The following Narrative we had from Robert Robison, who was an eye witness to many of the transactions related by him, he was wounded at the Kitaning, when taken by Col. afterwards General John Armstrong, and a second time at the skirmish at Buffaloe creek, where two of his brothers fell victims to savage fury. From our long acquantance with this man, who is now no more, we can have no hesitation in believing his Narrative correct, to the best of his remembrance. He says, Sideling Hill was the first fought battle after Braddock's defeat, in the year 1756, a party of Indians came out of Canocheagee (sp?), to a garrison of the name of McCords fort, and killed some and took a number of prisoners. They then took their course near to fort Littleton, captain Hamilton being stationed there with a company, hearing of their route at McCords fort marched with his company of men, having an Indian with them who was under pay ; this Indian lead the company and came on the tracks of the Indians, and followied them to Sideling Hill, where they found them with their prisoners, and having the first fire, but without doing much damage ; the Indianns returned the fire, defeated our men, and killed a number of them ; my brother James Robison was among the slain. The Indians had McCord's wife with them ; they cut of Mr. James Blair's head, and threw it in Mrs. McCord's lap, saying that was her husbands head ; but she knew it to be Blairs. The next I remember of was in the same year, the Woolcomber's family on Shearman's creek ; the whole of the inhabitants of the valley was gathered to a fort at George Robison's but the Woolcomber would not leave home, he said it was the Irish who were killing one another these peaceable peoples, the Indians, would not hurt any person. Being at home, and at dinner, the Indians came in, and the Quaker asked them to come and eat dinner ; an Indian answered that he did not come to eat, but for scalps ; the sone a boy of 14 or 15 years of age, when he heard the Indian say so, repaired to a back door, and as he went out he looked back and saw the Indian strike the tomahawk into his fathers head. The boy then ran over the creek, which was near to the house, and heard the screams of his mother, sisters and brothers. The boy came to our fort and gave us the alarm, about forty went to where the murder was done and buried the dead. In the month of September, 1757, col. John Armstrong, with 307 men, went to Kittening udiscovered until we came to a place called the Forty Mile Lick, where the Indians trimmed the hair of the prisoners. We lay there on Saturday night, the next morning the colonel ordered two of our guides to spy the town, they went and brought back word, that the Indians were there. The names of the spies were Thomas Burke, and James Chalmers, both old traders. We marched from that place to the town that day and night. When we came within about six miles of the town, we observed a fire, our colonel ordered two men to go and spy how many Indians there was at the fire, accordingly they went, but could see only four, the rest had lain down and could not be seen. The colonel left lieut. Hoge, with twelve men to fight these supposed four ; whereas the prisoners give the account, that there was twenty-five Indians sent out to kill meat for the company that was to be there next night, consisting of 150, destined for Virginia. These twelve men and their officer, crawled near to the Indians before day break. An Indian came towards them and was like to come too near, the Indian not knowing any thing of them, these men fired at this Indian, but missed him, when all the Indians ran from the fire and left their guns standing at a rack, which they commonly have. Our men standing, and not laying hold of the Indians guns, gave them time to return for their guns and commence a battle. Out of which party the Indians killed the lieutenant, and five men, and wounded two others. Shortly after they began, we began at the town, and they heard our firing which discouraged the Indians greatly ; our people telling them your town is on fire, you dogs you; our people got off, and the Indians did not follow them as they would have done. When the Indian magazine blew up in the town, they ceased firing a considerable time, which report was heard at fort Pier. A boy of the name of Crawford, told afterwards, that he was up at the Kittaning next day, with some French and Indians, and found captain Jacobs, his squaw, and son, with some others. The form in which we made the attack was, our captains stood all in rank, each company behind their captain ; the word was given, every man do for himself; we rushed down to the town, the Indian's dogs barked, and the first house we came to, the Indian came out, and held his hand, as shading the light from his eyes, looking towards us, until there was five guns fired at him ; he then ran and with a loud voice, called shewanick, which signifies whitemen, there was in the house a young woman, a prisoner, who came out with both her hands raised up, but the guns were firing so fast she got frightened, and ran back to the house again, where she got a grain of swan shot through her arm ; she then made out a second time and was received by us, the Indians being then alarmed, were running through the cornfield, the Indians fired on us, but to no purpose, we rushed into the town, and the Indians all left it except captain Jacobs, his squaw, {illegible}, and one called by the traders Pisquetum, and some others that were blown up with their magazine ; we relieved five prisoners, besides the young woman which we first took, she was retaken when capt. Mercer's company was broke, which I shall give you an account of. When we had ended our tragedy in the town, we then prepared for the road, we had six killed, and six wounded, our colornel was among the wounded ; before the Indians gave up the colonel says, is there not of you lads, that will set fire to these rascals that have wounded me, and killed so many of our men. John Ferguson a soldier swore by the Lord God that he would, he goes to a house covered with bark, and takes a slice of bark which had fire on it, he rushes up to the cover of Jacobs's house and held it there until it had burned about one yard square, then he ran, and the Indians fired at him the smoke blew about his legs but the shot missed him ; all eyes were upon the magazine, watching when these fellows would come forth ; they remained until their guns took fire, and went off like a platoon, their magazine blew up at the same time ; then Jacobs and those before mentioned sprung out. Jacobs's squaw wielded a tomahawk round her head before she jumped the fence, Jacobs fell first, then his wife, and then his son, in proportion seven feet high. We were then prepared to leave the town, when captain Mercer, who had his right arm broke in the town ; his company was chiefly composed of traders, who persuaded their captain that there would not one living man of us ever get home, and if he, capt. Mercer would go with them they would take him a near cut, accordingly all his company went with him but sergeant Brown, and twelve men ; the captain however, and his men, unfortunately fell in with the Indians that lieutenant Hoge had been fighting with that morning ; they fell upon his company and broke it, killing about twenty men ; captain mercer having a horse, Thomas Burke, ensign Scott and he, drove to the road that we had gone along ; there the captains arm broke loose, and he was forced to stop and dress it, he became faint, in the mean time they espied an Indian coming from following us, Burke and Scot mounted Mercer's horse and rode off, leaving him to his fate, but Mercer lay down behind a log, it happening to be thick of weeds, the Indian came about six feet from him, and seeing Burke and Scott riding he gave out a haloo and ran after, in a short time Mercer heard two guns go off ; he then went down through a long plumb bottom, and lay there until night, when he made the best of his way. It was at the time of the plumbs being ripe, but that did not last long enough, for the captain had a month to struggle with before he got home, all the food he got after the plumbs were done was one rattle snake, and to eat it raw. On the north side of the Alleghany mountain, he saw one day what he thought to be an Indian, and the other saw him, both took trees and stood a long time ; at last the captain thought he would go forward and meet his fate, but when he came near, he found it to be one of his own men ; both rejoiced to meet, and both in that situation scarcely able to walk, they pushed over the mountain, and were not far from Franks town, when the soldier lay down unable to go any farther, with an intention never more to rise. The captain went about seven {illegible} when he also lay down giving up all hope of ever getting home. At this time there was a company of Cherokee Indians in kings pay, and being at fort Littleton captain Hamilton sent some of them in search along the foot of the Alleghany mountain to see if there were any signs of Indians on that route, and these Indians came upon captain Mercer, able to rise, they gave him food, and he told them of the other, they took the captains track and found him, and brought him to fort Littleton, carrying him on a bier of their own making. We took fourteen scalps in this expedition. As for our retreating from the Kittening, we met with no opposition, only a few Indians on this side of the town fired on us, they shot about two hundred yards, and shot Andrew Douglas through both ancles. We had no more injury done until we came to this side of the Alleghany mountain, when one Samuel Chambers having left his coat at the Clear Fields, desired leave of col. Armstrong to go back for his coat, and to bring three horses which had given out ; col. Armstrong advised against it, but Chambers persisted in going, and so went back ; when he came to the top of the mountain, a party of Indians fired on him but missed him; Chambers then steared toward Big Island, the Indians pursued and the third day killed him in French Margaret's Island. So the Indians told old capt. Patterson. The next was general Boquet, the second war, when the Indians thought they were able to kill and take us all themselves, the French being bound by the last treaty of peace not to supply the Indians with powder and lead, the Indians not knowing this until they were in need of ammunition. The however did much mischief, fought Boquet at bushy run, but were defeated. At this time Boquet went down the Ohio seventy five miles below fort Pitt, and sent one David Owens, who had been married to an Indian woman, and had by her three children, when taking a thought that he would advance himself, killed and scalped his wife and children and brought their scalps to Philadelphia, he received no reward only was made ambassador between general Boquet and the Indians. When Owens was sent to let the Indians know they might have peace, they made a prisoner of him, for the murder he had committed, two of his wife's brothers being there ; Owens gave them to know, if they killed him they would never get peace. The Indians held council three days upon him, they then let him go and came up themselves, agreeable to the invitation which was sent to them, and agreed to give up the prisoners : So ended last campaign. In this second war, on the fifth day of July, 1763, the Indians came to Juniata, it being harvest time and the white people were come back to reap their crops, they came first to the house of William White, it was on the sabbath day the reapers were all in the house, the Indians crept up nigh to the door and shot the people laying on the floor, killed William White, and all his family that were there excepting one boy, who when he heard the guns leaped out of the window and made his escape. This same party went to Robert Campgell's on the Tuscarora creek, surprised them in the same way, shot them on the floor where they were resting themselfes ; one George Dodds being there harvesting, had just risen, and gone into the room and lay down on the bed, setting his gun beside him. When the Indians fired, one of them sprung into the house with his tomahawk in his hand, running up to where a man was standing in the corner ; Dobbs fired at the Indian not six feet from him, the Indian gave a halloo and ran out as fast as he could : there being an open in the left above the bed, Dodds sprung up there and went out by the chimney making his escape, and came to Shermans valley ; he came to William Dicksen's and told what had happened, there being a young man there which brought the news to us, who were harvesting at Edward Elliott's ; other intelligence we got in the night, John Graham, John Christy and James Christy, were alarmed in the evening by guns firing at William Anderson's where the old man was killed with his bible in his hand, supposed he was about worship ; his son also was killed and a girl that had been brought up from a child by the old people ; Graham and the Christys came about midday but, we hearing the Indians had got so far up the Tuscarora valley, and knowing Collins's family and James Scotts was there about their harvest, twelve of us concluded to go over Bighorn's gap and give those word that were there ; when we came to Collins's we saw that the Indians had been there, had broke a wheel, emptied a bed, and taken flour of which they made some water gruel, we counted thirteen spons made of bark ; we followed the tracks down to James Scotts, where we found the Indians had killed some fowls, we pursued on to Graham's, there the house was on fire, and burned down to the joists ; we divided our men into two parties, six in each, my brother with his party came in behind the barn, and myself with the other party came down through an oats field, I was to shoot first, the Indians had hung a coat upon a post, on the other side of the fire from us. I looked at it, and saw it immovable, and therefore walked down to it and found that the Indians had just left it ; they had killed four hogs and had eaten at pleasure ; our company took their tracks, and found that two companies had met at Graham's and had gone over the Tuscarora mountain. We took the run gap the two roads meeting at Nicholson's, they were there first, heard us coming and lay in ambush for us ; they had the first fire being twenty-five in number, and only twelve* of us ; they killed five, and wounded myself. They then went to Alexander Logan's where they emptied some beds, and passed on to George McCords. {* The names of the twelve were William Robison who acted as captain, Robert Robison, the relator of this narrative, Thomas Robison, being three brothers, John Graham, Charles Elliott, William Christy, James Christy, David Miller, John Elliott, Edward McConnel, William McAlister, and John Nicholson, the persons killed were William Robison, he was shot in the belly with buck shot and got about half a mile from the ground ; John Elliott, then a boy of about seventeen years of age, having emptied his gun, was pursued by an Indian with his tomahawk, who was within a few perches of him, when Elliott had poured some powder into his gun by random, out of his powder horn, and having a bullet in his mouth, put it in the muzzle, but had no time to ram it down ; he turned and fired at his persuer, who slapped his hand on his stomach and cried och! turned and fled. Elliott had run but a few perches further, when he overtook William Robison, weltering in his blood, in his last agonies, he requested Elliott to carry him off, who excused himself, by telling him of his inability to do so, and also of the danger they were in, he said he knew it, but desired him to take his gun with him, and peace or war, if ever he had an opportunity of an Indian, to shoot him for his sake. Elliott brought away the gun, and Robison was not found by the Indians. {Thomas Robison stood on the ground until the whole of his people were fled, nor did the Indians offer to Pursue, until the last man left the field ; Thomas having fired and charged a second time, the Indians were prepared for him, and when he took aim past the tree, a number fired at him at the same time ; one of his arms was broke he took his gun in the other and fled, going up a hill he came to a high log, and clapped his hand in which was his gun on the log to assist in leaping over it, while in the attitude of stooping, a bullett entered his side, going in a triangular course through his body, he sunk down acrosss the log ; the Indians sunk the cock of his gun into his brains, and mangled him very much. John Graham was seen by David Miller sitting on a log, not far from the place of attack, with his hands on his face, and the blood running through his fingers. Charles Elliott and Edward McConnell took a circle round where the Indians were laying, and made the best of their way to Buffaloe creek, but they were pursued by the Indians, and where they crossed the creek, there was a high bank, and as they were endeavouring to ascend the bank they were both shot, and fell back into the water. {Thus ended this unfortunate affair to those engaged, but at the same time it appears as if there had been a hand of Providence in the whole transaction ; for there is every reason to believe, that spies had been viewing the place the night before, and the Indians were within three quarters of a mile of the place from which the men had started, where there would have been from twenty to thrity men, perhaps in the field a reaping, and all the guns that could be depended on were in this small company except one, so that they might have became an easy prey, and instead of those five brave men, who lost their lives, three times that number might have suffered. The two Christy's were out about a week, before they could make their escape, the Indians one night passed so nigh to them, that they could have touched them with their guns. Editor} A party of fourty men came from Carlisle, in order to bury the dead at Juniata, when they saw the dead at Buffaloe creek they returned home ; then a party of men came with captain Dunning, but before they came Alexander Logan, his son John, Charles Coyle, William Hamilton, with Bartholomew Davis, followed the Indians to George McCord's, where they were in the barn ; Logan, and these with him were all killed, except Davis, who made his escape. The Indians then returned to Logan's house again, where captain Dunning and his party came on then and they fired some time at each other ; Dunning had one man wounded. I forgot to give you an account of a murder done at our own fort at Shearman's valley, in July 1756, the Indians waylaid the fort in harvest time and kept quiet until the reapers were gone ; James Wilson remaining sometime behind the rest, and I not being gone to my business, which was hunting deer, for the use of the company, Wilson standing at the fort gate, I desired liberty to shoot his gun at a mark, upon which he gave me the gun, and I shot ; the Indians on the upper side of the fort, thinking they were discovered, rushed on a daughter of Robert Miller, and instantly killed her, and shot at John Simmerson, then then made the best of it that they could, and killed the wife of James Wilson* and the widow Gibson, and took Hugh Gibson and Betsey Henry prisoners ; the reapers being forty in number returned to the fort and the Indians made off. {* While the Indian was scalping Mrs. Wilson, the relator shot at and wounded him but he made his escape. Editor} Sir, having gone through all I can remember, you will please to take out what answers your purpose. I shall relate an affair told me by James McClung, a man whom I can confide in for truth, it being in his neighbourhood ; an Indian came to a tavern, called for a gill of whiskey, drank some out of it ; when there came another Indian in, he called for a gill also, and set it on the table, without drinking any of it, and took out the first Indian, discoursing with him for some time ; the first Indian then stripped himself naked, and lay down on the floor, and stretched himself, the other stood at the door, and when he was ready, he stepped forward with his knife in his hand, and stabbed the Indian who was laying to the heart ; the other received the stab, jumped to his feet, drank both the gills of whiskey off, and dropped down dead ; the white people made a prisoner of the other Indian, and sent to the heads of the nation, two of them came and examined the Indian, who, was prisoner, and told them to let him go, he had done right.   Sir, yours, &c, ROBERT ROBISON.