Isaac ORCUTT^[1]

1770 - 1790  (20 years)

• Name	Isaac ORCUTT
  Born	1770
  Gender	Male
  Married?	N
  Cause of Death	Killed by a falling tree
  Died	1790	Hartford, Washington, New York
  Person ID	I15214	Main
  Last Modified	9 Dec 2023

  
  

  Father	Joseph ORCUTT,   b. 6 Jul 1717, Swansea, Bristol, Massachusetts ,   d. 1785, Egremont, Berkshire, Massachusetts  (Age 67 years)
  Mother	Temperance LOOMIS,   b. 19 Feb 1732
  Married	Abt 1749	Simsbury, Hartford, Connecticut
  Family ID	F7246	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

• Event Map		Died - 1790 - Hartford, Washington, New York  = Link to Google Earth
  Pin Legend	: Address       : Location       : City/Town       : County/Shire       : State/Province       : Country       : Not Set

  
  

• Documents

  Newell-EarlyAmericanBallads-1900

  
  

  Histories

  Early American Ballads Contains the music to The Ballad of Isaac Orcutt

  
  

• Notes

  The Ballad Of Isaac Orcutt Come all you neighboring people wait While I a doleful scene relate, Of a bright youth as e're you see, Who was killed in Hartford by a tree One Isaac Orcutt was his name Who lately into Hartford [Westfield?] came Resided with his brother James Last Thursday noon, went as it seems To cut some timber for a sled The snow being deep, he had to wade Near forty rods, to an ash tree The top was dry as you may see He cut the tree off from the stump The top being lodg'd, threw back a chunck Which flew and struck him on the head And crush'd him -- yet he was not dead There the poor sufferer senseless lay All the remainder of that day His charming face plung'd in the snow While from his head the blood did flow His friends and neighbors being gone Not knowing that he had withdrawn No search was made by anyone Until the setting of the sun Till Mr. Danly and his son Alarm'd set out upon the run They soon beheld him with surprise And gaz'd on him with steadfast eyes They then supposed him to be dead Till by motion of his head, drawing his breath One of his hands was stiffly froze Part of his arms, some of his toes The blood had issued from his wounds And thaw'd a passage to the ground Oh! Twas an awful sight to see So fair and sprightly a youth as he All crush'd and crippled in a heap T’would make the stoutest heart to weep They took him up and bore him home Put him to bed in a warm room They rubb'd his limbs and dressed his wounds And strove to force a cordial down But all in vain the passage choked His blood was chill’d, his skull was broke All useful medicines were applied Yet he on that same evening died The heavy news did soon arrive To his dear friends and relatives Which filled their hearts with bitter grief But he was past all their relief When all his friends had gathered round A sermon preach'd by Elder Brown His corpse with care was borne away To mingle with it's native clay He was but twenty years of age And some odd months as we allege He was both sprightly fair and kind Belov'd by every civil mind Think on his virtue weeping friends Mourn not for him but for your sins For sin is the procuring cause That brings God's judgement unawares Let this a warning be to all It is our great Creator's call Methinks I hear his word abroad Saying: "Prepare to meet your God" Author unknown

  
  

• Sources

  [S44] Orcutt_001 gedcom file, Robert Waddell.