My persona I am the adopted son of William Duckworth II. My mother’s name is Alice Baxter. We are Scotch-Irish and proud of it. I came into the world as an illegitimate child, Born in New Jersey in 1749, to an unwed mom. I don’t ask. My great grandfather was John Duckworth. He was born in 1640 in England, he was a yeoman, owning some land, working it, educating himself from books, and enjoyed shooting and hunting. He served four years when called upon to serve sovereign and country. I am not sure what happened, I don’t ask. But Great grandfather John and Grandfather William were imported to the province of New Jersey inÂ¬Â¬ 1684 as 2 of 23 indentured servants required to serve four years. While living in New Jersey, My Grandfather, William Duckworth I, had helped my mother’s mother out with some legal issues. It seems this may have had something to do with me, my mother got pregnant out of wedlock, her mother Rebecca and my grandfather knew one another and he offered to help her out. I don’t ask. And I don’t ask who my father was either. My adopted Father William Duckworth II took us in in this way: In 1755 he was granted 235 acres in Frederick county Virginia by Thomas Lord Fairfax. This was on the Opequan creek. For some reason he invited us come to live with him in 1756. I was 7 years old. In 1758 my adopted father and my step-brother John were added to the roster of Capt. Thomas Speaks Company of the Frederick county Militia, defending the frontier of the Virginia colony. My adopted father disappeared late in the year 1759. I was 10. This led to some infighting amongst the family. My Step Brother took over the land and farm. The tension was always there. My mom died in 1763 and I left home a few months later, January 1764, about 15 as I recollect. This was about the same time that parliament issued a proclamation that prohibited settlers west of the Appalachian Mountains. This was greatly resented by the good folks of the Virginia colony. Figured this was a good place for me to be. So I have been trekking west of the Appalachians ever since, as far as the O_HI_O (Good River) river and the lands of KEN_TUCK_EE. Trading with the Catawba, Shawnee and Delaware mostly, and any others that come to hunt in this beautiful country. I do occasionally return to Fort Edwards and Fredericktown or Winchester, but not often. My family name is Duckworth; my Indian name is One paw. But that’s a different story for another time.