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Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) 2 0 Browse Search
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Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing), Musgrave, Mary (search)
Musgrave, Mary Indian interpreter; was a half-breed Creek, and wife of John Musgrave, a South Carolina trader. She lived in a hut at Yamacraw, poor and ragged. Finding she could speak English. Oglethorpe employed her as interpreter, with a salary of $500 a year. Her husband died, and she married a man named Mathews. He, too, died, and about 1749 she became the wife of Thomas Bosomworth, chaplain of Oglethorpe's regiment, a designing knave, who gave the colony much trouble. He had become heavily indebted to Carolinians for cattle, and, to acquire fortune and power, he persuaded Mary to assert that she had descended in a maternal line from an Indian king, and to claim a right to the whole Creek territory. She accordingly proclaimed herself empress of the Creeks, disavowed all allegiance to the English, summoned a general convocation of the Creek chiefs, and recounted the wrongs she had suffered at the hands of the English. Inflamed by her harangue, dictated by Bosomworth, th
in Troupville, Ga. and was sold by him to B. L. Johnson. I run away from Mr. Johnson in December, 1860, carrying a boy with me to Savannah; said boy has been returned to his owner, having been taken on the Savannah and Charleston Railroad, near the Savannah river. I was captured also that time, but made my escape afterwards, and returned to the city of Savannah, and have been in the county of Chatham ever since. "On March the 4th I murdered Mr. P. Brady, in the city of Savannah, in Yamacraw. Mr. Brady saw me pass his house several times, and took me to be a runaway. He invited me into his house, saying he would give me something to eat. I went to the door, and he arrested me, saying, "You are my prisoner." I had a knife, and stabbed him in the left arm, also in his left shoulder, which killed him in ten minutes. I immediately left his house for the woods. "I killed Mr. Samuel W. Williams on or about the 18th day of June, 1861. I was persuaded to do so by a negro man, n