In the 1730s, an Indian path from Fort Moore to the Saluda ridge was used by traders going to the Cherokee Nation. Later, a wagon road from Ninety Six to Augusta followed the same route. Named for the Martin family who lived beside it and served well the cause of the Revolution, it was widely used during that conflict by Patriots, Tories, and British.
(Historic Marker) Erected by Martintown Road Chapter Daughters of the American Revolution – 1972
Marker ID DAR 2-6 :on SC 230, 2 blocks S of intersection of SC230 (Martintown Rd.) and US 25 (Georgia Ave.), North Augusta
Some years ago on one my Sunday afternoon larks, about 15-20 miles past I-20 out of North Augusta SC, I came upon a marker beside Hwy 230. It appeared to be a large headstone for a grave.
“Now who,” I thought ” would be buried beside a rather well known if not major, road in the area?” Indulging my penchant for history and historical markers, the car naturally turned itself around, found a good spot on the shoulder of the road and parked so that I may have a better view of the granite sentinel. It turned out to not be a grave marker, but rather, a marker indicating the settlement of Martintowne.
The Martins were Scots Irish who migrated to America in the 17th century. They later migrated to various places; Abram Martin married Elizabeth Marshall and they had seven sons and two daughters. Abram Martin was killed by American Indians in 1773 while he was surveying land.
Abram Martin-Elizabeth Marshall Martin at Rootsweb
All of the sons signed up to fight for America’s freedom from British rule. Mrs. Martin was a fervent patriot and when sneered at by a British officer who, learning that all of her seven sons fought the British, told her she’d had or sent enough. She answered she only wished she had more to send. Some stories tell that the British assailed the Martin women and their homesteads several times, destroying their belongings such as feather beds and pillows. Perhaps they were looking for silver or other treasures suspected to be hidden, or perhaps their deeds were intended to serve as a demoralizing campaign.
All sons survived the war with the exception of William, who was killed during the siege of Augusta Ga in 1781. Family tradition tells that an English officer, while British held the fort at Ninety Six, (SC) road out one day (to Martintown) and asked the elder Mrs. Martin if she had a son who fought at Augusta. Daughter in law sitting nearby, she replied that she did. “Well I saw him get his head shot off” he told her while smiling maliciously. ” He could not have died in a better cause.” she responded.
Steadfast patriotism and courage ran deep in these women, as in so many others. Mrs. Martins’ two daughters in law lived in the home with her, as the men were all away at war. One day, the women heard that a courier along with British escorts would be passing through on the road near the homestead. Determined to intercept the courier, the two women, barely out of their teens, dressed in their husbands clothes and set off on their mission. When the men approached, the ladies stepped from their hiding place behind the rail fence and Grace Martin demanded the papers in the deepest voice she could conjure. Taken by complete surprise the courier and the escorts surrendered. Their captors generously paroled their prisoners after confiscating the papers.
The two women took a shortcut through the woods back to the house, just ahead of the British and changed back into their regular clothing. The British men shortly thereafter stopped at the homestead asking for food and shelter. The elder Mrs. Martin asked why they returned so quickly when they had just passed by the home. The men showed her their paroles telling her of the two rebel men armed with rifles who had appeared so unexpectedly the British could not defend themselves. The men stayed the night and went their way the next morning, never the wiser as to who had waylaid them the previous night. The dispatches had been sent forward to General Nathaniel Greene.
There are areas in the woods that look a bit different from the rest; trees seemingly planted in particular patterns, as if encircling homes that once stood in their shade. Everywhere one can look there are gentle slopes, dips, and hills, good positions for a house to stand and to spot . Good spots to see passersby on the nearby road, or on their approach to the homestead, well in time to reach for Miss Brown Bess if need be. It is a place of serenity and simple beauty scattered with bits of wild forest standing ready to reclaim the forest if we should allow this place of importance to slip into memory.
Lick Fork Lake campground in the Sumter National Park is a short ride from the Martintown Marker. Information on Find a Grave indicates the Martin family cemetery lies between the marker at Martintown and Lick Fork Lake Roads. Provided the map is accurate, it could be surmised the house stood near the cemetery as people living in rural frontier areas often had their burying grounds close to their home.
This is a good place to wander the forest and ponder a dark night when two young ladies bravely captured enemy soldiers in support of forming a new, independent nation. Let us never forget their courage and the sacrifice of the many without whom the United States of America would not have been founded.
My K9s and my car recently convinced me to make a return trip to the old Martin family home site. That, and new information that came to my attention. A very small family cemetery is in the vicinity of the Martintown marker on Martintown Rd. It lies roughly .20 mile down the road that leads to Lick Fork Lake State Park. A couple of things would seem to indicate the original home place was in this area was the tendency of families to locate their burying grounds near their homes and several clusters of trees often seen on old homesites. The trace of an old sunken road can be spotted in the trees not far from the current road. The age of this sunken road area is unknown to me, though it’s possible it may date back to colonial days. The terrain and vegetation seemed more inviting to snakes than to traipsing around, so my camera stepped forward to provide visuals of the site.
Somewhere behind this gate lies the family burying ground and home site. And lots of snakes.