Whose foresight, bravery and woodland skill Boyd was a youngster of the yeoman type, Gladly he listened to the task assigned To take a score of men and make his way, Reporting to the army left behind Just where the looked for Indian village lay. Out in the dusk he led his little band, A tried Oneida showing them the trail, In border warfare, and at break of day No sign of life save lodge fires burning free. The scouts presuming this the looked for town, To breakfast, and a needed rest to court. While resting thus, one private Murphy, saw On impulse he his trusty piece did draw And made a kill before his hand was stayed. The victim's fellow darted quick away With sinuous doublings like a startled deer And disappearing through the forest gray Boyd knew he now had deepest cause for fear. Murphy securing his victim's scalp and gun Then notched his gun stock, saying "seventeen." Sure they were in jeopardy Boyd ordered a retreat Back to the army camped Eight miles away, A wilderness between And a foe both strong and fleet Straining to head them off lusting to slay. On sped the little band threading the path Swiftly and silently Coolly and steady, Bound to elude the red foeman's wrath Fingers on trigger guards every man ready, Safely they traveled six miles of the distance, Hope sprang afresh In the hearts of these boys. They would soon meet the pickets There would be no resistance "Hurrah! we're near camp with its safety and joys." The trail was now trending down into the valley On toward the stream that fed the bright lake, They sauntered along with no thought of a rally When a volley of rifles the forest did wake. A dozen young fellows some dead and some wounded, Went down at that fire on green Groveland hill, The survivors discovered that they were surrounded 'Twas each man for himself "cut your way with a will." Just seven reached camp how they did was a wonder Boyd, and Parker a sergeant, both captive were made, The foe scalped the dead and securing the plunder Back to Littlebeardstown a swift march was made. To Brandt the great chieftain the young men were taken And safety was promised to Boyd by the sign Of the order that ne'er leaves a brother forsaken But holds all it's members in friendship benign. A call from a courier led Brandt from the village, When Butler the Tory took Boyd's case in hand Incensed and chagrined at Sullivan's pillage He brutally questioned and made a demand, That the captives should tell him the army's intention, Give the number of men, of cannon, of horse, And, failing to tell there'd be no intervention Twixt them and the stake without slightest remorse. Thay-en-dan-egea's promise gave Boyd full reliance, Not the least information could Butler obtain, His questions and threats were met with defiance, And the proud Tory leader repeated again His warning to give up the scouts to his warriors Who thirsted for vengeance and longed for the chance To wreak on the captives those fierce primal horrors The stake and the faggot the death song and dance. Boyd and Parker still clung to the hope of protection With confidence born of the heyday of youth Their patriot blood likewise felt the injection Of fealty to country to comrades, to truth. True to his nature, to his threatenings true The waiting red men with triumphant shouts And made their torture song their funeral dirge. They met their death (and such a death) This was the end of Sullivan's campaign, It marked an epoch in our nation's life, Peace on the border quietly did reign, And chance was given for the greater strife. When peace at last spread cut her generous wings O'er all the nation, a republic free, Back came these men of war with wives and household things And settled in this country of the Genesee. Today their prosperous descendants make A virile host, a power in the land, The Seneca is gone, but sweet Conesus lake Is just the same, with hills, and woods, and strand. As when, upon that bright September morn TOWN REPORTS AVON Mr. President and Members of the Society: Henry Thomas Buckle teaches that history is not a collection of dates, names of battles or names of generals. He also teaches that battles, kings, law-makers, writers and founders of religion, are more or less accidental products of the human race, and that all power is in the current of human thought and ambition. Heretofore, I have taken much pride in making record of the biggest accomplishments of Avon, such as electrifying the railroad, building shops and factories, erecting school houses, bank buildings, roadway and railway bridges over the river, and other large structures, but have paid very little attention to "the current of human thought and ambition" of the people of my community. It is now generally agreed that those physical agents by which the human race is most powerfully influenced, are climate, soil, food and the general aspect of nature, and the more excellent those agents in a given land or territory, the more prosperous and happy must the people become, and the more enlightened and refined must be their civilization. Avon has all those agents in a large degree. Its climate, not being exceedingly hot nor exceedingly cold, and the air salubrious, the result is a decidedly vigorous and energetic people imbued with an ambition to do and to achieve something worth while. It being in the very center of the Genesee and Dunkirk series of soils capable of sustaining the widest range of farming industry of any soil in western New York and adapted to the production of food cattle, hay, wheat, oats, beans, peas, apples, peaches, pears, plums, cabbage, celery, lettuce, onions and about every other vegetable, with highly intelligent, up-to-date, enterprising and efficient farmers, the soil is all that could be desired, and the production of a large per cent. of lifesustaining food value is assured. It is recognized by celebrated travelers and careful and competent observers that Avon is one of the beauty-spots of the Genesee Valley. With its wide slope to the river, its great, handsome trees, groves and strips of woods, broad fields, rippling brooks, romantic glens, elegant drives, delightful prospect across and up and down the valley, and its splendid sunsets, "the general aspect of nature" is such as to powerfully influence my people for the largest activities of life and for the greatest good. In addition to those activities along the different lines of life that |