The temperature peaked someplace in the 90s on the Friday before Memorial Day in 2012, and the humidity was stifling. No one else, except one runner, was crazy enough to be hiking on Kings Mountain that day.
If Jacob Dobkins could fight for his life here, I could certainly hike in the heat.
I hiked the Kings Mountain National Military Park battlefield trail which the park service has conveniently marked with signs. There was also a cell phone audio tour where visitors call a phone number, enter the stop number, and a recording explains what happened there.
My ancestor, Jacob Dobkins, who we think was living in Virginia at that time served at Kings Mountain.
The decisive battle occurred on October 7, 1780, and amazingly, only lasted for a single hour. For some, though, it was a lifetime.
Jacob Dobkins was born in 1751 in Augusta County, Virginia to Captain John Dobkins and Elizabeth. I have not been able to confirm Elizabeth’s surname.
At Kings Mountain, Jacob would have been 29 years old, married to Dorcas Johnson for just over 5 years, and had 2 or 3 small children at home.
We don’t know a lot about his early life, other than he grew up and lived on the frontier.
In 1773, Jacob was found in Fincastle, Virginia on a delinquent tax list. It’s possible that he had moved on which is why his taxes were delinquent. However, Fincastle County, Virginia included a huge territory – land surrounding the Clinch River in what would become Tennessee, part of western Virginia, and what would become the state of Kentucky. Who knows where Jacob actually lived.
When Jacob Dobkins and Dorcas Johnson married on March 11, 1775, they lived in Shenandoah Co., Virginia.
Jacob’s Revolutionary War pension application says that in 1779 he enlisted in Harrodsburg, Kentucky. After the war, he appears on the 1783 tax lists in Virginia, then in the Shenandoah Co. Virginia census in 1790. He is living in Jefferson Co., Tennessee by 1792 when he sued John Sevier, also a veteran of Kings Mountain. John was at that time a member of the House of Representatives from North Carolina and would become the Governor of Tennessee in 1796.
Jacob bought land in Jefferson County, Tennessee in 1795, but by 1802 had purchased land in Claiborne County where he spent the rest of his life.
A humble man, Jacob never owned more than a log cabin – yet he and 1000 other men collectively changed the course of history.
Jacob passed away between September and December of 1835, an old man, with a Revolutionary War pension. Jacob’s pension application does not state that he was at Kings Mountain, but he is listed in Pat Alderson’s book, The Overmountain Men as has having served in that battle.
Unfortunately, there is no comprehensive roster.
The Over Mountain Men
There’s a difference between militia units and men who enlisted to serve in the Revolutionary War. It’s certainly possible to be both and it’s clear that some men who fought at the Battle of Kings Mountain were indeed enlisted.
A depiction of the gathering of militiamen at Sycamore Shoals prior to the Battle of Kings Mountain, from 1915.
Militia units were assembled locally to protect the homes and property of the community. Militia service was unpaid. Men provided their own gun and supplies and were obligated to show up and practice on the muster field where they lived.
Sometimes men from militia units did enlist in the war but being in the militia did not necessarily equate to military service. Militiamen stayed home unless there were extraordinary circumstances where they were called to action or unless they joined the military. Men who enlisted did not stay home, but they did visit from time to time.
The Over Mountain Men gathered in several locations prior to departing for King’s Mountain where they would coalesce on October 7th.
Before my trip to the Kings Mountain Battlefield Park, I didn’t realize that militia units from different locations had stayed together and fought together during that conflict. That does make sense since those men had trained together and understood their commander well. If you’re wondering about your ancestor and Kings Mountain, look for evidence of other men from his community having fought there.
I also didn’t realize that the Over Mountain Men were primarily Scotch-Irish and that they had planned to stay neutral until Patrick Ferguson, the Loyalist/British commander, threatened to “come over the mountain and lay waste their land and homes to fire and sword.” Not only did Ferguson threaten the men directly, but their wives and children. That was a very, very poor choice.
Hence, Ferguson inadvertently gave birth to their name, in part because they did indeed come from “over the mountain,” west of the Appalachians, the colonial boundary.
As the ranger said, those mountain men were born fighters and they were angered into action. Especially since the battles of Buford, known as Buford’s Massacre, and Camden had been so horrid. The British slaughtered men on the battlefield under the flag of surrender.
As the Over Mountain Men charged up the side of Kings Mountain, they shouted Buford…the leader of the massacred men.
Never underestimate the power of enraged, determined people. Not only did they win the battle, decisively, but they turned the tide of the war and showed the British that they could and would win.
The Battle of Kings Mountain was a decisive inflection point in the Revolutionary War.
Patrick Ferguson’s “Advantage”
Patrick Ferguson was so confident of his superiority over those backwoodsmen that he isolated himself on the top of the mountain with no defensive plan. He simply planned to shoot the men as they crested the hill. He did shoot a few, but what he didn’t anticipate is the sheer number – almost 1000 – men who were charging like Indians, not like the regimented English soldiers in formation.
The Over Mountain Men swarmed Ferguson with no warning, from every place all at once.
Ferguson’s hilltop “advantage” soon became a problem, and then turned into a trap from which he and his men could not escape. The British and their Tory supporters fell, and even after they surrendered, many died at the hands of the Over Mountain Men in retribution for what they had done to Buford and at Camden.
Some Tory soldiers were killed on the battlefield and others were lynched for treason. Then, within a day, the mountain men dispersed, disappearing back into the silent hills from whence they came….never to be forgotten. Names included Campbell, McDowell, Edmondson, and others.
My ancestor’s brother, Nathaniel Vannoy from Wilkes County, North Carolina was present as was his sister’s husband, Col. Benjamin Cleveland, depicted below leading the Patriot militiamen back home after battle.
Reverend George McNiel, the “elderly” minister, age 60 or so, another ancestor, accompanied the Wilkes County men as a volunteer chaplain. Sadly, his services were needed, although there is no comprehensive list of who died on either side.
Comparatively few fatalities occurred to the Over the Mountain Men, but many Tories died that day.
The Battlefield Path
The path today at Kings Mountain is paved and circles the actual battlefield which is on top of the mountain. Locations of interest are marked. The circular path is at the base of the hill.
Come along for a walk. Bring a cold drink – it’s hot😊
Glancing up the hill, above, and along the paved pathway, below.
The ranger told us that the land has been logged since the battle and the original forest was much more mature. The soldiers reported that they could see each other clearly through the trees, so the undergrowth is a function of regrowth.
Some of the area was craggy and remind me of the pictures of the Scottish highlands. Our Scotch-Irish ancestors probably felt very much at home. Many of the Highland rebels left Scotland after the 1745 Battle of Colladen Moor. These men and their sons were born fighters, ingrained in both their blood and culture.
Men were buried on Kings Mountain where they fell if they were actually “buried” at all. Anonymous fieldstones were marked with honoring plaques later, as we see below. Paths up and down the hillsides lead to the graves. Men were killed all over the hill, not just on top.
It’s hard to believe this beautiful, tranquil location was the site of such a monumental battle. Although, I can feel their presence in the silence.
Countless men lost their lives here and many more were wounded. It’s amazing that such a decisive battle was won by only 1000 or so backwoodsmen, virtually untrained, pitted against highly-trained soldiers and their backcountry brethren.
Nooks and crannies on the walkway hold stones marking fallen soldiers.
Today, on Memorial Day, we honor these men and their service. This is the Appalachian version of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier along with many more whose graves have been lost to time.
As I proceed around the mountain, the hillside becomes significantly steeper, and the woods deepen. These signs placed along the pathway were immensely helpful.
Can you imagine seeing red-coated men charging at you with bayonets?
The Patriots were longhunters, armed only with hunting rifles. Similar men had been slaughtered just weeks before. No one really expected this to be different.
The Over the Mountain Men charged the British three times and faced those bayonets. By the time bayonets were useful, the guns themselves were not.
Were they brave or foolhardy?
That third charge was successful.
The grave below is that of Major William Chronicle.
It rained the night before the battle. Wet leaves mute and absorb sound.
The Tories were confidently waiting but didn’t expect to be ambushed in silence. The Over Mountain Men had the advantage of understanding nature. They left their horses tied a mile away and approached on foot, like Indians. They fought the Indians on the frontier, but they had also learned from them. Very effectively, it seems.
Their final approach up the hill was with full-fledged war screams. The Tories found it every bit as disconcerting as did the Europeans when the Indians descended on them with war whoops.
Today, the only sound is the slightly babbling brook.
Up this hill they ran – shooting and shouting and whooping. “Buford,” they screamed with all their might.
Today, birds chirp. But on that day, the men from Virginia, North Carolina, and the area that would become Tennessee joined forces to survive the advance and crest the top of Kings Mountain. They fought their way up that hill, tree to tree. The bark was literally shot off the trees by the Loyalist’s guns.
Yes, into that horrific assault from above, the Over Mountain Men still continued to advance.
Would these men have ever dreamed that they turned the tide of the war and therefore the fledgling nation, tree by tree, as they inched up that hill? Today, the possibility for any 1000 people to have that kind of a profound effect seems nearly impossible, but it wasn’t then.
I’m sure those men never even pondered the idea that someday this would be an honored battlefield, or that their descendants would come here to honor them, their service and sacrifice, and to be with them in whatever small way we can be. That this place would one day be peaceful was incomprehensible on that October day.
Back then, there were no honored battlefields. Only bloody farmers’ fields where men were wounded and died. Honor and commemoration would come much, much later.
The Over Mountain Men were stubborn to a fault. They didn’t take orders well, if at all. Their commanders understood this – because they too were one of those men. Each man was instructed to be his own officer and do the best he could.
Family Against Family
Not everyone agreed that the colonies should become their own country. Some believed that revolting against England was wrong, for any number of reasons. Like during the Civil War that followed some 80 years later, the populace was divided.
The hardest part of this battle was probably that it turned family members against each other. In some cases, brother against brother. It’s told that one man, a Tory, was injured and asked his brother-in-law, a Patriot, for help. The reply he received was to ask his friends.
In many ways, this battle wasn’t really about sovereignty, it was about what Buford had done, under the truce flag, to the Patriots in two earlier battles. It was about Ferguson’s threat to destroy the homes, family, and farms of the formerly neutral men of Appalachia. It was about revenge and justice.
It was not a good day to be a Tory, or Ferguson.
Colonel William Campbell
Colonel William Campbell, from Augusta County, Virginia rallied the Over Mountain Men to return after they had begun to retreat and to charge the Tories once again.
He was known to the Loyalists as the “bloody tyrant of Washington County” due to his harsh treatment of Tories, but was a hero to the mountain men. He instructed them to, “Fight like Hell and shout like devils.” He was promoted to General in 1781, but died shortly after of a heart attack.
Somehow my Campbell line is related to his line, but I have been unable to identify exactly how. It’s certainly possible that my Charles Campbell was at Kings Mountain with his kinsman, Colonel William Campbell whose father’s name was also Charles Campbell.
I ponder this possibility as I walk. I can’t help but wonder how many of my ancestors fought, here, at Kings Mountain.
This tree has grown over a large rock. Was this rock a fieldstone serving to mark the grave of a quickly-buried soldier?
The previous photos were all taken at the base of the hill and slightly ascending.
Beginning here, the photos are from the top of the hill. This is where Ferguson and many of his men were killed. They thought that they could simply wait there for the Over the Mountain Men and pick them off with bayonets as they crested the hill. Their bayonets were “high” and did not have the effect they wanted. Bullets travel much further than bayonets and red-coated men made great targets.
On the top of the hill, which was cleared at the time, today stand two markers.
This monument is the Centennial Monument, built in 1880 to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the battle.
This stone does not mark a grave, but honors Colonel Asbury Coward who planned the 100th Anniversary celebration and raised the money for the commemorative statue.
We are now looking down the hill. The mountain men charged up this hill, towards Ferguson’s soldiers and Tories waiting for them, about where I’m standing.
Who Was a Tory?
It was difficult to tell who was who, well, except for the English soldiers who wore those distinctive red coats. Ninety percent of the Loyalists, known as Tories, were friends and neighbors.
Emotions ran perilously high. Family members felt betrayed and couldn’t understand how their kinsmen could feel otherwise – strongly enough to want to kill them.
The Tory Oak in Wilkesboro, North Carolina, also known as the Cleveland Oak, was the tree in which Colonel Benjamin Cleveland hung at least 5 Tory traitors in 1779, three of whom had attempted to kidnap him.
Pretty much, a Tory was someone on top of the hill trying to kill you. Once there, it was almost impossible to tell the difference.
Is an unknown soldier buried under some of these rocks? The dead had to be buried someplace here – their graves now lost to time.
The Tories and the English soldiers were pinned on top of the mountain. Some Loyalists attempted to either escape or switch sides, but I fear their lot had already been cast given that they had already shown their true allegiance. A “conversion” under duress is likely not genuine and the Over Mountain Men knew that.
But what would those men, on either side, have done if they discovered the person they were trying to kill was a family member or neighbor?
US Obelisk Monument
This beautiful white granite monument on the top of Kings Mountain is a smaller version of the Washington Monument.
Plaques on the sides list the commanders and known dead Americans. You can read documentation about the battle, here.
The plaques honor the fallen at Kings Mountain. I was so hoping for a complete roster of all the men who participated in this battle, but no such luck. Historians have been piecing this information together for years.
This beautiful white monument is located in the center of the top of the hill.
This nearby stone honors Colonel James Hawthorne who took command after another officer was wounded. However, this is one of the LEAST remarkable things about James Hawthorne. This man was made of steel and grit.
Engraving depicting the death of British Major Patrick Ferguson who was shot from his horse, but he didn’t actually fall off entirely. With his foot still in the stirrup, he was dragged to the patriot side.
According to Patriot accounts, when a militiaman approached the Major for his surrender, Ferguson drew his pistol and shot the man. Probably not a good idea.
Other soldiers reacted in kind and 7 or 8 musket holes later, Ferguson was dead. Many, many men reported that they had fired the fatal shot. Militia accounts said his body was stripped of clothing and the men urinated on him before burial, near where he died. The militiamen hated this man who had wrought so much indignity and pain.
I don’t know who marked Ferguson’s grave, or when, but initially it was marked only by a pile of stones.
Major Patrick Ferguson isn’t very likable. He recruited Tories from among the residents of the Carolina backcountry and commanded several devastating Revolutionary War battles.
He’s not a hero by any measure, but we must give the devil his due. You can’t help but respect Ferguson. He embodies all that people love about the Scotch-Irish – the same traits that the Over the Mountain Men used to defeat him.
Ferguson was bullishly stubborn. His elbow was shattered in a previous battle by a musket ball, and he learned to ride with his other hand, write with it, fence with it, and used a silver whistle to command his men since he didn’t have the second hand he needed. He had to hold on to the reins with something. Obviously, that last stubborn shot he fired, surely knowing he would be killed immediately as a result, was fired with his one good hand.
Patrick was a one-armed commander in the Battle of Kings Mountain but never considered himself in any capacity disabled.
He was also a bit of a renegade, and the more established commanders basically abandoned him to face the Over the Mountain Men alone. Maybe they thought, “so much the better,” if Ferguson were killed, but little did they dream the magnitude of that victory would also mean their defeat.
There just seems to be some karmic justice lurking in that situation.
Ferguson famously traveled with two women, both named Virginia, leading to many untoward jokes about his ability to remember the right name in the heat of the moment, so to speak. One Virginia died on the mountain with him and was buried in the same grave.
One escaped, the Over the Mountain Men parting ranks to let her through. I can’t even begin to imagine how those women wound up on that hilltop.
Some reported that it was as Virginia escaped that she told them Ferguson was wearing a red and white plaid shirt. His men could easily distinguish him, but after that prize piece of information, so could the Over Mountain Men.
The location of Ferguson’s death is marked on the top of Kings Mountain.
Ferguson’s grave is nearby in a “can’t miss it” location right beside the path.
Marked with the original cairn and now a stone as well, it’s actually quite beautiful.
You know, the great irony is that Ferguson, born in Scotland, was probably related to at least some of these men.
The Over Mountain Men are Victorious
This stone, tucked away down a little path, commemorates the service of Colonel Frederick Hambright, a German born Patriot who urged his men to continue fighting after Ferguson famously claimed that “all the Rebels from hell” would be unable to drive him away.
Clearly, Ferguson was mistaken, as proven by Hambright and his men.
Imagine the night after the Battle of Kings Mountain.
Men of both sides would have been terribly on edge.
They would have been trying to rest, as best through could, among the moans and groans of the wounded. Men probably died during the night.
Neither side knew what the morning would bring, and both sides were afraid of each other. Other than the men in red coats, it was difficult to determine who was on which side.
The Tories/ Loyalists/Redcoats knew the Whigs/Patriots/Over Mountain Men would like nothing better than to hang them. The feeling was clearly mutual, based on past behavior at previous battles.
The Over Mountain Men knew that Loyalist reinforcements couldn’t be far behind.
Neither contingent could move under the cover of darkness.
I’d wager no sentry fell asleep that night – and neither did most of the other men.
Even burying the dead would have been risky.
The Tory/Loyalist Prisoners
It was reported that the militiamen had captured more than 700 Loyalists, be they English soldiers or Tory sympathizers. By the time they reached the Moravian settlement of Bethabara, near Winston-Salem, three weeks later, they had 300 prisoners, and by early December, only 130. A month later, they had 60. What happened to the missing men?
Some were likely hung. Some found a sympathetic ear among relatives or neighbors and were paroled or simply allowed to go home. Some could have been wounded and either left behind or died someplace. The Moravians reported that some escaped. More than 200 were reported to have been consigned into the Patriot militia but had since defected and rejoined the British to fight against the Patriots another day.
The British clearly hated these men who would not be subdued.
Hearty, brave, and having succeeded against all odds, the Carolina backwoodsmen and the Over Mountain Men returned to their homes, crossing the high mountain range through snow.
They would wait for the next volley from the British, prepared to meet them once again where they must. But the tide had turned, thanks to the incredible bravery of 1000 out-gunned, untrained, angry, Patriots.
The Battlefield Today
In order to protect the battlefield, it had to be purchased and then designated a National Historic Landmark. This occurred in 1930 when President Herbert Hoover, along with 70,000 people, visited Kings Mountain.
From the location above, marked by a rock, Hoover gave a speech that set the wheels in motion for the park today.
Hoover’s speech, above, marked the 150th anniversary of the Battle of Kings Mountain.
I can’t even begin to imagine 70,000 people gathered at Kings Mountain. Seventy times as many people as there were 150 years earlier on that same day.
This then is the story of Kings Mountain, a narrative not only of military victory but the tale of a vendetta “paid” as well.
After winning this battle, these mountain men, not soldiers, but fathers, husbands, and brothers turned around, returned home, and resumed their life on the frontier. It was fall – time to lay in meat for the winter and chop wood for the stove.
They needed to tell the wives and mothers of the men who would not be returning – those who remain on Kings Mountain. The community would help those widows and families survive.
This make-shift army of volunteer men changed the course of history and shaped this country in a way no others ever would, vanquishing their enemies who laid waste to their kinsmen under the flag of truce.
It’s ironic that we don’t even know the names of the men largely responsible for America becoming a democracy as opposed to continuing as subjects of the British crown.
Had the British and their Tory compatriots not angered these men into a boiling rage, who knows, we might live under the British flag yet today. That trajectory changed, thanks to the utter bravery and sheer stubbornness of a few hardy backwoodsmen, the Over Mountain Men, brandishing axes, knives, and hunting rifles in the face of soldiers with bayonets.
Jacob Dobkins was probably among those stalwart men. Perhaps your ancestor was too.
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My husband’s mother was a Ferguson! The motto is “Sweeter after difficulties” and the Crest is a “bee on a thistle. ” I don’t know whether he’s related to Patrick Ferguson. His ancestors came from the Hebrides to Nova Scotia, then settled in Long Island and then moved to CA. Happy Memorial Day!
Actually, two of my ancestors fought at Kings Mountain — Rowland and John Judd.
Brilliant Roberta. This partly explains the unbridled savagery of the British crown forces in Ireland in 1798 at the time of the United Irish Rebellion.
The British had lost the American colonies and were determined not to lose their Irish colony. It is estimated some 30,000 Irish were killed by Crown forces before, during and after the rebellion.
Unfortunately unlike their American cousins the Presbyterians of Ulster and the Catholics of places such as Wexford, Kildale and Wicklow were not well armed and relied principally on their ubiquitous pikes. Bravery was not enough, although they won a number of engagements, the United Irishmen and women had no chance against highly trained, well armed infantry.
Like the situation you mention, the British forces surpassed themselves on a number of occasions by slaughtering Irish rebels following their surrender.
Richard Chitwood, and his brother, Captain James Chitwood, were loyalists who fought and were captured at Kings Mountain. James was one of nine who were hanged by the patriots. On the other hand, Richard’s son James (my ancestor), was a patriot who served in the South Carolina militia. It’s hard to imagine what effect all that might have had on family relationships. Life at the time is always a lot messier than the history books make it seem.
Wonderful article, Roberta!
Beautifully done, keeping history alive.
Great story Roberta and love the images ….. I too had kin at King’s Mountain. In fact my George SMELSER b. abt 1760 is enumerated on the same 1790 Federal Census sheet for the “Old Pendleton District – SC” with General Benjamin Cleveland. George is listed in that portion of the sheet that appears to be tied to Captain John WILSON. (2nd column – top of page – 3rd person down). In fact we have identified several family members in the King’s Mountain group. Thanks to all of the soldiers and the support staff for their service …. Rest in Peace on this Memorial Day – 2021 ….
Been to this battlefield as well as the Cowpens and Guilford Courthouse. My ancestor, Alexander Martin was severely wounded in the Battle of Guilford Courthouse in 1781. Alexander was carried back to Augusta County, VA on a wagon and married in1788 to Jane Black siring 14 children.
Brilliant story-telling! Thank you for sharing this and honoring these soldiers today.
Love, love this article. All Americans need to really learn about the American Revolution and why we are free today. Makes me very proud to know that I had at least 3 patriots in the war. And thanks to the DAR for making sure all Americans remember our beginnings.
Another side of the story… Some of my ancestors refused to support the revolution because when they came to the colonies they signed an oath of loyalty to the King of England. They considered their word to be their bond and would not break it even if it meant the loss of everything they had. Eventually they moved their families far off into the wilderness to escape the ire of their neighbors.
Dear Ms. Roberta,
The “Indians” you mentioned in this article were not Indians — they were First Nations Peoples whose ancestors lived for thousands of years, all across this vast land which came to be known as the United States of America.
They were deemed “savages” by UK/Euro settlers for defending to the death these lands upon which they had lived for untold centuries.
Myself proudly being multi-racial, I tend to get a twitch in my jaw whenever “American History” is the topic at hand; and I make no apologies for it.
Lydia Bailey Buffington
I descend from these same people too.
. . . as a multi-racial person, I live, daily, with the repercussions of “American History”.
. . . my father stormed Omaha Beach. He was spit upon, while in uniform, when he returned Stateside.
Wow! What a great account of King’s Mountain, Roberta. I knew a little of the story, but you told it so well and with great illustrations. You probably know about Lyman C. Draper’s book, “King’s Mountain and its Heroes”. Draper also interviewed my GGGrandfather Zacharias Holladay, was with Anthony Wayne’s army which chased Cornwallis’ troops in South Carolina after Yorktown.
I need to reread that book. It’s been many years. How cool to find your ancestor there.
Besides Draper’s massive book (612 pp.) from 1881, I highly recommend the much more recent compilation of eyewitness accounts by Robert M Dunkerly, “The Battle of Kings Mountain”, 2007, 158 pp. You will find pretty much all the statements made in pension applications by those who participated, and letters from several of the leaders, Sevier, Campbell, Shelby, as well as some of the loyalists that survived. One pension application was that of a 6th-great uncle, Charles Bowen, who witnessed his brother Lieutenant Reece Bowen killed in the battle. Reece had assumed command of the company from his brother Captain William Bowen who had fallen ill and did not take part in the battle. They were with Col. William Campbell’s Washington County Virginia militia. All were brothers of my ancestor Rebecca Bowen Smith. The death of Reece was given considerable mention in Draper’s book.
Unfortunately, neither Draper nor Dunkerly mention Dobkins, but as you state, there is no comprehensive list of those who fought there, although several attempts have been made. Another site worth visiting is Sycamore Shoals State Park in Elizabethton, Tennessee, where the several groups of Overmountain Men gathered before crossing over the mountains.
My understanding is that only men who were enlisted long enough to qualify for a pension could apply for one. That, of course, would have e closed the militiamen who did not enlist but served at Kings Mountain. Did you find any of the actual militiamen listed in the book who were not unlisted?
Fold3 contains an excellent review of the several legislative acts pertaining to Revolutionary War pensions. From the site –
“The last, and most liberal of the service-pension acts benefiting Revolutionary War veterans, this act (4 Stat. 529) extended to more persons the provisions of the law of May 15, 1828. The act provided that every officer or enlisted man who had served at least two years in the Continental Line or State troops, volunteers or militia, was eligible for a pension of full pay for life. Naval and marine officers and enlisted men were also included. Veterans who had served less than two years, but not less than six months, were eligible for pensions of less than full pay.”
While I haven’t determined who among the many pension applications cited in Dunkerly’s book were solely militia, there appears to have been at least several. Militia veterans were generally not entitled to land grants, however, except for those who served with General George Rogers Clark in his Illinois campaign, and their grants were for land in the Old Northwest.
I loved this King’s Mountain Memorial Day Posting! I too would love to have a list of the 1000 “Over the Mountain” men who were there. I probably have ancestors on both sides. Mom’s ancestors with the Patriots. Dad’s with the Tories.
Good thing they all lived, assuming your ancestor who was their child was conceived after. 😁
Very nice. I’ve told you at length about my patrilineal 2g-grandfather being put in the wrong family 40 or 50 years ago. The family I ended up being in based on my Y-DNA has many members at King’s Mountain. My direct ancestor there seems circumstantially to be Benjamin Davidson “Sr.” Based on Scots-Irish naming conventions and traditions he is my patrilineal 4th great-grandfather. Unfortunately my 3g-gf, Benj, Jr. and all living brothers moved to Tennessee way before the old man died…leaving all his estate to three daughters who stayed in the area. I’ve checked this with several sources and there is just no way to establish through existing documentation his being my ancestor. But it looks pretty good.
By the way he was with McDowell. Putting him in the vicinity of where Ferguson was killed. Hmmm….
Yes, Ferguson was pretty much a sh*t. But if other stories are true, he did not shoot George Washington at Brandywine with his namesake rifle. “Gentlemen do not shoot at each other.” Or some such quote.
Thank you, Roberta, for this article. We are cousins on my father’s side, through the Estes family, but on my mother’s side we go back to John Patton, one of the Over-the-mountain
Men, and his wife Mary McKeehan Patton. She was known as “Gunpowder Mary”, and she made the 500 pounds of gunpowder that was carried by the Over-the-mountain Men to Kings Mountain to resupply the patriots, who were running very low on supplies, and probably couldn’t mount the final assault without it. The DAR has named a chapter after her.
Oh wow. I had no idea. She is a hero. What an amazing ancestor.
About the women with the tories, my historian sister told me there were women working around infantry regiment back in the 18th century. They were suppliers of little things, thread and needles, alcohol to spice up these military rations, salt, dry sausage, dry herbs, playing cards, dices, etc. They would resupply while the men do their military chores.
Some of them were into prostitution, but most weren’t. And some were known to match their clothes to the regiment’s color.
My 4th great-grandfather, Jacob Hise, and his three other brothers were part of the militia that fought at the Battle of King’s Mountain. I am still trying to determine if all of them eventually had their pension applications approved.