Allegheny episodes

Index

Page

I'Drevvord •>

IntrodiKtion 5

Tulliallan !)

At His Ik'dside 31

The Prostrate Juniper 40

( )ut of the Ashes 51

Wayside Destiny 64

The Holly Tree 77

The Second Run of the Sap 9G

I'.lack Chief's l)au<,^htcr 108

The ( Gorilla 123

The Indian's Twilight 135

Hugh ( iihson's Captivity 147

( iirty's Xotch 1 f)l

I 'oplar ( ieorge 175

Altrani .Antoine, Had Indian 199

Do Vou Believe in Ghosts? 319

A Stone's Throw 334

The Turning of the Belt 247

kiding His Pony 3G5

The Little Postmistress 271

The Silent Friend 290

The Fountain of ^'outh 298

Compensatifjns 310

A M isunderstancking ;j2()

A I 'auntcd 1 lnusc 33!>

Folk Lore and Legends Collected in Northern and Western Pennsylvania

By HENRY W. SHOEMAKER Volume XI Pennsylvania Folk Lore Series

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"The country east of the Mississippi was inliabited by a very powerful nation. * * * Those people called themselves Alligewi. * * * The Alleglreny River and Mountains liave been named after them. * * * xhe Lienni-Lenape still call the river Alligewi Sipu, the river of the Alligewi, but it is generally known by its Iroquois name — Ohe-Yu — which the French liad literally translated into L.a Belle Kiviere, The Beautiful Kiver, though a branch of it retains the ancient name Allegheny,"

— John Hcckewelder.

ALTOONA, I'KXXSYLVANIA

Published by the A'tooini Tribune Company

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Copyright: All Kights Reserved.

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Foreword

THE author tells me that I was his discoverer, and that without a discoverer we cannot do anything. Very true; one American author had to write till he was fort>'-eight, and then be discovered in Japan. Henry W. Shoemaker was discovered nearer home, and by a humbler scholar.

In my last foreword I emphasized the value of folk-lore. Its significance grows upon me with age. I have now come to regard it as a kind of appendix to Scripture. Outside of mere magic, an abuse of correspondences, as Swedenborg calls it, there is in folk-lore a digest of the spiritual insight of the plain people. It also contains actual facts boiled to rags. For instance, in 1919 the dying Horace Traubel saw in vision his life-long idol, Walt Whitman, and the ripparition was also seen by Colonel Cosgrave, who felt a shock when it touched him.

The flimsy modern paper whereon the scientific cccount of this is printed will soon perish, and then there will be nothing left but loose literary references and memories to witness that it happened. Any skeptic can challenge these, and the apparition will become folk-lore. As it is in its scientific setting in the Journal of the American Society for Psychical Research for 1921, it is a side light on the Transfiguration. For if Whitman appeared to Traubel in 1919, and Swedenborg appeared to Andrew Jackson Davis in 1844, why should not the great predecessors of Christ appear also to him?

Such is the value of folk-lore, and for this reason the Armenian Church did well to attach an appendix of apocrypha to the Holy Gospel. In such a document as the uncanonical Gospel of "Peter" (this was not one of tl)c Armenian selections, but it ought to have been, in .sj)ite of the.fact that the Mother Church of Syria had suppressed it.) the life of Christ is seen in a dissolviii},' view, blending with the folk-lore of the time; antl let us hope that sottie day this valuable piece of ancient thought will, be printed with the New Testament instead of some of the unimportant matter that too often accompanies it.

Albert J. Edmunds.

Till-: Historical Society of Pennsylvania, Philadelphia, March 1, 1921.

Introduction

IT is a good thing to make resolves, but a better thing, once having made them, to keep them. On two previous occasions the compiler of the present volume has stated his resolve in prefaces to issue no no more books of the kind, but has gone ahead and prepared more. Probably the motive that brought into existence the first volume can be urged in extenuation for the eleventh, namely, the desire to preserve the folk-lore of the Pennsylvania Mountains.

The contents of the present volume, like its predecessors, were gathered orally from old people and others, and written down as closely as possible to the verbal accounts. In order to escape ill feeling, as in the case with the earlier volumes, some names of persons and places, and dates have been changed. This has been done with the greatest reluctance, and only where absolutely necessary. The characters are real persons, and most of them appear under their rightful names. Many of the legends or incidents run counter to the accepted course of history, but tradition is preserved for what it is worth, and the reader can draw his own conclusions. While some of these tales end unhappily, the proportion is not greater than in life as we know it, and the general ascendency of right over wrong shines through the gloomiest passages. Life could not exist, or the world go on, unless the majority of events ended fortuitously; it is that happy preponderance which makes "hope spring eternal," and ii so often rewarded hy a realization of the heart's desire.

The various phases of the supernatural in the ensuing pages depicts probably a more normal condition of our relationship with the unseen world than the crude and clumsy mcdiumship found in the big cities, and may j^resent a rational explanation of life "behind the dark curtain."

There is certainly a spiritual life, and a purely spiritual (iod, and all the events of the soul are regulated by divine laws, which have only too frequently been confused with the physical life so subject to chance and reversion back to chaos.

The origins of Pennsylvania folk-lore seem to the writer like a hajipy blending of Indian and European elements which would have gradually, had backwoods conditions continued, developed into a definitely Pennsylvanian mythology. The fact that the writer had so many more legends in form of notes, which otherwise would have been mislaid and come to nothing, prompted him to break his resolve and prepare the present volume. And, for good or ill, he has many more, dealing with other parts of the State. What shall be their fate? .Are they worthy of perpetuation as folk-lore? .Apart from the general idea of preserving legendary matter for future generations, there is the added reason that the heroic lines of some of the characters appealed to him. and, to save them from the oblivion of the "forgotten millions," their careers have been herein recorded.

Probably one-half of the stories were told to the compiler by one lady— Mrs. W. J. Phillips, of Clinton County— who spent some of her girlhood days, many years ago, on the Indian Reservations in Pennsylvania and southwestern New York.

Professor J. S. Illick, Chief of the Bureau of Research of the Pennsylvania Department of Forestry, is due thanks for securing many of the illustrations. Four of the chapters — Nos. IX, XV, XXI, XXII — are reprinted from the compiler's historical brochure, "Penn's Grandest Cavern," and the first chapter, "Tulliallan," was published in the "Sunbury Daily" ; otherwise none of the chapters of this book have hitherto appeared in print.

Persons interested in more intimate details concerning the origins and characters of the various tales will be cheerfully accommodated "for private circulation only." Like James Macpherson of "Ossian," iv can be said "the sources of information are open to all."

The compiler hopes that through this book a more general interest in the Pennsylvania folk-lore can be created ; its predecessors have missed achieving this but there is always that hope springing afresh to "Godspeed" the newest volume. No pretense at style of literary workmanship is claimed, and the stories should be read, not as romances or short stories, but as a b\ -product of history — the folk-lore, the heart of the Pennsylvania mountain people. With this constantly borne in mind, a better understanding and appreciation of the meanings of the book may be arrived at

The kindly reception accorded to the previous volumes, and also to "North Pennsylvania Minstrelsy" b} the press and In- a small circle of interested readers. if equalled by the present volume will satisfy the compiler, if his anihitions for a wider field of usefulness are not to he realized.

To those of press and public who have read and commented on the earlier volumes go the compiler's j^ratitude, and to them he commends this book, the tales of which have had their origins mostly along the main chain of the Allegheny Mountains and on the western watershed. Sincere thanks are due to Miss Mary E. Morrow, whose intelligence and patience in transcribing the manuscripts of this and the majority of the earlier volumes of the series has bad much to do with whatever recognition they may have achieved, and a pleasant memory to the author, ai well.

Henry W. Shoemaker.

Dei)artmcnt of Forestry. .State C'ajjitol. Ilarrisburg,

February 23. 1023.

T'. S. — Thanks are also due to Mrs. E. Horace (Juinn. late of Bucknell University, for her kindness in revising the proofs. 9-5-22.

Tulliallan

. . % Y 7"HY, yes, you may accompany your Uncle VY' Thomas and m}-self to select the plate which we plan to present to the battleship of the line, 'The Admiral Penn,' which the First Lord, His Grace, Duke of Bedford, has graciously named in honor of your distinguished grandsire," said Richard Penn. pompously, answering a query addressed to him by his young son. John.

The youth, who was about eighteen years of age and small and slight, seemed delighted, and waited impatiently with his father for Uncle Thomas' arrival. Soon a liveried footman announced the arrival of Thomas Penn. and the brothers, after embracing, started from the imposing mansion in New Street. Spring Gardens (near the Admiralty Arch), accompanied by the younger scion and a retinue of secretaries, retainers and footmen.

It so happened that the leading silversmith in the city, James Cox, was of the Quaker faith, to which William Penn. the famous founder of Pennsylvania, and father of Richard and Thomas, belonged, and was particularly pleased to be the recipient of this costly and important order. Tt was an occasion of such importance to him that his wife, sons and daughter had come to his place of business to witness the transaction and, perhaps, meet the aristocratic customers.

As they entered the establishment, the tradesman himself opened the door, bowing low as the two portly gentlemen, with their plum-colored coats, snufif boxes and walkiiij^ sticks, entered arm in arm, followed by ilie diminutive John, in a long, red coat, while the minions of various degrees waited outside, clustered ribout the gilded chairs.

It must be understood that these sons of William 1 enn were not members of the Societv' of Friends, but l;ad assumed the faith of their grandfather, the Admiral, and founder of the family fortunes, and young John was nominally a member of the same faith.

The portly and self-important gentlemen were soon absorl^ed in studying the various designs of silver services, while the restless and half-interested gaze cf young John wandered about the salesroom. It was not long in falling on the slender, demure form of Maria Cox. the silversmith's only daughter. Clad in her Quaker garb and bonnet, she was certainly a picture of loveliness, almost seventeen years old, with deep blue eyes, dark brows and lashes, fair complexion, with features exaggerately clearcut, made John I'cnn's .senses reel in a delirium of enthusiasm.

Ordinarily Ik- would have become impatient at the delay in selecting the silver service, for the older gentlemen were slow of decision and he was a spoiled child. I)ut this time he was lost in admiration and he cared not if they remained in the shop for the l)alance of the day. John Penn, hiinself, for a small lad was not unprepossessing: his hair was golden, his eves expressive and blue, his complexion like a Dresden china doll's, his form erect and very slim, yet few girls had fancied him, for he was selfish and not inclined to talk.

Seeing that he was not assisting his elders in selecting the silverware, Mrs. Cox, the wife, and a woman of some tact and breeding, introduced conversation with the young man, eventually drawing her daughter into it, and it was a case of love quickly on both sides.

When, after four hours of selecting and changing and selecting again, the Penns finally accepted a design and placed their order, John had arranged that he was to dine with the Cox family and see the young beauty frequently. All went well until the day appointed for the visit to the home of the silversmith. John Penn presented himself before his father attired in his best red velvet coat with gold facings, white satin knee breeches, pumps with diamond buckles, his face much powdered, and sporting a pearl inlaid sword. The elder Penn demanded to know the cause of the youth's magnificence, for ordinarily his Quaker blood showed itself in a distaste for fancy apparel.

"To dine with Mr. and Mrs. James Cox and their charming daughter, whom I much admire," was the calm rejoinder.

"What, what," fairly shouted the father, almost having an apoplectic attack on the spot; "dining with common tradespeople ! You must be in a frenzy, son ; we'll have vou in Piedlam."

"I don't sec why you talk that way, father," said John, retaining' liis composure. "Are we so very different ? 1 1 was only a few generations back when the Penns were plain rural yeomen, and Madame van der Schouk-n, or ( Irandmothcr Penn, your own mother, was she not the daughter of a Dutch tradesman?"

"Don't speak that way, lad; the servants may hear, and lose respect," said the father.

The lad had touched a sore subject, and he preferred to let him keep his en^^agement rather than to have an expose on the subject of ancestry.

The dinner and visit were followed by others, but .'!i honu' bihn's romance did not run smoothly, and ''(• r|uickly realized that his father and Uncle Thomas, whose heir he was to be, would never consent to his niarria.s,'e with the daughter of a silversmith. Conse- ([ucntly, a trip to Gretna Green was executed, and John Penn. aged nineteen, and Maria Cox, seventeen, were duly made man and wife.

W'licn Richard Pvuu and his brother Thomas were apprised of what he had done they locked him in his room, and after night got him to the waterfront and on a ship Ixnind for the French coast. He was carried to Paris and there carefully watched, but meanwhile rupplied with money, all that he could spend. Temj)orarily he forgot all about Maria Cox, plunging into the gaieties of the French Capital, gambling and betting on hor.se races, the "sport of kings" having been only rcc«Mitly introduced in France, until he was deeply in debt. He be •.•lint- vcrv ill, and was taken to Geneva to recuperate. There he was followed by representatives of his creditors, who threatened to have him jailed for debt — a familiar topic in family talk to him, for his grandfather, William Penn, despite his ownership of Pennsylvania, had been arrested for debt many tinies, and was out on bail on a charge of nonpayment of loans made from his steward at the time of his death.

John wrote frantically to his father in London, ■who turned a deaf ear to the prodigal ; not so Uncle Thomas. He replied that he would save the boy from jail and pay his debts, provided he would divorce his wife and go to Pennsylvania for an indetinite period. John was ready to promise anything; a representative of the Penn's financial interests settled all the claims in and out of Paris, and John Penn was free.

While waiting at Lille for a ship to take him from Rotterdam to Philadelphia, the young man was advised to come to London for a day to say good-bye to his relatives. The packet was expected in the Thames on a certain day, but got into a terrific storm and was tossed about the North Sea and the Channel for a week, and no one was at the dock to meet the dilapidated youth on his arrival at Fleet Street.

As he passed up the streets in Cheapside, to his surprise he ran into the fair figure of his bride, the deserted Maria Co.x-Penn. He was again very much in love, and she ready to forgive. They spent the balance of the day together, enjoying a fish ordinary at a noted restaurant in Bird-in-Hand Court. Over the meal it was arran^a-d that Maria should follow her husl)aiKl to America ; meanwhile, he would provide a home for her over there under an assumed name, until he became of age. when he would defy his family to again tear them asunder.

None of John Penn's family had the slightest suspicion of anything out of the usual when he presented himself in their midst, and he returned quietly to Lille, where he remained until the ship was announced as ready to take him to America. He arrived in New York during a terrible tornado, in November, 1T52. At Philadelphia he evinced little interest in anything except to take a trip into the interior. A.S he had plenty of money, he could accomplish most anything he wanted, and was not watched. On his way to the Susquehanna country he traveled with an armed bodyguard, as there were even then renegade Indians and road agents abroad. A number of less distinguished travelers and their servants were, for £afet}''s sake, allowed to accompany the part}". Among them was a man of fifty-five, named Peter Allen, to whom young John took a violent fancy.

It was not unusual, for Peter Allen was what the Indians recognized as a gentleman, although he was only a cadet, or what we would call nowadays a "poor relation" of the proud Allen family, the head of which was William Allen, Chief Justice of the Province, a man about Peter Allen's age, and for whom Northampton or Allensville, now Allentown, was named.

Peter .Allen had built a stone house or trading post, which he called "TuUiallan" after one of the ancestral homes of the Allen family in Scotland, on the very outpost of civilization, twenty miles west of Harris' Ferry, where all manner of traders, hunters, missionaries, explorers and sometimes Indians congregated, where balls were held with Indian princesses as guests of honor, and the description of this place fired John Penn's fancy.

The idea had flashed through his mind that Maria could harbor there unknown until he became of age, and some day, despite the silly family opposition, she would become the Governor's Lady. John Penn went to Peter Allen's, and not only found a refuge for his bride, but liked the frontier life so well that it was as if he had been born in the wilderness. Mountains and forests appealed to him, and his latent democracy found full vent among the diversified types who peopled the wilderness.

Peter Allen had three young daughters, Barbara, Nancy and Jessie, whom he wished schooled, and John Penn arranged that Maria should teach them and, perhaps, have a select school for other children of the better sort along the Susquehanna. Peter Allen was secretly peeved at his family for not recognizing him more, and lent himself to. anything that, while not dishonorable, would bend the proud spirit of the Proprietaries and their favorites, one of whom was the aforementioned "Cousin Judge" William Allen.

John Penn returned to Philadelphia, from where he sent a special messenger, a sort of valet, to London, who iiH't and safely escorted Maria to America. She landed at I'roviiice Island on the Delaware,' remaining in retirement there for a xjionth, until John could slip away and escort her personally to Peter Allen's.

The <,Mrl was bright, well-educated and sensible, and found the new life to her liking, and her young husjjand loving and considerate.

It was in the spring of 175-1 when they reached the stone house at the foot of the Fourth or Peter's Mountain, and during the ensuing year she taught the young Allen girls and three other well-bred children, and was visited frequently by her husband. She assumed the name of Mary Warren, her mother's maiden name, which proved her undoing. All went well until representatives of the Penns in London learned that Maria Cox-Penn was missing, and they traced her on shipboard through the name "Mary Warren," eventually locating her as the young schoolmistress at "Tulliallan."

The ne.xt part of this storj' is a hard one to write, as one hates to make accusations against dead and gone worthies who helped to found our beloved Peimsylvania ; but, at any rate, without going into whys and wherefores, "Mary Warren" mysteriously disappeared. Simultaneously went Joshua, the friendly Indian who lived at the running spring on the top of Peter's Mountain, and Arvas, or "Silver Heels," another Indian, whose cabin was on the slopes of Third (now called ."^hort ) Mountain, near Clark's Creek.

It was in the early summer of 1755 when John

Penii, accompanied only by one retainer, John Monkton, a white-bearded veteran of Preston, rode out of the gateway of the stockade of John Harris' trading post, bound for Peter Allen's. His heart was glad and his spirits elated for, moody lad that he was, he dearly loved his wife and her influence over him was good.

On the very top of the Second Mountain he drew rein, and in the clear stillness of the Sunday morning listened to a cheewink poised on the topmost twig of V. chestnut sprout, and viewed the scenes below him. In an ample clearing at the foot of Fourth Mountain he could see Peter Allen's spacious stone mansion, where his love was prol)al)ly at that minute instructing the little class in the lieauties of revealed religion. They would soon l)e united, and he was so wonderfully happy !

As the cool morning breeze swayed the twig on which the cheewink perched, it sang again and again, "Ho-ho-hee, ho-ho-hee, ho-ho-hee!" in a high key, and with such an ecstasy of joy and youth that all the Avorld seemed animated with its gladness, yet Penn's thought as he rode on was, "I wonder where that bird will be next year ; what will it have to undergo before it can feel the warnub and suiiliglit of another spring?"

He hurried his horse so that it stumbled many times going down the mountain, and splashed the water all o\er old .Monkton in his anxiety to ford Clark's Creek, lie lathered his horse forcing him to trot up the steep contrefort which leads to "Tulliallan,"

though he weighed hardly more than one hundred and twenty pounds. He drew rein before the door; no one rushed out to greet him, even the dogs were still. He made his escort dismount and pound the heavy brass l-.nockcr, fashioned in the form of an Indian's head. After some delay, Peter Allen himself appeared, looking glum and deadly pale.

"What is wrong?" cried I'cnn who was naturally as intuitive as a woman, noting his altered demeanor. "Can I tell you. sir. in the presence of your body • tjuard?"

"Out. out with it. Allen." shouted I'enn. "1 must know )iow:"

"Mary Warren has been gone a fortnight, we know not whither. She had taken the Berryhill children h(jme after classes, and left them about five o'clock in the evening. She did not return, and we have .searched everywhere. Strange to relate. George Smithgall. the young serving man wliom you left here to look after your apartments, and who accompanied Mary from London is gone also ; draw your own inferences."

John Penn's fair face was as red as his scarlet cloak. Despite .Mien's urging he would not dismount, l)Ut turned his horse's head toward the river, lie rode to Queena.skawakee. now callc! Clark's Ferry, where there was a famous fording, and, accompanied by his guard, he made tlie crossing and posted for the Juniata country. Xear Raystown Hranch he caught up with the company of riflemen and scouts organized by

"Black Jack," the Wild Hunter of the Juniata, who was waiting for General Braddock's arrival to enlist in the proposed attack on Fort Duquesne at Shannopin's Town, now Pittsburg. Black Jack was no stranger to him, having often met him at social gatherings at Peter Allen's, and the greeting between the two men was very friendly. John Penn occupied the same cabin as the Wild Hunter, and he told him his story.

"It is not news to me," said Captain Jack. "I heard it before, from Smithgall. He went through here last week hunting for Mary."

Despite this reassuring information. Penn refused to believe anything but that the lovely Quakeress had proved false and eloped with the German-American serving man. Word came in a few days that the vanguard of General Braddock's army had reached the .Loyalhanna, and were encamped there. Captain Jack, with John Penn riding at his side, and followed by his motley crew with their long rifles — Germans, Swiss, Frenchmen, Dutchmen, Indians, half breeds, Negroes and Spaniards — approached the luxurious quarters of General Edward Braddock, late of the Coldstream Guards. The portly General, his breast blazing with decorations, wearing his red coat, was seated in a carved armchair in front of a log cabin erected for his especial use by his pioneers, who preceded him on the march. A Sergeant-Major conveyed the news of "The Wild Hunter's" presence to the General's Aide, who in turn carried it to the august presence.

"I cannot speak to such a fellow, let alone accept him as a brother officer," said Braddock, irritably. "Besides, his methods of fighting are contrary to all discipline, and 1 want no Pennsylvania troops. Tell him that if he insists I will make him top-sergeant, and jjlace my own ofiicers over his company."

Captain Jack was half angry, half amused, when the rebuff was handed to him via the sergeant major.

"My father was a Spanish gentleman from the Minisink, and my mother a woman of tolerably good Hessian blood. I see no reason for such rank exrlusiveness."

(Juickly turning his horse's head, the sturdy borderer ordered his troop to proceed eastward.

"Don't act too rashly, Captain," entreated Penn. "General Braddock is ignorant of this country and Indian methods of warfare. He may have orders not to enlist native troops, yet without your aid I fear for the success of his expedition. Please let me intercede with him ; he will do it when he hears that I am your friend."

"To the devil with him and his kind, the swinish snub," growled Captain Jack, while his black eyes flasiicd a diabolical hatred ; his Spanish temper was uncontrollable. That night, when Captain Jack and John Penn were seated at their camp fire at Laurel Run. a messenger, a Major, not a Sergeant Major, from ( General Braddock was announced.

Saluting, the officer asked to be allowed to speak ^^•ltb b)bii I'cnn, Esquire. Penn received the officer without rising, and was cooly civil throughout the interview, which consisted principally of reading a letter from Braddock, expressing deep regret "that he had not known that the son of his dear friend, Richard

Penn, had been with Jack," and offering Penn

the captaincy of Black Jack's company of scouts, " Jack to be First Lieutenant."

Naturall}', Captain Jack was more enraged than ever, but he said: "Take it, John, V\\ withdraw and turn my men, who, you know, are the best shots in the Province, over to you. They would go through hell for you."

"Never fear," replied Penn. and, turning to the Major, he said: "Tell General Braddock, with my compliments, that I decline to accept a commission which he has no authority to tender. As for my companion, Captain Jack (laying emphasis on the Captain) the General had liis decision earlier in the day. Goodnight, Major."

Thus terminated the "conference" which might have changed the face of history. As the result of Braddock's pride and folly, his defeat and death are a jmrt of history, known by every Pennsylvanian.

John Penn was wretchedly unhappy, even though Captain Jack tried to console him, when he shrewdly inferred that "Mary" had been kidnapped by emissaries of his relatives, and had not eloped with a vile serving man. PI is heart was too lacerated to remain longer with the Wild Plunter, now that no active service was to be experienced; so. accompanied by Monkton. the veteran of Preston, he set out the next morning for the West Branch of the Susquehanna to the unexplored countries.

Al W'atcrford Narrows they passed the Ijody of a trader recently killed and scalped hy Indians.

"May I draw one of his teeth, sir?" said the old soldier, "and you can carr\- it in your pocket, for the old people say 'The only thing that can break the enchantment of love is the tooth of a dead man'."

Penn shook his head and rode on. For a considerable time Penn and ( )ld Monkton visited with Dagonando (Rock Pine), a noted Indian Chief in Brush \'alley (Centre County), for the young man, like the founder of Pennsylvania, possessed the same irresistible charm over the redmen.

Years afterwards, in Philadelphia, speaking to General Thomas Mifflin, Dagonando stated that had it not been for his unhappy love afYairs, John Penn would have been the equal of his grandfather as Governor, and prevented the Revolutionary War. But his spirit was crushed; even a mild love affair with Dagonando's daugiiter ended with shocking disaster. Reaching Fort Augusta, Penn became very ill ; a "nervous breakdown" his ailment would be diagnosed today During his illness he was robbed of his diary. lie reached Philadelphia in the fall, and almost inmiediately set sail for England. lie remained abroad until 17G3. when he returned as Governor of Pennsylvania. He arrived in Philadelphia on October 30, in the midst of the terrific earih(|uake of that year, and on November 5, George Roberts in a letter to Samuel Powell, in