Most of the tales deal merely with some piece of unavenged butchery.
In 1785, on June 29th, the house of a settler named Scott, in Washington County, Virginia, was attacked.

The Indians, thirteen in number, burst in the door just as the family were going to bed.

Scott was shot; his wife was seized and held motionless, while all her four children were tomahawked, and their throats cut, the blood spouting over her clothes.
The Indians loaded themselves with plunder, and, taking with them the wretched woman, moved off, and travelled all night.

Next morning each man took his share and nine of the party went down to steal horses on the Clinch.

The remaining four roamed off through the woods, and ten days later the woman succeeded in making her escape.