Capt. Jonathan Pratt was a very active, spry man, and very courageous withal.  On one occasion he had received quite a sum of money from Connecticut, and on his way home, when going up through the pine woods that were on the high ground east of Oak Hill, it being after dark, a man suddenly sprang out of the thicket and demanded his money.  The captain bounded out of his wagon and applied his "blacksnake" whip so vigorously that the rascal ran for dear life. He had an idea who his intended robber was, and, in a few days after, he saw him in the village and with one arm in a sling, and his face and his other hand badly marked up. He rallied him about his appearance, but the man claimed that it was caused by the limbs of a falling tree which he was chopping a few days before.  Upon the formation of the Presbyterian church he became a member of the board of trustees, and Betsey, his wife, became a member of the church. They had three children, Jonathan and two daughters.  Jonathan, Jr., inherited the old farm, but it was sold after a time and he went to live with his sons, Cole and Solomon , who bought a large tract of timber land between Livingstonville and Franklinton, where they carried on a large lumber trade for a number of years.  About 23 years ago they both sold out and went to Michigan, since which both have died.  Eunice, their sister, married Elizur Benjamin , and lives near the site of their original sawmill.