Wyoming

" ...]moment the Seneca Indian shot his horse, but, short as was the distance, all sounds of conflict were over by the time he reached his destination. Among the parties dashing hither and thither, in the blind effort to escape the Tories and Indians, who seemed to be everywhere, Fred recognized several friends and neighbors. Indeed, since Wyoming was his native place, it may be said that nearly all the fugitives were known to him. "Why ain't you with your folks?" suddenly asked a middle-aged farmer, who stopped for a moment in his panting flight to exchange a few words and to gain breath. "Can you tell me where they are?" asked Fred in turn. "They're well on their way across the Susquehanna by this time, if they haven't reached the other shore." ...]."