Person:Oliver Peabody (4)

Oliver Peabody
m. 1 Dec 1767
  1. Sarah Peabody1768 -
  2. Oliver Peabody1770 -
  3. Amos Peabody1772 - 1834
  4. Phebe Peabody1776 -
  5. Priscilla PeabodyAbt 1780 -
m. Abt 1799
  1. Nancy Peabody
  2. Ellsa Peabody
  3. Betsy Peabody
  4. Sally Peabody
  5. Samuel PeabodyAbt 1800 - Abt 1858
  6. John Albert Peabody1804 - 1883
  7. Loammi Baldwin Peabody1810 - Abt 1885
  • HOliver Peabody1770 -
  • WEsther ColeAbt 1770 - 1848
m. Aft 1812
Facts and Events
Name[1] Oliver Peabody
Gender Male
Birth[1][2] 3 Mar 1770 Boxford, Essex, Massachusetts, United States
Marriage Abt 1799 to Susanna Messer
Marriage Aft 1812 to Esther Cole
  1. 1.0 1.1 Peabody, Selim Hobart, and Charles Henry Pope. Peabody (Paybody, Pabody, Pabodie) genealogy. (Boston, Massachusetts: Charles H. Pope, publisher, 1909 (Boston, Mass. : Press of C.H. Simmonds & Co.))
    p. 108.

    Oliver Peabody [#196], s/o Jonathan, b. Boxford 3 Mar 1770, married ---.

  2. Boxford, Essex, Massachusetts, United States. Vital records of Boxford, Massachusetts, to the end of the year 1849. (Topsfield, Massachusetts: Topsfield Historical Society, 1905)
    p. 66.

    PEABODY, Oliver, s. Jonathan and Marcy, [born] Mar. 3, 1770.

  3.   Willey, Benjamin G. Incidents in White Mountain history: containing facts relating to the discovery and settlement of the mountains, Indian history and traditions, a minute and authentic account of the destruction of the Willey family, geology and temperature of the mountains. (Boston: Nathaniel Noyes, 1856, c1855)
    p. 229.

    One dark night Mr Oliver Peabody, living in a log hut, was disturbed by his cattle in the hovel near by. Supposing that one of them had broken from his fastening, and was goring the rest, he arose from his bed, and, with nothing on but his night-dress, ran towards the hovel to search out the cause of the trouble. As he came to the entrance, which was merely a hole in its side, he espied some black creature standing just inside, and, thinking it one of his cattle, stepped forward a little, and struck it on the rump with a stick he had in his hand, crying, "Hurrup! hurrup there!" The creature, deeming this rather a rough salutation, turned round, and, with the full force of his huge paw, gave him a heavy slap on the side. By this time he began to imagine that he was in no very delicate, refined company, and must look out for himself. The salutation he received from the creature was a little more unceremonious and rude than the one he first gave him. He was fully aware, now, that sometimes a person must take blows as well as give them, and hard ones, too. Certain it was, he had no disposition to repeat his stroke, or his cry of" Hurrup! hurrup!" and, perceiving that the bear was about to repeat the blow, he sounded a retreat, and made haste back to his hut. Whether the bear kept his ground, and proceeded to annoy the cattle further, we were not informed.

    In the autumn of 1804, it required all the vigilance and courage of the inhabitants to preserve their cattle and hogs from the ferocious creatures. The nuts and berries, their usual food, had failed them,and, driven on by hunger, the infuriated beasts would rush almost into the very houses of the settlers. Young hogs were caught and carried off in sight of their owners, and within gunshot of their pens. A hugs, growling monster, seized a good-sized hog in his paws, and ran off with it, standing on his hind legs, satisfying his hunger as he went.

    One dark night Mr Oliver Peabody, the same we have spoken of before, was disturbed by the loud squealing of his hogs. As unsuspecting as before, he rushed out in his nightdress to the yard where they were kept, back of his barn. Scarcely yet fully awake, he placed his hands upon the top rail, and stood peering out into the darkness, shouting lustily to whatever might be disturbing his hogs. So intent was he on driving away the intruder, that he was conscious of nothing until he felt the warm breath of a large bear breathing directly in his face. The huge monster had left the hogs on his first approach, and, rearing herself on her hind legs, placed her paws on the same rail, near his hands, and stood ready for the new-year salutation of the Russians - a hug and a kiss. Realizing fully his danger, he darted away for his house, the bear following close at his heels. He had barely time to reach his door, and throw himself against it as a fastening, when Madam Bruin came rushing against it. The frail thing trembled and squeaked on its wooden hinges, but his wife had placed the wooden bar across it, and thus it withstood the shock. Opening the door slightly, on the first opportunity, he let out his dog. The dog, used to the business, seized the bear fiercely by the throat, as she sat on her haunches eying the door. Not so easily driven off, however, she threw the mastiff with tremendous force against the house, and leaping a fence near at hand, sat coolly down. The noble dog, as soon as he could recover from the stunning blow, again attacked her. With still more force she threw him this time the cabin, displacing some of its smaller timbers, near where some of the children were asleep in a truckle-bed. Bounding away, she ran some eighty rods, to the house of one Stephen Messer, seized a large hog, and leaping a fence three feet high with it in her arms, ran thirty rods, and sat down to her feast. Before Messrs. Peabody and Messer could reach her, she had finished her repast and walked slowly off into the woods.