Chonodote
Chonodote was an 18th-century village of the Cayuga nation of Iroquois Indians in what is now upstate New York, USA. It was located about four and a half miles south of Goiogouen, on the east side of Cayuga Lake. Earlier, during the 17th century, this village was known as Deawendote, or Village of the Constant Dawn.
Chonodote was known as Peachtown to the American army because of its orchard of over a thousand peach trees. It consisted of about fourteen longhouses and stood very near the site of the present-day village of Aurora, New York.
On September 24, 1779, the village became the last one to be destroyed by the Sullivan-Clinton Campaign, under the command of William Butler:
Following the war, many Cayuga relocated to the Seneca reservation at Tonawanda.
Archaeological digging has pinpointed the likely location of Chonodote on the northern end of Aurora. Potsherds have been found and evidence of the use of coal in the 1770s was discovered. A historical marker denoting the location of Chonodote (Peachtown) can be found in front of the Aurora Inn, at N 42° 45.282 W 076° 42.164.
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Sweeney Todd
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