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The Two Graves

BY HAROLD THOMAS BECK

We take for granted the history–rich area in which we live. The story "The Two Graves" first appeared in the Mountain Laurel Review in November 1994. It is the story of the two tombstones located on Route 321 between Kane and Marshburg. The story makes reference to Larry Ely as being one of my major sources for history because of his age and vivid memory. We have since lost Larry, and with him that source of information before the building of the Allegheny Reservoir and the Kinzua Dam. The loss of a good friend like Larry is always a bitter loss, but the loss of his knowledge and the feelings he was able to relate to us regarding the past is one that is irreplaceable.

The Ely family was one of many who were displaced by the building of the hated dam. They watched their farm along the Sugar Run become flooded and then covered by the waters that were being held back so Pittsburgh could become a boaters’ paradise. As the waters covered their farm, it also covered the town of Morrison and Kinzua Creek. Both areas are rich in history. Sugar Run and the flats along it where it joined the Allegheny River was once the place where Chief Cornplanter successfully defended his people from British, Mohawk and American attacks. His people lived there long before the white men, and when the Morrison family first came to the area in the 1790s, it was Chief Cornplanter who allowed them to settle along Kinzua Creek. The Morrison family and their descendants would live in the area even to this day all because of that first friendship with the Great Chief Cornplanter.

As Larry Ely and I drove 321 and I did the double take at the sight of the graves, Larry told me what he knew.

"There’s a descendant of the Morrison family buried there along with a young boy. They aren’t related. They’re just buried together for one reason or another."

James Morrison, I would find, was one of the original settlers of this area. He traveled up the Allegheny River from Pittsburgh in the late 18th Century through what was at that time still hostile Indian territory. The treaty between Pennsylvania and the Seneca Nation was still not a reality when he chose a site along the Brokenstraw to settle. That was in the summer of 1790, and when the aged Chief appeared with 20 or so warriors, Morrison wisely put his best foot forward. He presented the Chief with a newly forged flintlock and a shining new knife. Cornplanter accepted the gifts and allowed Morrison to stay.

Their friendship grew and the chief invited his friend to his camp often. When spring floods washed away Morrison’s cabin and drowned his livestock, Cornplanter invited his friend to occupy an area of fertile land several miles from his own town located up the Kinzua Creek. With Cornplanter’s help he would rebuild at the new site. This would become the location of the town of Morrison.

The Morrison family thrived in the fertile valley. Floods did not affect it as they had on the Brokenstraw. The surrounding hills were teaming with game, and as he slowly cleared the land, he was successful at growing crops.

Samuel Morrison was a direct descendant of James Morrison. When the Civil War broke out he enlisted in the 12th Pennsylvania Cavalry. The 12th Pennsylvania fought in the second battle of Antietam, at Manassas and at Gettysburg. As the Confederate forces retreated from their defeat at Gettysburg, the 12th Pennsylvania Cavalry was part of the pursuing Union Army. In 1864 and 1865 it saw action in and around Richmond. During the final battles of the war Samuel was wounded and hospitalized.

Army field hospitals were barbaric at their best. Infection was a certainty if you survived the initial wound. With Lee’s surrender at Appomattox Courthouse, Samuel’s comrades came to visit him. He pleaded with them not to let him die so far from home. They took him from the Army hospital and began to transport him by wagon through Winchester, VA and Hancock, MD back to Pennsylvania. North of Bedford, Samuel died. Similar to the modern novel "Lonesome Dove," his buddies continued the journey. News was sent ahead of Samuel’s death. A grave was prepared for him next to that of his childhood friend, Samuel B. Stanton.

The two Samuels played together as children. They were inseparable and roamed the forest on the eastern side of the Kinzua Creek. His mother, Betsey, would recount in her diary that the boys played Revolutionary War. She feared the wild beasts: panthers, wolves and bears who all still frequented the area. Her fear of the beasts would prove to be unfounded. It was measles that took her son’s life in 1849. He was one of several hundred, including many Seneca, who died in the winter outbreak that arrived with immigrants from Germany.

The burial site was selected by young Samuel Morrison and O.L. Stanton, Samuel’s father. The young pine tree was the site of the boy’s fortress where they could take refuge from the armies of the evil and crazy King George. Samuel Morrison would miss and grieve the loss of his friend his entire life. As he left to fight in the war it was his last stop before going off to enlist. Finally, realizing he could not survive the journey home, and, as he lay dying, his last wish was to be buried next to his friend. That wish was granted and fortunately after all of these years, the monuments and the site have survived.

Today, as we speed past the two graves and the pine tree that is now in excess of 150 years old, I cannot help wonder if that pine tree might not pose imminent danger to the grave sites. Our friend, Bart Bandy, has suggested the removal of the tree. He feels that the rotting and aged pine could easily fall and destroy the tombstones. He has also suggested the erecting of a fenced area around the grave sites and a marker that would give the history of how they came to be there.

It is easy to make suggestions, but Mr. Bandy, a person who is a professional in the management of trees, has offered his services for free. He wants to take the tree down and then be involved in the creation of some sort of memorial park for the two young men who once enjoyed this area just as much as we do.

We are looking for your input and suggestions. The history of this area, unless it is recorded properly, could easily be lost.


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