasteful and comfortable.
The surface is rolling and well watered by Whiteley Creek and Dyer's Fork. It is bounded on the north by Franklin
and Jefferson, on the east by Greene, on the south by Perry, and on the west by Wayne and Franklin. In the southern
portion of the township, at the forks of Whiteley Creek, is the village of Newtown, which is supplied with mills
and the usual places of business, and a Methodist Episcopal Church is located here. Secretary Black's report of
1854 shows this township to have eight schools and 274 pupils; by the report of 1887 it is seen to have nine schools
and 255 pupils, which would seem to indicate that the families are more diminutive in size now than a third of
a century ago. The board of directors for the current year is constituted as follows: Dr. C. C. Conway, President;
M. C. Brant, Secretary; John Meighen, James Hatfield, John Cowell, and Thomas Mooney.
The early settlers of this township endured the privations of frontier life, and the terror inspired by Indian
savagery. When Dr. McMillan, the eminent Presbyterian divine, came to this section, there was little comfort in
the home life of the people, and he began life among them in as simple a way as the humblest to whom he ministered.
He says: "When I came to this country, the cabin in which I was to live was raised, but there was no roof
on it, nor any chimney nor floor. The people, however, were very kind, and assisted me in preparing my house, and
on the 16th of December I removed into it. But we had neither bedstead nor tables, nor stool, nor chair, nor bucket.
All these things we had to leave behind us; as there was no wagon road at that time over the mountains, we could
bring nothing but what was carried on pack horses. We placed two boxes on each other, which served us for a table,
and two kegs answered for seats, and having committed ourselves to God in family worship, we spread a bed on the
floor, and slept soundly till morning. The next day a neighbor came to my assistance. We made a table and a stool,
and in a little time had everything comfortable about us."
One of the most thrilling incidents in early pioneer life was that of Experience Bozarth. Mr. Evans gives the following
description of it in his Centennial papers:
"In the spring of 1779 we find her living in a cabin in the lower part of the valley of Dunkard Creek. That
it was on Dunkard Creek, and in Greene County there is no historic event more positive. But the exact locality,
which did we know, would add much to the interest of the story, is not recorded, nor is there any tradition to
my knowledge on the subject at all. All accounts speak of her as a lone woman. She is designated as Mrs. Experience
"About the middle of March there was an alarm of Indians. Besides hers, there were but two or three cabins
in the neighborhood. For some reason, either because her cabin afforded the best wall of defence, or because she
was such a fearless creature, the neighbors fearing to stay at home all assembled at her house, and were abiding
there presuming that in union there was strength.
"After the lapse of some days, when the fears of an attack had begun to subside and a feeling of comparative
security was being restored, and the vigilance against surprise had consequently been relaxed, at a moment When
there were but two men in the house, some of the children of the various families ran in from their play in much
alarm, crying, Ugly red men! Ugly red men!' Upon one of the men stepping to the door he received a ball in the
side of the breast, which caused him to fall back on the floor. The Indian who shot him sprang in over his prostrate
body, and grappled with the remaining white man. The white man threw him on the bed and called for a knife with
which to despatch him, and Experience answered that call by seizing an axe and splitting out the brains of the
intruding savage. At the same instant another Indian entered the door and shot dead the man who was engaged with
the Indian on the bed. Weilding again the fatal axe, Experience Bozarth disemboweled that Indian on the spot, who
bawled, 'Murder! murder!' Immediately several others of the party who had been engaged in slaughtering children
in the yard came to his relief, and one of them thrusting his head in at the door had it cleft in twain by a murderous
stroke of Mrs. Bozarth's axe. At the same time another having caught hold of the disemboweled' Indian, and drawn
him out of the way, Mrs. Bozarth, with the, aid of the man who had somewhat recovered from his wound in the breast,
shut the door and fastened it against the besieging savages. Repeated attempts were made by the Indians to break
into the house, but our heroine and her companion by their bold determination and vigilant, heroic exertions, held
fast the door and defended every entrance for several days, till a party came from the neighboring settlements
and drove the Indians away.