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Riverview Cemetery, also known as Cornplanter Cemetery and Corydon Cemetery, is located on the Chief Cornplanter Reservation. Riverside encompasses all three cemeteries.
" The Riverview Cemetery, which had been created in 1835; The Corydon Cemetery, established in 1819, was originally located in the River Valley, near the small villages of Corydon and Kinzua, PA and they were removed in 1964 to make way for the construction of the Kinzua Dam and the lake that flooded this town. The third cemetery is the Cornplanter Cemetery, of the Seneca Nation of Indians, which was also located in the nearby river valley and was removed in 1964 for the same reasons aforementioned.
All three of these cemeteries occupy the same [run of] ground, which overlooks the Kinzua Reservoir, on the north side of Willow Bay where it intersects the main lake body and they are maintained by the Descendants of Philip Tome, to this very day."
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Here are the true words of the great hunter, Jesse Logan, who had a fine pedigree of Seneca, Cayuga, and Oneida chiefs in his lineage. Among them, his maternal grandfather, John "Gaiänt'wakê" Abeel, Seneca War Chief (Chief Cornplanter), who along with Jesse Logan, was laid to rest in the eponymous Cornplanter Cemetery. Cornplanter Cemetery is one of the trio of cemeteries that are headed by Riverview Cemetery.
The Northumberland Historical Society Statement of Jesse Logan, aged 106 years old Cornplanter Reservation, Penn October 9, 1915
"I was born on the West Bank of the Allegheny River, in the Cornplanter Reservation, in 1809, the same year as Abraham Lincoln. My father was John Logan, Jr., a Cayuga, the only surviving child of Captain John Logan, the oldest son of Shikellamy. My mother was a daughter of the Seneca Chief Cornplanter. My father after retiring from the war path, settled at Cold Spring, in the Alle[ga]ny Reservation, in New York State, where he died in 1944 aged 100 years. Early in life he married Annie [Polly], a daughter of Cornplanter, who bore him fine children, three daughters and two sons. The last were names Lyman and Jesse. When my grandfather was old he came to this Reservation, where he lived with my father until his death. To the best of my knowledge, he died in this reservation, and is buried near the grave of Chief Cornplanter. I married Susan, a Seneca maid, and we had one child, James Logan, who died at the age of thirty. He was named for my great-uncle, the immortal Cayuga orator. Physically, my father and my son were small men, much smaller than my grandfather and my great-uncle. I took after my grandfather, as I am of large stature. I remember Cornplanter, my maternal grandfather, very well. He was a large, strong man, not dark in color, and with grey eyes. He was a great man for work. Every morning, winter or summer, rain or shine, at six o'clock he would come out of his house and ring a big dinner bell as a signal for all to get busy. He wore a red cap much the same as the white hunters do now. I remember Philip Tomb, the great elk and panther hunter, who lived a mile up the river. I hunted elk with the famous Jim Jacobs many times. I was taught to hunt by my grandfather, who died in 1820. He was a very old man when I was very young, but I recall what he looked like. I killed hundreds of elk, many bear and deer, and quite a few panthers, the last in 1860. I have always been fond of sports. I walk two miles to town (Corydon) every time there is a baseball game. As a boy I excelled at the Indian games of long ball and snow snake. I love a joke and enjoy a good dinner. I use tobacco and liquor sparingly. I attribute my long life to my love of outdoor exercise and hunting and fishing. In my old age I am well cared for by my Indian friends, but regret that 'my blood flows not in any living person,' to use the language of my great-uncle James. There are many Logans in the Reservations in Pennsylvania and New York; some are descended from my brother and sisters, others adopted the name because of the honor attached to it. I wish I had been invited to attend the unveiling of my great-grandfather's [Shikellamy's] monument in Sunbury next week, but I guess that the world has forgotten Logan. I tried to fight for the white man in the Civil War, but when I got to Harrisburg I was sent back as too old. But I was a dead shot, and can still beat men one-quarter of my age with the gun and bow and arrow. Next summer, if I live I hope to visit Logan Valley, where my grandfather resided, and view the scenes that my father loved to talk about. I would also like to visit Mrs. Gross, at Fort Augusta, who has done so much to honor Shikellamy's memory. I have lived a long while, but I am not tired of life, and each day seems new and pleasant to me."