Jenny Wiley - Escape

Escape

Jenny was held captive by Native Americans for several months in what is presently Little Mud Lick Creek, Johnson County, Kentucky. She managed to escape to Harman's Blockhouse in what was then Floyd County (now Johnson County). With the help of the settlers at Harman's Blockhouse, Jenny made her way back to Walker's Creek, where she began a new family with her husband, Thomas. In approximately 1800, the Wiley family crossed the Big Sandy River, and settled in what is currently Johnson County, Kentucky. Jenny and her husband Thomas started a new family and had five children consisting of the following:

Jane Wiley, married Richard Williamson, son of American Revolutionary War patriot at the Battle of Point Pleasant also settled on Twelve Pole Creek;
Sarah "Sally" Wiley, married twice (1) Christian Yost; (2) Samuel Murray and resided in Wayne County;
Hezekiah Wiley, married Christine Nelson and settled on Twelve Pole Creek, Wanye County (W)Virginia;
Willaim Stapleton and Sarah Wiley married and
Adam Brevard Wiley married Neely Dillon, both left families in Johnson County Kentucky.

Jenny Wiley lived in Johnson County with her family until her death in 1831. She was buried near the farm in River where she spent her final years.

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