posted on Feb, 1 2013 @ 05:05 PM
There's a town about a hour away from me called Horseheads, NY. I looked up the story in Wikipedia on how it got its name, but I heard a more
""The Valley of the Horses’ Heads'(NEEDS CITATION)
A twenty-eight square mile memorial, unparalled in American Military History, is the proud distinction that enshrines the Town and Village of
Horseheads, New York. Nowhere on the American Continent has the writer, through considerable government and public research, been able to find a town
or village that perpetuates the same patriotic drama laid at the doorsteps of Horseheads, N.Y. on September 24, 1779. This date hallmarks, the time
and hallowed ground where lie, the relics and sun-bleached skulls (some estimates run as high as 300) of the American Military pack horses of
Major-General John Sullivan. These peaceful servants of General Sullivan and his officers with about 5000 “ragged rebels” (as expressed by George
III) brought forth gallantry, in the American Revolutionary War’s Western Campaign against the Six Nations of the Iroquois worthy of greatness to
exalt these pack horses to any American Military “Valhalla.” Burdened down with heavy military equipment in their 450 mile journey through wooded
wilderness from Easton, PA, over to Wyoming, and on up the Susquehanna River Trail to Elmira, NY, they continued north through Horseheads to the
Finger Lakes region and west to Geneseo. Returning the same route to Horseheads, these military pack horses had reached the end of their endurance.
Here, General Sullivan, through humanitary [sic] reasons was compelled to dispose of these partners in the cause of American freedom. A few years
later, the skulls of the horses were arrayed along the trail by a few returning Indians. On this spot, the first settlers built their homes. This
location, first known as “the Valley of the Horses’ Heads,” was later changed to Horseheads. "
The story I heard was that it was during the Revolutionary War, but the Major General, got caught in an early winter storm (in November). The winter
did not relent. The soldiers had to eat the horses and use their hides for warmth and shelter. By the time relief troups reached the men to get them
supplies, all they found of the horses were their heads.