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Lewis Hume

Lewis Hume

Male 1793 - 1875  (82 years)

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  • Name Lewis Hume 
    Born 8 Aug 1793  Fayette, Kentucky Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Gender Male 
    Died 23 Dec 1875  Sullivan, Indiana Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Buried Indian Prairie Cemetery, Bucktown, Sullivan, Indiana Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Person ID I6832  Yatesville History & Genealogy
    Last Modified 9 Jun 2010 

    Family Mary Roberts,   b. 1796, Cass, Indiana Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 15 Sep 1873, Sullivan, Indiana Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 77 years) 
    Children 
     1. Joseph Connel Hume,   b. 25 Aug 1835, Dearborn, Indiana Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 20 Feb 1904, Ripley, Missouri Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 68 years)
    Last Modified 8 Oct 2021 
    Family ID F3410  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

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    • The Biography of Lewis Hume

      Lewis Hume, son of Rev. George Hume. Grandson of William Hume, and great grandson of Sir George Hume, the immigrant was the youngest surviving son of George Hume, a soldier in the Virginia State Troops in the War for Independence and his wife Elizabeth Proctor, daughter of Hezekiah Proctor and granddaughter of George C. Proctor of Fredericksburg. Lewis Hume was born 8 Aug 1793, in the old house still standing in Kenton County, Kentucky. He spent his childhood here among the Indians, and in the later days of his life, it was his custom to sit for hours recounting the tales of the Kentucky frontier from his own life, and of the Revolutionary War which he had from his grandfather who died at his father's house, when Lewis was 16 years old. in 1809.

      When Lewis Hume was a small lad he learned to love the woods and used to roam for hours over the knobs and hills of Kentucky, in company with an old Indian, who had taken up his residence on the hill where the Hume graveyard is now located. This old Indian loved the pale faced lad as his own and taught him to speak the native language, which he spoke fluently until he died. When a child, Hume was exceedingly fair skinned, hair and eyes almost white as marble, caused him to be an object of superstitious reverence among the Indians. It is said of him that once after the death of his mother he was sent to a spring for a short distance from the house to fetch some water in a large gourd used for that purpose, when he was stolen by a roving band of Indians and carried to their camp near Long Run. The child's father was not at home and it was three miles to the nearest house, and the oldest person was a sister named Anna, afterward married to Edward Stevens. She had in her arms a babe of a few weeks, left motherless only a short time before and got sick unto death at that time. Frantic with despair she supposed the little brother to be lost to the family forever. A day and a night passed and still the child did not return nor could any tidings be learned of him. A second and a third day passed when just as morning dawned on the fourth day the old Indian, footsore and weary, slowly dragged his aged limbs up to the stockade in which the cabin stood, un-slung a burden from his back, deposited it quietly on the floor and untying the deer skin cover, gave back to the sister the sleeping child, alive, well but completely naked. He stooped and gently awakened the child, caressingly patted the white hair of the lad and spoke to him in the pale-face tongue, the words: "Poor little papoose, his momma gone way up."

      This sympathy for the child caused by the loss of his mother whose grave was so near the Indian's cabin had been the cause for this deed of heroism, the equal of which is seldom written in the annals of the most civilized nation. Another instance of generosity of this selfsame savage is worthy of more than I shall have space to give it. It is said that a few weeks after the facts just narrated that the elder Hume was away from home visiting among his Virginia neighbors, where he and two older children had gone to drive home some cattle when the river rose and blockaded the way for twenty-one days. During the entire time of the father's absence, the sister Anna and three small children, Agnes age six, whose after history is unknown, Lewis the subject of this sketch, aged four years and a baby of three months were entirely alone. Scarcely had the children been left alone and they were attacked by a band of wolves which had been driven to the hills by the high water and all the store of provisions destroyed and the lives of the helpless children saved with great difficulty. Anna was an expert with a rifle and on the day following that, killed a large turkey, using the last remaining charge of powder. This supply was soon gone and one night, on the twelfth after the departure of the father, the babe sickened with the croup and died, and lay unburied in the house nine days until the return of the father.

      During all this time, the family was kept supplied with food by the generosity of the old Indian who came every day and threw large pieces of venison over the stockade into the yard. I remember as a child I often heard my grandfather over 80 years old, tell these tales to his grandchildren, and as often as he told them or mentioned the name of his sister, his eyes filled with tears. The reader will note that with sadness this noble hearted savage met a tragic death when over 100 years old. In 1800 the elder Hume and Lewis his son, found the stiffened corpse of the old Indian alone in the woods, murdered and scalped and be it said to their credit that they gathered his mangled body, made a crude coffin and laid the old hero to rest among their own sainted dead in the little graveyard, over which he had watched for so long, and that today, after a lapse of a hundred years during which his deeds live on, the fine old red mans bone's rest in one of the twenty or more unmarked graves, which one we shall never know till the great day shall come, when some who have had better chances will come forth to a sadder doom.

      In 1799 when Lewis was six years old the father took for his second wife Miss Susan "Sooky" Hutcherson and it seems that her lot as step-mother was not strewn with flowers. The boys of the family were true sons of the forest, brought up to the freedom of the open woods and fields. they, and especially the one of whom we write refused to obey the gentle words of the new mother, and at the age of nine he was apprenticed to a tanner where he remained three years, but being unable any longer to endure the hardships of such a life, and longing for the freedom of his native hills, he ran away when he was not yet twelve years old and joined a camp of surveyors of which his Uncle Elzephan Hume was a member and became an ax-man, chainman and scout, always doing his full part as a man. He remained with these people until he was seventeen years old, traveling in that capacity over a great part of Indiana. He was at Fort Knox Indiana in 1804, at Tippecanoe in 1810, the day after the battle he assisted in burying the dead and returned with Harrison to Vincennes. The famous twelve mile strip, granted by the Kickapoo Indians to the settlers was part of his labors.

      The author remembers once as a child to have crossed that line in the company of his grandfather and to have been told that he assisted in surveying this line before he was grown (65 years before). In 1812 the president issued a call for two companies of troops to go to Canada, and join Commodore Perry. These companies were quickly raised and instead of 200 men, 800 volunteered. The two hundred being chosen from the ranks of the Kentucky Scouts. Col. William Ellis was elected Captain, Hume and one of his cousins from Madison County, Ky., joined as privates and went with Ellis to Canada, but arriving at Malden about the time of Perry's famous battle on Lake Erie were not sent to the front as the destinies of war were fought out and won by the intrepid commander before they could be put into commission. Hume remained with his command at Malden, Canada during the year 1812-13 and was mustered out in January. He started in February to his home in Kentucky, the distance all of which he made on foot, swimming swollen streams amidst floating ice. He lost all his pay, in an adventure of this kind on the Maumee River. The stream was swollen to a mile in extent. Hume tied his belongings and money between two poles and attempted to swim with them across the stream but lost his money, clothes, discharge and all in the water while battling with floating ice. He however reached home safely and spent two more years with the Scouts in southern Indiana.

      In 1815 he (Lewis Hume) came home to Kentucky, married Sallie Sleete, a daughter of Weeden Sleete, and niece of the wife of his uncle Elza, as Elzephan Hume was called. He settled on a farm in Boone County and lived there until a son was born, the wife and mother died when the child was only eleven days old. Accounts of her death are current as told by Grandmother Hume, second wife, who was present, are that Sally, the first wife, died from drinking water from a poisoned spring. Her father died from the same cause on the same day. The story goes that the family had been drinking water from a spring near the house and that on this occasion some suspicious persons were seen near the spring, but no danger was anticipated until father and daughter had sickened, then some young horses had sickened and died. The father who was sick when the daughter died, arose from the bed, went across the room, stood by the bedside for a few minutes, then to the door as one moved from on high delivered a discourse of such strength and power that a great religious awakening started from it. When he had finished he bestowed his parting blessings upon the assembled audience, crossed the room, lay down upon the bed from which he had risen, and in a few moments was dead. This is the story told by my grandmother who was an eye witness. It is also said that on the death of this daughter and father, another and last child was born only an hour later and she was named in honor of the sister Sally who lay dead under the same roof. The record in the Hume Bible is as follows, "Sary Hume, deceased July 26, 1817. Lewis Hume married a year later to Mary "Polly" Roberts of Verona, Kentucky. After the second marriage they lived in Kentucky until 1832 when they emigrated to Dearborn County, Indiana where the younger children were born.

      While here Hume had a narrow escape from a tragic death. Several young animals had disappeared from his corrals and one morning after a fine colt had been killed, he started to locate the miscreant and strangely enough carried his rifle with only one charge of powder and no shot. He had not gone far when he came upon an immense brown bear lying down to rest after his night's repast. Mister Bruin resented the hunter's intrusion with a show of fight. Retreat was impossible as the bear was a better runner than the hunter. So nothing was to be done but fight, and hastily pouring a charge of powder into his rifle, he discovered he had no balls, so he cut a plug from the wooden ramrod of his gun and fired with such precision into Mr. Bruin's mouth as to lay him dead at the feet of the hunter. This was one of his favorite stories and occurred on a little Creek called Laugherty in Dearborn County, Indiana. From Dearborn county, Hume emigrated with his brother Aquilla to Rush County, Indiana in 1836 and settled at Moscow. Here he remained and reared his family, and after several of his children had married he moved to Jasper County, Illinois, in 1854, and from thence in 1860 to Sullivan County, Indiana. He settled within one mile of the scene of his early work as scout and surveyor, in Jefferson Twp., Sullivan County, Indiana. He died Dec 23, 1875 and was buried in Indian Prairie Baptist Church yard. His wife Polly Roberts Hume predeceased him about four years. She died September 15, 1873. A neat marble shaft marks their graves.

      (The above story was written by Dr. John Robert Hume, grandson of Lewis Hume, in his book "History of the Hume Family", published 1903. Ruth Flack McKnight did additional research on the Hume family and her comments on this biography can be found at: http://www.rootsweb.com/~kyboone/humebio.htm Additional Hume information can be found at the following web sites: http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~hume/ http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.c om/~humefamily )