September 26, 2010

By S. C. Turnbo

Among the former residents of Marion County, Ark. is Sam Beazley. One day in the month of June 1906 I met Mr. Beazley at the Oak Grove School House near Oneta Post Office Indian Territory where he told me the following. “One night”. said he, “while we lived in the northeast corner of Marion County, I and my father George Beazley went out together one night on Mountain Creek coon hunting and the dogs chased a coon and treed it in the head of dry run hollow that empties into Mountain Greek two miles west of Long Mountain. We out the tree down but as it was falling it lodged against another tree and broke off a big limb which came crashing to the ground and struck my father and mashed him to the ground. I supposed he was dead and leaping to the fallen limb and lifted it up off of him and pushed it to one side and dropped it to the ground again and began a sorrowing work of trying to revive my father but as I said I thought he was killed and it seemed hopeless to do anything toward trying to bring him back to life again but to my joyful surprise he revived and rose to his feet but his left shoulder and collar bone was broken. It was five miles to our home and this was the nearest house to us but with my assistance he walked all the way there that night. It was many days before he recovered. When I lifted the limb off of my father that night the weight of the limb did not seem a bit heavy. A few days after this I returned back to the same spot to look at the limb and it appeared so large that I wondered how I managed to lift it up and took hold of it to see if I could raise it again and I could not lift it at all. I cannot understand the reason I could lift the limb up so easily that night when I thought my father was killed.”
By S. C. Turnbo

When the writer was a small boy I heard the old settlers relate repeatedly the following which they said was strictly true.

A man of the name of John Roberts built the first mill in Green County, Mo. This mill was a very small affair and stood near 4 miles east of Springfield. This man Roberts and Tom Harn had an old grudge between them, and every time they would meet together they could hardly pass each other without heated words. Harn was sheriff of Green County and experienced some trouble in his efforts to control violators of the law. One day Harn and Roberts met in Springfield and renewed the quarrel which soon become serious and Roberts got so exasperated that he drew a big long bladed knife and struck Harn intending to kill him. As it happened the sheriff had a loose half dollar in silver in his vest pocket on his left side and the point of the knife hit the middle of the piece of silver and of course did not penetrate it and thus saved the life of the sheriff. It was the sheriffs turn now to get his temper up at a high pitch and he knocked Roberts down with a stick of wood which stunned him and he lay unconscious for a while.
By S. C. Turnbo

Though I was very young yet I remember the man who was said to be the first one that was found guilty of murder in the first degree and was sentenced to be hung. I recollect that the killing was very serious on account of the relationship but was thought to be justifiable by many people but still it was a horrible affair. As I have already told you my father was the first sheriff of Shannon County, Mo. and was elected to that position before a jail house had been build at old Eminence the first county seat of Shannon. One day during a cold period of winter while a deep snow lay on the ground a man of the name of Clemmons began to quarrel with his wife and from a quarrel man and wife engaged in a fight and the husband abused his wife very bad and whipped her unmercifully. They had a grown son that was present who dearly loved his mother and it was more than he could bear to see his mother mistreated and humiliated in such a cruel manner and he begged his father to desist and not treat his mother so brutish and the cruel father ordered his son to leave the house or he would treat him likewise but the boy refused to leave the house and while his mother was begging and crying and his father continuing to strike his wife and finding that words had no influence over his father he determined to protect his helpless mother at all hazzards and matching the rifle from the rack he ran out of doors with it and putting the muzzle of the gun through a crack between two logs of the cabin he shot his father dead. My father being sheriff he arrested the young man and as there was no jail house in the county he was kept at our house with a log chain looked to one ankle until after he had his preliminary examination when he was incarcerated in the jail house at Houston in Texas County for safe keeping until circuit court was convened at Eminence where he was tried and found guilty of murder in the first degree and sentenced to be hung and was taken back to Houston to await the day of execution which was intended to go into effect at Houston. As he was quite a young man and had slain his father in defense of his helpless mother he had the sympathy of a majority of the men and women of the county and a petition was circulated asking the Governor of Missouri to commute the sentence to imprisonment for life. The petition was circulated all over the county and every citizen almost attached his signature to the paper and my father carried the petition to the Governor at Jefferson City. He had to hurry for it might be too late. He rode his horse until it gave out, and he left him in the care of a settler who lived in a small log hut and went on afoot. Settlers cabins were thinly scattered and horses were scarce, and my father said he walked until he was exhausted. But luckily at this time he met with an oppertunity to hire a horse which he rode to Jefferson City and presented the paper to the Governor who after due consideration signed it commuting the sentence from death to imprisonment. My father now hurried on his return back and rode the same horse back to where he had hired it from the owner where he met the good fortune to hire another horse from another man which he rode back to where he had left his horse which he found sufficiently rested to carry him on to Houston and arrived there 48 hours before the time set for the execution and the prisnor received the good news with joy.

The foregoing was told me by Mr. Robert bassfact/Bassfact1 at Jackson Switch in the Indian Territory on the 14 of July 1906. Mr. Morris’s fathers given name was James P.

By S. C. Turnbo

This account was given me by Capt. James H. Sallee and others and relates to the killing of a man in war times through a mistake.

“In the first place a certain man had went to where Capt. Ben Bray was camped with his company of southern men on Lick Creek below Gainsville, Mo. and reported to that officer. It is said that Bray informed him if the men would all join his company he would do all in his power to protect their property and he came back and told several parties what Capt. Bray had said. This seemed to anger some of the citizens against the man who had went to Bray and said that he only wanted to betray them, and two men thinking that this same man would pass along the road up Pond Fork concealed themselves in a paw paw thicket near the road side and only a few yards above the head of the pond that the creek took its name from and soon after the two had taken their position a man came along and thinking that he was the one they wanted shot him down but on going to the road where he lay quivering in death they were horrified to find that he was the wrong man and recognized him as Henry Tabor son of old Uncle Henry Tabor. Knowing that some person or persons would pass over the road before many hours elapsed and that the dead man would be identified and to prevent as far as possible the exposure of the crime, they picked up the bleeding corpse and carried it across the creek bottom and across the creek to the west side where they laid it down and covered it over with chunks of wood logs, stones and leaves in which condition it was found several weeks afterward.”
By S. C. Turnbo

Mr. Joshua Baker, give the writer this account. During my early boyhood days a man of the name of Jesse Waddle come into Northwest Arkansas and settled near Hillsborrough in Hashing County. He had come from one of the states east of the Mississippi River and had lost his wife there, and he become party insane over the loss of her. Just previous to the death of his wife she had given birth to a little boy baby and the father brought the child with him. No one else as far as known accompanied him to Arkansas. The state of the man’s mind was so demented on account of the death of his wife that he carried the child astride of his neck and shoulder and held him by the ankles. He lived in his house alone with his baby. He would not leave the house any distance without taking the infant with him. His devotion for the memory of his dead wife and the love for his child was so great that he kept the baby with him all the time. Very often frightful stories of Indians would float around among the settlers and when the news would reach the ears of this man he would grab up the boy which by this time was 5 years old and place it on his shoulder with its legs astride of his neck and he would hold it by the ankles and tell the child to hold to the hair of his head and then he would leave the house on a run and as he would pass by a cabin he would sing out, “Indians, Murder, burn scalp”, as fast as he could utter it and continue on as fast as he could go, and repeat the same words as he ran by the next settlers hut. On a few occasions when he would be at Hillsburrough with the child, a band of Indians would enter the village to purchase whiskey and Mr. Waddle would think they had come there for a hostile purpose and he would snatch up the little boy, and off he would go up the Illinoise River toward his home and as he would pass a dwelling he would cry out, “Indians coming”. Sometimes he would be so wrought up with fear that he would make for the foot of the Boston Mountains and climb up to a high part of a hill to take a view back the way he had come to ascertain if there were any Indians following him and after waiting some hours and finding no Indians in sight he would pick up the boy and start on home. Long before the settlers had become use to the ways of the man and not knowing that his mind was deranged he would cause a stampede among them when he would pass the house with the child astride of his neck crying out “Indians coming”. But finally after he had lived there a while and he had fooled them so much that they all got so that they paid no attentions to him unless they knew there was danger from the red skins. One day after this mans mind was more healthy and his wild spells had grown less frequent and the boy had grown so large that he could not carry him around much he was in Hillsburrough with a crowd of other settlers and one of them says “Mr. Waddle, what made you run at the sight of every Indian you saw whether friendly or otherwise”, and the man replied, “Well, I was afraid of Indians and I did not have the power to prevent myself from running when ever I caught sight of one. I suppose my fears were mostly imaginary, but I could not control myself for I thought they would kill me and my little boy”.
By S. C. Turnbo

The following account which is sad an pathetic was furnished me by Mr. Noah Mefford and his wife Mrs. Rebecca (Risley) Mefford and relates to the death of Miss Ada Malissa Risley a sister of Mrs. Meffords and which occurred while Mich Risley and Mrs. Celian Risley his wife who is the father and mother of the dead girl lived on the Sam Pelham Place near Dugginsville Ozark County, Mo. Mrs. Risley is a daughter of Jim Tabor and the little girl the subject of this sketch was only 4 years old. In giving a history of the case Mr. Mefford and his wife stated that one Saturday morning at 9 A.M. while a thunder shower was passing over three of Risleys children Ada and Mary Ann who was 6 years old and their brother Jim who was 7 years old were seated together on a small bench in the corner of the house near the fire place. Ada was sitting between the other two and they all had hold of a spelling book and the two older children were reciting the A.B.C’s. to Ada when an electrical bolt struck the top of the chimney then leaped to the end of a rib pole and followed a few feet then left it and struck the roof of the house and followed part of it a short distance to the wall of the house and passed down it to the mirror which was hanging to the wall and shattered it to pieces, leaving the looking glass the current flashed to the little girl and struck her on the side of the head and scorched the parts where the lightning took effect. Mr. Risley was sitting at the door reading the Bible his wife was standing on the porch. Rachel Elizabeth another daughter was standing in the south door that lead out onto the porch. Mr. Risley was not shocked his wife was knocked down and fell under the dining table, Elizabeth was knocked back against the bed, Jim was severely stunned and Mary Ann was not seriously injured, though with the exception of Mr. Risley they were all unconscious for a short time. As soon as Mr. Risley realized what had occurred and knowing that water was a good restorative in cases where people had received an electrical shock picked up his wife and children one at a time and carried them out into the yard and laid them down on the ground where the rain could fall on them and done all he could to resuscitate the inanimate forms. They all soon revived except Jim and Ada. Poor Ada never recovered and they thought that Jim was dead but he finally recovered. Mr. Risley and his wife and the children who had fully come to themselves realized that Ada had passed from beyond this life – that the angel of death had taken her away. The scene was tearful and sad the body of the little girl received interment in the cemetery at Lutie. The parents were intending to send their children to school at the Edmondson school house on the following Monday. Soon after the little body was laid to rest under the sod Mr. Risley said that on the day before the death of his little child a small bird lit on his shoulder then on his head and chirped a little song he said that the action of the little songster puzzled and irritated him not thinking it was an ill omen and tried to scare it away. The bird would fly off a few yards and come back again. Mr. Risley would repeat the story of the bird and shed tears for he seemed to incline to the belief that it was a warning of the sudden taking away of his beloved child.”
By S. C. Turnbo

The following amusing incident was told me by John Crenshaw who was born on Crane Creek in Stone County, Mo. in the month of December 1850. His father William Crenshaw was among the first settlers of that part of Missouri. His mother whose given name was Rhoda was a daughter of Nick Bailey the first assessor of Stone County. William Crenshaw has been dead a number of years and is buried in the Dallas Hart Grave yard near Dugginsville, Mo. John Crenshaw said that the village of the “Mouth of Flat” at the mouth of Flat Creek was once the county seat of Stone County before it was removed to Galena.

Mr. Crenshaw in giving the interesting story mentioned above says that Mr. Asa G. Smith was an old pioneer settler of Stone County and was known by almost every resident in that section. “The incident I refer to”, said Mr. Crenshaw, “occurred 5 years before I was born but it is so well authenticated that there is no question in my mind as to the truth of it” said he. “One day in the year 1845 Asa G. Smith went to the then small town of Springfield to transact business at the land office. On arriving at the future city he found himself very hungry and the first thing he did on reaching there was to hunt a boarding house to procure something to appease his appetite. On inquiry he was directed to a small house where they give travelers a chance to get something to eat. On reaching the house Mr. Smith stepped into the dining room and called for a lunch, and the proprietor soon prepared a plate and a seat for him at the table. There was a young gawky looking fellow seated at the table when Mr. Smith entered the house and the latter was requested to sit down at the table on the opposite dide from where the young man was seated. As Mr. Smith began to make way with what was placed before him the young fellow who was something of a smart alex stopped eating a moment and looked straight at Smith and says, “Hello, Mister. Where do you hail from”, and Mr. Smith replied, “I live down on White River above the mouth of James in Stone County”. “Oh yes” answered the smart young man, “you stay in the midst of horse thieves, hog thieves and ruffians who infest that region”. This was too much for Asa G. Smith to bear and considering it an insult flung at himself and friends he resented it by replying, “Mr. gawky, my neighbors and people are not of that class and they enjoy the reputation of being as honest and clever as the people are in any county of the state of Missouri and I will not permit you not no other man to disparage the character of my friends and neighbors in such a disgraceful and disgusting way, Sir”, and shoving himself back from the table he raised his feet and placed them against the side of the table and shoved it violently against the now thoroughly frightened young fellow with such force that it knocked him sprawling on the floor and the table and its contents fell on him. The youngster thought he had come in contact with his Satanic Majesty and he kicked and yelled to release himself and on getting free from the table he leaped to his feet and ran out of the house hallooing murder, murder, as loud as his vocal organs would permit, the dining room was a sight to behold. Plates, knives, and forks and victuals lay scattered over the floor. The proprieter was greatly excited and expected that the wrath of Smith would hit him next but the latter was calm as a pickled cucumber and he says to the owner, “Sir, what is the damage”, and the seared man replied, “Ten dollars”, and Smith reached down into his pocket and took out his purse made of tanned deer hide and fished out a ten dollar gold piece and handed it to the proprietor and says, “Take it my friend, I have value received” and left the house to finish his meal at another boarding house. The demolished young man was not in sight and they said he left the village on quick time.”
By S. C. Turnbo

Among accounts of revivals in the religious world is one given me by Mr. Joshua Baker a Missionary Baptist preacher who is an old timer of Washington County, Ark. Said he, “Church matters did not take any tangible form at Fayetteville, Ark. until the year 1847, when one day during that year an old man who was afoot and carrying an old ragged grip sack come into town and when he reached the front of Jim Suttons store door he stopped and sit down on the side walk. While he ocupied this seat several men and women passed him but the old man seemed to be so tired that he hardly looked up. They knew he was a stranger there and the most of them wondered where he was from. In a half an hour or more, Doctor Pollard came along by where the old fellow was sitting and he rose to his feet and introduced himself to the doctor and ask the doctor his name. Then he wanted to know if there was a church house in town and Pollard informed.him that there was. The old man now inquired of the doctor if the people would give him the privilege of preaching in it. “Of course we will” said Pollard. “Well, I would like to preach tonight”, said’ the old man, and Pollard replied., “I will announce an appointment for you”, and the doctor remarked further that he would go and see the trustees of the house and ask them to circulate the appointment and have the bell wrung at the proper hour and the old men thanked the doctor very kind for his courtesy. Just before they parted the old man says “I have not had dinner today”, and Pollard requested him to follow him and he taken him to his house and gave him plenty to eat and the doctor invited him to remain at his house and to make it his home while he remained there preaching and the old man thanked him and consented to do so. When the hour for evening services arrived the bell at the church house was wrung a long time and nearly all the population of the town turned out to hear the strange preacher. Doctor Pollard conducted the preacher to the house of worship and introduced him to the congregation and the old man began the services by making a few plain remarks which was followed by a pathetic song that seemed to touch the heart of every one present, then the discourse followed which was spoke in simple form and language but it had weight and power. It appeared that every man and woman in the house felt the effects of it. Just before dismissing the assembly the preacher ask permission of the people if he might prolong the meeting into a protracted one and his request was readily granted. It proved to be an interesting meeting. Everybody in town wanted the preacher to go home with them for dinner or stay all night but he refused all invitations and did not visit anywhere except Pollards where he eat and slept and the house where he preached. The services continued 21 days and nights which resulted in 300 convertions and he did all the preaching himself. Though a number of men and women assisted at singing, Nearly all the old men and old women, young men and young ladies of the town and including a large number of the country people promised by their actions that they were tired of sin and recklessness and would live a better life. The converted included lawyers doctors, merchants. It was a memorable time. The entire 300 converts were baptized. Among them was the famed judge Dave Walker who was baptized in a new suit of broadcloth. He had the coat which was of the claw hammer fashion buttoned up tight around him. Mr. Walker refused to pull off his boots and was baptized in them. He would have been baptized with his hat on but he thought it would float off his head under the water and pulled it off. After the converts were all baptized. The preacher, whose name was Robertson remained a day or two longer to advise the converts to organize a church. He told them that they had the privilege of joining any church they desired to but he said he had rather they would go into the Baptist Church as he was a Baptist himself. As far as I know no one knew where he come from. On the morning of the day he preached the last sermon to his converts which was done at mid day, Judge Dave Walker and other influential citizens of the town and county bought a fine horse for $125 and a rig worth $25 beside this they raised $50 in gold, and after the meeting was dismissed, Judge Walker, Doctor Dean and Doctor Pollard were appointed unknown to the preacher to conduct the preacher down to the horse rack where the horse was hitched with the saddle and bridle on and on reaching the rack where the horse stood they presented the horse and the rig and the $50 to him. The old man was taken by surprise, but was greatly pleased at the generosity of the people. On reflecting a few seconds he says, “Brethren, I am told that there are a number of widow women and orphan children in this town that need help and though while I appreciate your kindness in offering me this horse and $50 as a gift these people I refer to need it worse than I do and with your permission my brothers I return the horse bridle, saddle and $25 of the money you gave me back to you. Please sell the horse and equipment and add the proceeds of the sale to the $25 I return to you and distribute it equally among the deserving widows and their children”. He now thanked the men in a courteous manner and after tipping his hat to them he walked away from them and as far as the people of Fayetteville, Arkansas is concerned they never knew where he went to, for that was the last we saw or heard of him.”

By S. C. Turnbo

It is a difficult matter to get all the names of the early settlers correct. As people grow old they partially lose their recollection and tell some of the names wrong this is not done intentional but the memory of old people grow more faded as they get older. In refering to the old Beller Stand on Crooked Creek 6 miles above Harrison, Ark., Col. S. W. Peel says it was William Beller. Capt. A. S. Wood says it was Peter Beller. It might have been that there were two men named Beller one Peter and the other William. If there Col. Peel and Capt. Wood are both right in giving their name. If there were only one man named Beller and whether his given name be Peter or William one of them is mistaken. Capt. Wood says that Peter Beller arrived on Crooked Creek in the month of May 1833. What makes me think it was Peter that lived at the Beller Stand above Harrison, Ark. Is that one day after I was grown and was married I saw a lady who ask me if I was my fathers youngest child and I answered in the affirmative, and she said “I am Peter Bellers wife. In the month of May 1833 while I and my husband were moving up Crooked Creek from Tennessee we stopped at the first crossing of the creek below Shawnee Town to camp. We stopped in a thick cane brake where a dim road lead through that had been made by the Indians. Soon after we had stopped here a man came along on horse back who said his name was Bill Wood and he told my husband and myself that his wife was confined and that women were so scarce that it was a serious matter to find any to wait on her. He said he had started for Aunt Katie Adams a mid wife but it would be a good while before he could get her there even if she was able to go and says he, “My wife needs help just as soon as assistance can reach her”, and he ask me if I would be kind enough to go see her, I told him I would volunteer and go at once if he had any way to take me there. “This horse” said he, “will carry double and I got up on the hub of the hind wheel of my husbands ox wagon and mounted up on the horse behind Mr. Wood and went home with him and waited on his wife until after the child was born and I went back to camp where my husband and children were. The man I went with was your father and his wife was your mother and you are the child that was born in the then wilderness of Crooked Creek.”
By S. C. Turnbo

Nathan Tyler an old pioneer hunter of Taney County, Mo. and Boone County, Ark. related this account to me. “One day” said he “while I was hunting on White Oak Creek a small but fine watered stream that empties into Crooked Creek I discovered an old rifle gun barrel lying on the ground and some pieces of the trigger was lying nearby. The barrel and the remnants of the lock was badly corroded with rust. A bullet was found in the gun barrel which had been pushed half way down.” Mr. Tyler said that he took the barrel and the pieces of the trigger home and kept them several years and showed them to a number of hunters and others and mentioned it to many more but none of them were able to give him any information regarding this old time relict and how it got there. But the supposition among the most of the settlers was that the gun had belonged to a white man or an Indian and more than likely the owner of the gun had shot a wild beast and wounded it and the animal had attacked and slain the man before he could finish reloading his gun again. This is only conjecture. “I found the gun barrel soon after the close of the Civil War, between the states and no doubt it had been lying there in the woods many years before I discovered it”l said Mr. Tyler.
By S. C. Turnbo

Most all the old timers of Taney County, Mo. and Carroll County, Ark. were personly acquainted with Bob Rains. He was such a noted character that his fame as a fighter spread over a large extent of country along White River. He would visit Forsythe and Carrollton frequently and get to drinking and become boisterous and raise a fuss with some man by threatening him to run a bluff on him. If that was not satisfactory he would jump on the man and whip him. Many men were afraid of him and taken a great deal of his abuse rather than to get Into trouble with him. In raising a quarrel he would claim that some man present that he desired trouble with had insulted him. Usually the accusation was charged against the party merely to have some excuse to get into a fight with the man in order to get to whip him then boast of it afterward. Though Bob Rains was very rough at times especially if drinking rotten whiskey but when he was sober he was a kind hearted fellow and in spite of his terrible manner of dealing with his supposed enemies he commanded the respect of a goodly number of the citizens. In fact he did not fuss with every man he met because he knew that only a certain class of his fellow man would take his abuse. He would usually pick on those men that he supposed was timid and dreaded him. Knew all those fellows that would bear so much of his abuse and no more and these he kept on friendly terms with but he made two mistakes during his life by picking men that he thought he could bull doze. The last man he met that he was mistaken in was John Jackson in front of John P. Vances Store at Forsythe. Jackson who was a large robust man drew his sharp pointed knife when the row commenced between him and Rains and stabbed the latter in the head with it. Jackson struck several blows with the knife and the point of the knife entered the skull bone at each stroke and Jackson would have to pull hard to draw the knife from the skull to repeat the stroke. He struck only a few licks when Rains sank at the feet of Jackson and died instantly which put an end to his career as a bully and fighter. Rains was abusive and of an over bearing disposition yet the most of people regretted to learn of his death. A number of years before he met death in Forsythe he attacked a man one day in Carrollton that lowered his notches in Carroll County.

The account of which was written to me by Col. Sam Peel of Bentonville Arkansas and the noted congressman of Northwest Arkansas. Col. Peel wrote that it was customary of Saturday evenings for the big fighters of the surrounding country to visit Carrollton and drink cheap whiskey at John Potts Grocery Store until their fighting spirits would crop out and a big row would soon be on hand. For a long time the king of the neighborhood was the boss fighter Bob Rains who had worn the champion belt for several years. He had whipped all the biggest fighters in the country. Finally on one Saturday evening when Potts had dealt out plenty of his stuff called cheap whiskey and Rains who was present as usual wanted to fight and he soon got what he needed. There was a black smith who had recently moved into town of the name of Jack Cox and Bob Rains pretended to take umbrage at a remark that Smith had made in Rains hearing and Rains made at him for a fight. The black smith was game and they clinched at once. Neither one was armed and it was a real old tim combat. They both struggled hard for the mastery. Some of the bystanders wanter to hurrah for the blacksmith but they were afraid that he would get threshed and Rains would whip them when he turned the black smith loose. A few of the men cheered Rains to keep on the friendly side of him. The battle went on each antagonist doing his utmost to overcome his enemy and after several minutes of desperate fighting with their clenched hands the crowd of men were astonished at seeing the black smith gain a complete victory over Bob Rains and he left town a vanquished man. So Jack Cox was the game rooster of the walk and was called Bully Jack to the day of his death.
BY S. C. Turnbo

James W. Jones proprietor of the Jones Ferry crossing of White River at the mouth of Music’s Creek in Marion County, Ark. is a son of Hugh Jones and Hester (Hettie Bevins) Jones and was born in Madison County, Ark. in 1847. His father and his grandfather Jimmie Jones came to White River in 1849. Hugh Jones died at Benton Barracks in Missouri during the Civil War. His wife Mrs. Hettie Jones lies buried in the grave yard in the southwest corner of Ozark County, Mo. opposite the Panther Bottom. Soon after settling on White River Hugh Jones and his father Jimmie Jones built a log house of two rooms on the right bank of the river just over the line in Taney County, Mo. from Ozark County and opposite the upper end of the Panther Bottom where they manufactured hats out of fur and sheeps wool. This house was standing there when the writers father bought this land from Cage Hogan in 1853 and my father used it for a black smith shop and it was still standing when we left there on the 13 of February 1859. This building was known far and near as the “hatter shop”. We have mentioned elsewhere in another chapter that Jimmie Jones father of Hugh Jones built a mill on Big Creek which stood at the upper end of the John Pelham Place known now as the Joe Glass Haskins Land. Here Mr. Jones ground corn into meal for the settlers and manufactured corn whiskey and made hats also. His son Hugh Jones also went to Big Creek and lived in the creek bottom known now as the Sam Holdt Place which is just below the Joe Glass Haskins Land. Here Hugh Jones built another hatter shop where he manufactured a great number of hats. I have sit and watched Mr. Jones many hours. Prepare the fur of animals and sheeps wool by mixing it together with a small machine made for the purpose. The making of home made hats was interesting to me. There is an amusing incident connected with Jimmie Jones Mill which I will give. In the summer of 1858 when the water in the creek was very low Jones could not grind but one half a bushel of corn or wheat a day. Jones customers had to patronize a “Far off” mill until the creek rose. Mr. Jones got tired sitting around the mill house doing nothing. He could not grind any grain to amount to anything and his tall corn run out and he could not make any more whiskey till the water rose so his, customers could come back and bring him more corn to grind and he rented his mill to a fellow who had peculiar ways and of a boasting disposition. Among other things he said that Joe Womacks Mill on Beaver Creek had ruined the now Keesee Mill, for Womack had built a mill dam sufficient to not let a drop of water leak through the dam and flow down from Womacks Mill to the Keesee Mill which would ruin the latter mill for it was opperated by water also and that Womack was going to procure a patent on his invention, and then if he were a mind to he could construct dams across other streams and prevent the water from getting below it. This foolish man actually believed this. One day during the summer of the year named this same fellow while he had the mill rented was seen with a water bucket dipping up the water from below the dam and pouring it back into the mill pond to get ahead of water and was laughable to see him do this.
By S. C. Turnbo

In the early spring of 1866 a sad incident occurred just over the line in Madison County, Arkansas the particulars of which I learned from John Fisher son of Mathias Fisher.

John Fisher was born near Kings River in Carroll County, Ark. August the 8, 1855. He said the accident happened in ¾ of a mile of Kings River which come about in this way. There was a heavy log rolling at Berry Johnsons who lived 10 miles west of Berryville. The name of the man who met death is forgotten but to go on with the story. The men was until night before they got done rolling logs, and the man we refer to started home from Johnsons Place carrying his axe and iron wedge with him. The night was extremely dark and the trail he was following was dim not having been traveled very much. It was two miles and a half from Johnsons to where the man lived and at one place the trail lead along a sharp crest or narrow ridge. It was supposed that when he made his way here he lost his way and got into a gulch and fell over a precipice 20 feet high and was killed. This cliff was only a short distance below the pathway. A man by the name of Houston discovered the remains of the unfortunate man lying at the base of the cliff. The hogs had found him first and had destroyed all the body except the bones. A few remnants of his clothes were found nearby where the bones were lying. The bones were all picked up and put in a small box and buried in the grave yard at the Rockwell School House which is in the edge of Madison County.
By S. C. Turnbo

The following interesting pioneer reminiscences was furnished me by Joshua Baker, who was one of the early residents of Washington County, Ark. which he told in this way.

My father ______ Baker said that Fayetteville, Arkansas in 1837 was a very small village but was an important trading point for the Indians and white settlers. The United States arsenal was kept there at that time. Among the earliest occupants of the village was a man of the name of Brunarige, Steven K. Stone and an old man of the name of Sutton father of Jim and Seneca Sutton who were afterward prominent merchants there. Two physicians of the name of Pollard and Dean were also early residents there. “I remember” said Mr. Baker, “when the town contained only a few log houses and religious matters began to take a little shape. A few Presbyterians formed a small church class. There was no church organization of any kind there but finally a few of the men and women that belonged to the class become interested in having a church house built and they bought lumber that had been sawed with a whip saw by old Jimmie Claridy and his son Wash in the White River hills east of the village, and built a small house of worship and they made up money and bought a small bell and belfrey and hung it up for use and they invited Andy Buckhanon to preach and he carried on a series of meetings in this house until a small church organization was formed. But as a rule the people were so desperately wicked that religious matters progressed very slow. All the preaching and exhortations that Buckhanon and others could do seem to have but little effect in civilizing the wickedness existing among the settlers. This went on until one day in 1843 when a violent thunder storm visited Washington County and Fayetteville in particular. At the time the thunder cloud was forming a number of gamblers and others were in Jim Suttons Store and 5 men were playing cards on a table which stood near the center post in the store building. There was a black smith shop which stood a short distance from Mr. Suttons store house where a lot of the men who had come in from the country that day took shelter when the rain began falling. 5 of the men began to play marbles and bet on the games and used awful wicked language while they were playing. The same kind of words was carried on in Suttons Store when a blinding flash of lightning which was instantly followed by a crashing peal of thunder occurred in Suttons Store and tore the center post into splinters and killed two of the gamblers dead without injuring anyone else in the store. Jim Sutton was standing behind the counter opposite the table around which the gamblers were sitting and only a few feet from it but strange to say the electrical bolt did not shock him. Before the news of the disaster had time to get out of the store building a deafening report of thunder terrified the survivors in Suttons Store again. A ball of electricity had darted down from the black mass of angry looking clouds and struck the roof of the black smith shop and penetrated through the rough clabboards and reached the block of wood the anvil set on and killed three men dead: the horn of the anvil was found imbedded in the breast of one of the dead men. The explosion had knocked the anvil off against the man. Beside the dead in the shop two more men were severely shocked. These two managed to crawl out of the shop into the rain where they partially recovered sufficiently to get further away, and one of them made all the exertions in his power to reach a cellar which he crawled into and was found in it on the following day in a delirious condition. The other man was discovered in another part of the village where he had concealed himself. It seemed as though both of these men had made an effort to hide themselves from the wrath of God. The excitement following the death of the 5 men was remarkable and it had the effect to break up the gambling dens for a while at least and people were not quite so wicked as they were before.”
By S. C. Turnbo

The following account was written to me from Arlington Washington, by Mr. J. D. Row on the llth of August 1907. “When I got in Carroll County, Ark. on my way from Oklahoma territory to Boone County, Ark. in the year 1900, I stopped and visited with my cousin George W. Barnes of Maple Post Office. He told me a story as follows. His brother Jasper Barnes had been over in the north part of Boone County, and in a conversation with Mat Boothe who lived on Bee Creek, he heard of a train of three wagons having been burned by the guerrillas in time of the war. He did not get many particulars about the occasion. Soon after this his step son come home from the Indian territory and he told Jasper a story he got from a Cherokee Indian, while he was in the Indian territory. The Indian said that during the war himself and 3 or 4 other Indians were coming through Missouri with three wagons, and they had a large amount of gold and silver coins that they were conveying from Southeast Missouri to their homes in the territory. They had been observed by some white men to have a lot. of money and they had followed the Indians, presumably to rob them. They had observed the white men stealthily following them for 2 or 3 days. In the vicinity of Bee Creek the men had become more bold and the Indians feared an attack during the night while in camp. They held a consultation and decided to bury their treasure, burn their wagons, and ride their ponies home. Afterwards they would come back and secure their money. When the war was over and times were peacable enough, the Indians were all dead but this one. He had made two trips back to Bee Creek to get the hidden money, but each time failed to find the place. The country had changed, farms had been opened up, houses built and he could not even locate the road they were on when they burned their wagons. This Indian and another one had taken the coins in two camp kettles a little ways from the road, to a sink hole and buried them in the sink hole while the rest of the crowd had run the wagons together and set them on fire, then they all jumped on their ponies and rode away in the darkness of early morning.
BY S. C. Turnbo

A pathetic incident that occurred in the pioneer days of St. Clair County, Mo. was told me by Dick Drake who was mostly reared in that section. Said he, “One Sunday in 1849 while we lived on the south side of the Osage River 7 miles below Oceola I and my father rode out to hunt for our cows that had been gone several days. Thinking it best to make inquiry for the cattle we rode two miles to where Billy Walter lived who was 6 feet tall, on riding up to the yard fence my father hallooed ‘hello’ and Mr. Walter came out of the house and to the yard fence and conversed with my father but he could not give us any in information about our cows. It was known that Walters and his wife had got into trouble and was parted which occurred only a few days previous and the man and his little girl whose name was Mary was living there alone. It was one half a mile from Mr. Walters to the widow Redmans and as we rode away from Walters father said we would go there to make further inquiry. We rode very slow and when we had went a quarter of a mile from Walters house the little girl come running up behind us with a sack in her hand saying as she passed us that her father had sent her to Mrs. Redmans to borrow meal. The child after the widow woman had loaned her the meal hurried back home and while we were at Mrs. Redmans house the girl come running back crying and said that when she got back home the door was closed and on pushing it open she found her father hanging by the neck dead. I and my father and Mrs. Redman and all her children hurried to Walters house and found it true as the little girl had said. Father and I give the alarm to the neighbors as soon as we could ride to the houses and the authorities held an inquest over the dead body and the verdict was that he had met death by his own hands.

The man had used a rope made of hemp and tied one end of it around his neck and the other end to a joist and was hanging at the bed post in a kneeling position. He wore a pair of heavy boots with flat head tacks driven thick all over the heels and soles. In his dying struggles he had kicked in a violent way during the awful contortions while he was strangling to death until the heads of the tacks had marked the floor for 3 and 4 feet from the body. This was 4 miles south of the Osage River and one mile from Wableau Creek. It was supposed that the man had sent his little daughter away to borrow the meal so as to give him a chance to be alone in order to put an end to his existence.
By S. C. Turnbo

Rock Bridge Ozark County, Mo. was a lively place in the antebelem days. The following was furnished me by Mort Herrean. “One day during court week at Rock Bridge”, said Mr. Herrean, “while a big crowd of settlers were present Cage Hogan and others got to drinking and began to quarrel. Hogan snapped his pistol three times at a man who was sitting down against a house. This man never moved white Hogan was trying to shoot him and neither one of them said anything while Hogan was snapping the pistol at him. Hogan was drunk and cared little for what he was doing. Crayton Hogan a son of Cages was off a short distance sitting on his horse and noticing his father attempting to shoot the man he urged his horse forward and galloped up to him and leaping from his horse and caught his father by the arm and took the pistol away from him and lead him away. In a short time after this Cage Hogan started down the street alone and Quince Bennette and Josiah Haskins both of whom had an ill feeling against him saw him. going along ran and overhauled him. They were both weakly men but they hit Hogan time about and walked along with him for twenty steps or more and continued to spat him but the strokes they dealt him were so light that Hogan pretended not to notice them. An hour or more after Haskins and Bennette had left him Hogan remarked to some of his friends that there were two fleas at Rock Bridge for he saw them on the street and he had come in contact with them and they felt to him like two fleas does when they got on him. The most of the crowd remained at town during part of that night. The weather was cloudy and misting rain with full moon. A goodly number of the men were drinking and very soon after night Cage Hogan and Isaac Davis got into a quarrel and while they were making a loud noise, Pleas McCullough says men why don’t you fight you seem to want to bad enough. And Davis says “I had as soon fight as not” and struck Hogan with his clenched hand and knocked him down. and Hogan says “men I have a cripple arm and I can’t fight”, and the bystanders told Davis not to touch him any more. But in a little while the two men renewed the quarrel and Davis struck Cage again but did not knock him down but he ran and Davis pursued him. They reminded me of two roosters fighting and one whipping the other and the defeated one running and his enemy following hi” As Hogan was leading the way he come to a ditch or gully and leaped over it, Davis attempted to jump over it but fell into it and lay sprawling at the bottom. At this Hogan stopped and turned around and went back to the gully where Davis was and looked down at him and turned around again and trotted away a few yard and changing his mind he stopped and went back to the ditch again and looking down at Davis once more as he still lay on his back at the bottom of the gully and jumped down into it where Davis was and began fighting at him. It seemed that this act of Hogans infuriated Davis and he clawed at Hogan with his hands until he tore his shirt all off of him except the wrist bands and neck collar and threw it out of the ditch and one of the men picked it up and hung it on the horse rack. As soon Davis pulled Hogans shirt off he began thumping Cage on his naked back and ribs which sounded like hitting a gum. Cage was sitting on Davis but the latter was pelting him so rough and raid that he was getting more than he thought he could bare, both men were drunk and not able to hurt each other bad, but Hogan thinking he had enough of it says, “Boys, take Davis off of me”, and one of the men says “Uncle Cage we will have to take you off of Davis first before we can get to him”. This created a merry laugh among the bystanders and the quarrelling and fighting ended for the time.
By S. C. Turnbo

Mrs. Mary Ann Fritts a pioneer lady in relating incidents of the olden time in Madison County, Ark. tells of a doctor who lived at Huntsville that made exceedingly big charges for his services. “On one occasion” said she, “when I was 12 years old or in 1850 I was attacked with a severe pain in one of my teeth which caused me to suffer a great deal. Domestic remedies gave only temporary relief. The tooth affected was what we called them stomach teeth and finally there come a swelling on my chin that was of a callous nature and which was evidently caused by the aching tooth, and my people decided that the only cure for it was to have the tooth extracted. A Doctor Farris lived at Huntsville and John Wesley Hankins an uncle of my mother took me to this doctor and he pulled the offensive masticator out and charged me $4 for his work of only two or three minutes time. The opperation in drawing the tooth out was very painful and I thought he was going to jerk my head off instead of getting the tooth out. I paid the doctor in silver and I give you the account to show how a few doctors understand how to charge for their services whether they know anything about diseases and their cures or not.
By S. C. Turnbo

In recounting incidents that occurred in the bygone days Capt. A. S. Wood of Kingdon Springs Marion County, Ark. related to me this interesting event.

“The first property of the horse kind stolen from any of the early settlers who lived on Crooked Greek was a small gray mare that belonged to my father William Wood. He had bought this mare from an Indian who lived at Shawneetown where the town of Yellville the county seat of Marion County now stands. The mare was so small that we called her a pony. She was stolen by a tramp woman by the name of Jackson. But before the bad woman took the mare he made a bridle of hickory bark and gathered a quantity of green paw paw leaves and pinned them together with small sticks of wood that she used in place of pins. She must have been engaged some time in preparing this for she made it two feet long and nearly as wide and she fastening layer after layer of the leaves until it was thick. This she used for a pad or saddle blanket to ride on after she had stolen the mare. She had no saddle and used this alone. After the woman had stolen the pony she rode it all the way to Buffalo and stopped at Bob Trimbles who lived on this stream two miles above the mouth. Trimble was one among the oldest settlers in that section and was the father of Capt. Bob Trimble who commanded a company of men in Col. Mitchells fourteenth Arkansas (Confederate) regiment. When my father found out that his little mare was gone he borrowed a chestnut sorrel horse from my Uncle John Wood named Mike and started out on the hunt for her and soon struck her trail which lead direct to Bob Trimbles. When the woman thief stopped at Trimbles he recognized the mare as belonging to my father and he made the woman give her up and she confessed to Trimble that she had stole her and went on her way afoot. My father when he arrived at Mr. Trimbles house found the mare all right and lead her back home. This same mare lived to be 23 years old and brought a small but nice shaped colt three years before she died.
By S. C. Turnbo

We have written several fragmentary accounts as furnished us by a number of parties relating to the King and Everette War. Most of these are disconnected. Capt. A. S. (Bud) Wood who is one of the old pioneer resident of Marion County, Ark. was an eye witness to this fight and gives me a connected account of this memorable encounter between those old time people that took part in the battle. Capt. Wood furnished me the story of the fight at him home at Kingdon Springs on Sunday evening the 4th of August 1907. Here is how he told it. “The Everettes were from the state of Tennessee and settled in Marion County in a very early day. Ewell Everett was the oldest. John Everette was the next oldest, Cimeron Everette was the next. Jess Everette was next to Cimeron and Barton Everette was the youngest. A year or more after their arrival here Barton Everette was elected sheriff of Marion County and served out his term of office. When the Everettes first arrived here they had dealings with Hansford Tutt who was a one horse merchant in Yellville. Soon after this Jefferson Tutt and Davis Casey Tutt was involved in the quarrel and it continued to grow worse until other men were drawn into it but up to this time the quarrel had not culminated in a fight. Finally the Kings moved into Marion County from Alabama. There were Billy King, James King, Hosea King and Solomon King. These were the old men and they had nothing to do with the battle but some of their sons did. The quarrel continued to grow until Sam Burns and Silas Cowan took a part in it. These men were brothers in law. Cowan was on the Everette side and Burns was on the Kings side. One day in 1847 a great crowd of men gathered at Yellville which was then a mere hamlet and a few of the men began to quarrel and it went on until the leaders of each side began forming two lines opposite each other and only a few yards apart. Sam Burns and Silas Cowan were the starters of the disturbance that day and while the lines were being formed for a fight about 15 men on each side fell in line armed with rifles shot guns pistols stones and clubs. Just as the enraged men were ready to strike each other a blow a violent whirl wind that resembled a small tornado suddenly formed just east of where the lines were standing and swept toward the men and passed between the two lines and jerked the caps and hats from the men’s heads and passed on toward the west. The great whirl wind had collected a thick cloud of dust and when it struck the men it bewildered them and they all backed off, separated and scattered and the trouble ceased for the time. The quarrel was not renewed to amount to anything until one day in the early fall of 1848 when another big crowd of the settlers gathered at Yellville which included some of the Everettes and Kings and a number of their friends. Some of the men of both sides become very boisterous and it was evident that a fight was brewing, the most of the men were assembled around a small grocery store. I had went to the village that day on a young bay horse I called Tom. This horse had been pretty wild but I had him almost under control. When I arrived in town I tied the horse to the body of a small tree with a strong rope. This tree stood near the grocery store. The men of each side grew more war like until I saw that it was going to be a bloody one. They were all around my horse and I started on a run to take him away but before I had time to reach him the firing began and the fight was on and I hesitated and stopped and turned back for fear I might get shot accidently. My horse was greatly frightened at the yelling of the man and the reports of the guns and he reared up on his hind feet and it seemed as though he tried to climb up the tree. Though he plunged and pulled hard at the rope but he was not able to break it and had to stand the racket until the fight was ended. The casualities of the fight were as follows. Francis Everette son of Ewell Everette shot Jack King with an old squirrel rifle and he died on the following day. Barton Everette was killed at a black locust tree and as the fatal bullet struck him he clasp his arms around this tree and sank down at the foot of the tree and died he had a ribbon around his hat for a hat band and when his body was removed from the tree some of the men took the ribbon from his hat and tied it around the tree and it remained there several months before it rotted away. Martin Sinclair a Missourian killed Cimeron Everette. After Everette was shot he walked to the grocery and fell in the door with his head on the inside and his feet on the steps. Francis Everette after he had shot Jack King a man of the name of Mears advanced on him as if to take his gun away from him and Everette struck Mears with his gun and broke his arm. Dick King shot a man of the name of Watkins at the edge of the hair in the forehead which cut a trench through the skin to the top of the head without fracturing the skull. But he fell to the ground as if dead but soon revived. Just after the bloody scene closed Sinclair mounted his horse and called out, “Here is enough beef to feed all the hungry hounds of this town and neighborhood”. There were only four of the Kings engaged in the battle these were Loomis and Richard sons of Billy King and Jack and Torn King sons of Solomon King. None of the Burns or Cowans were in the fight nor none of the old set of Kings as we have stated. Near about one year after the big fight come off Hansford Tutt was waylaid and shot on the bluff near where Laytons Hotel stood. He was shot on Monday and he died on the following Thursday. Shortly after the battle Jess Everette and his family went to Texas and he and his sons came back to Arkansas several years before the beginning of the Civil War and went to Springfield in Conway County where some of the Kings were living then and arrested Loomis King and his father Billy King and young Bill King son of Solomon King and brought them 10 miles south of Yellville and shot them. Their dead bodies were brought to Yellville and given interment on the Jim Wickersham property.” As Capt. Wood ended his account of this bloody affair he said there were 11 men killed from first to last as the result of the King and Everette War.
By S. C. Turnbo

Mr. John Mahan son of Isaac Mahan told me this little affair of war times which occurred on his fathers old farm on Little North Fork in Ozark County, Mo.

“My father owned a big dark brindle bull that was subject to the habit of passing over or through any kind of a rail fence he come to and had destroyed a large amount of corn in the field. My father refused to slay the bull to end his rascality until one day in the summer of 1861 when a bunch of Confederate soldiers with their guns stopped at our house to rest. They belonged to Col. Wm. C. Mitchell 14th Arkansas Infantry which was then on East Sugar Loaf Creek. Though the war had commenced but we were all friendly. Among the soldiers were Frantz Rice, Levi Pearson, Dedrick Simmons and two of Flemmon Clarks sons Ben and Richard. My father was angry at the bull on that day and he intimated to the soldiers that it would please him no little if they would kill the old thief and fence breaker and say boys shoot the old scamp and they turned loose the contents of their guns at him and the bull wheeled around and got off from there in a rapid way and run beyond our view. We all supposed he would die from the effects of the gun shot wounds but to our surprise he came back home in a few days as lively as ever. But father was not in any better humor with him and he got Bill Johnson to slay the animal which he did by shooting him in the fore head with a ball from a rifle of Navy Pistol size.”
By S. C. Turnbo

In the long ago when Joe Coker the famed character lived in the neighborhood where the town of Lead Hill Ark. now stands he was accused of living an immoral life or in other words he was charged with having too many wives.

Mr. R. S. Holt, a resident of Lead Hill and who was personally acquainted with Coker for many years said that while Joe was living with Miss Margarette Phipps sister of Ben Phipps he pretended to keep her for his house keeper and that he had hired her to stay there and care for his house hold goods but most everyone knew that he was violating the law and kept the girl there as a wife and refused to marry her. Every time court was in session at Yellville Coker would make an effort to evade the law but in this he was put to a great deal of trouble in trying to shun the courts and beat them. The girl was industrious and good looking and Coker kept her dressed very nice. On a certain time just before court convened Coker hired a young man to take the girl away like he had stole her from him and keep her away until after circuit court was dismissed. Unfortunately for Coker the young fellow did not make a mock of stealing her but fell in love with her and she returned his affections and he did steal her sure enough and left the country with her and never did come back which almost broke the old mans heart.
By S. C. Turnbo

Many years ago, while Jimmie Forest lived on the Little North Fork of White River, he and his son Sam Forest was driving a yearling calf to water one day . The calf was very contrary and did not want to go. They did their best to humor it and tried to persuade the calf to go along without having to punish it but the animal continued to be unruly until at last Sams father got into a passion of anger and yelled out Sam knock it down with a rock. And the boy picked up a stone and struck the calf with it so hard that it fell and never got up any more. Mr. Forest seeing that the calf was dead, says “Sam I did not mean for you to kill it. I thought you would only knock it down”. “Well,” says Sam I did knock it down. You told me to and I obeyed you”. But for all this he gave Sam a mighty raking for killing the calf.
By S. C. Turnbo

The following is a peculiar account and was told me by Mr. Ira T. Davis near Choska Indian Territory one day in the month of January 1904. Said he, “While I lived in Southern Missouri a prominent merchant of the name of Campbell lived in West Plains Howell County. Mr. Campbell was a drinking man but was well liked by the most of people and had many friends. Outside of his drinking too freely he bore an excellent character. He did not use profane language nor allow it used in his house. Altogether he was a civil man. One Sunday during a protracted meeting which was held in the town Mr. Campbell and Mary Campbell his wife attended the 11 a.m. services. The preacher in the course of his sermon spoke rather abusive of drunkards and drunkenness in general to which Mr. Campbell took offense and told his wife after dinner that if she desired to attend the evening services she was at liberty to do so “But I am not going back for I think the preacher used unnecessary language about me—that it is none of his business how much whiskey I drink for I pay for it and its no ones business but my own. I attend to my own affairs and do not harm anybody and do not try to run anybodys business but my own. Soon after his wife had left the dwelling on her way back to meeting, Mr. Campbell who was alone at the house said he heard a peculiar voice that informed him that he must die on the following day at 3 o’clock in the afternoon. Though. this noise appeared very strange yet he believed it was some of his friends playing a prank on him and he searched all through the house and around it to locate the noise and find the one that produced it but failed to do so. The voice continued to speak to him at short intervals using the same tone and words repeatedly that he must die at three o’clock in the afternoon on the following Monday. When his wife come back to the house from meeting she found her husband excited and anxious about something and she says “What is wrong” and he told her what he had heard while she was gone to meeting—that some strange voice had told him he must dieat 3 o’clock the next evening and stopping a moment he says “Can’t you hear it now” and she answered in the negative, and he says “I can hear it plain now and it is a warning of my death” and he ask his wife to request some of the preachers to move the meeting to his house which was done on the following day according to Campbells wish. When the services commenced Campbell said he could not get humble enough to please God and that he wanted to prostrate himself on the ground and ask the people to take up the floor and remove it out of the house and they did so and Campbell got down on the ground under where the floor had been and prayed. Doctors were present to note his condition and demise if such should be the case. At last as the religious services were carried on and when 3 o’clock came around Mr. Campbell died sure enough and when the physicians announced his death a great excitement in the congregation followed and services closed for the time. Mr. Davis said that this incident occurred in West Plains in the year 1876 and gives the following names as references. Will McGinty, John McGinty and Mrs. Martha Jackson, the last named was a sister to Mr. Campbells wife. The two McGintys were nephews of Campbells and a host of other people could testify to this strange and peculiar case,” said Mr. Davis.
By S. C. Turnbo

In the early part of the Civil War Green McDaniel an old man whose sympathies were with the Union rode to Jim McAdams black smith shop one day to have some work done. This shop was in what is known as the Three Move Prairie in Polk County, Mo. It was not long before Rube Lunsford who was a Southern sympathizer came to the shop also. McDaniels had met a friend near the shop and chatted with him and had not yet got down off of his horse and when Rube. Lunsford come up both men got into a discussion over the war news. In a few minutes the dispute waxed into hot words and Lunsford jerked his revolver from the belt and shot McDaniels the third time when he fell from his horse and died. McDaniels and his son Billy who was a feeble minded young man lived in their house alone. They owned an old weight clock that had refused to run for a number of years and when the dead body of McDaniels was brought home Billy claimed that the old clock struck 3 strokes and quit. They informed him that his father was ‘killed at 3 o’clock in the afternoon which Billy said was a warning to him that his father was dead but he did not understand the meaning of it when the clock was striking. The people told Billy that he only imagined that the clock struck and he was mistaken as to it being a reality but Billy said that it was an actual truth and that he was greatly surprised when the old clock which had been dead so long would revive itself and go to work and be busy a few seconds and die again as sudden as it had got to work. Nobody with reasonable sense could put any confidence in what he said about the clock but lie declared that it struck the 3rd time as stated. The foregoing account was narrated to me by Mr. Sam Griffin at his home near Oneta Indian Territory one day in the month of August 1906.
By S. C. Turnbo

The Missouri and North Arkansas Railroad depot Batavia, Boone County, Ark. is 8 miles west of Harrison and 6 miles east of Carrollton. This part of Northwest Arkansas from Bellfont to Harrison and from there to the new town of Alpena and northwest from there to Berryville and adjoining territory is becoming of some note as a fruit country. In fact we might say and not miss it far that Boone and Carroll Counties are taking a prominent place as two important counties in the growing of fruit. Part of Northwest Ark. and a portion of Southwest Mo. have been noted for years for the growing of good fruit where enterprise and care existed in the selection of trees and setting out of orchards and due regard observed in the care of the trees and the proper cultivation of the land where the trees are set. We hope the enterprising citizens who have invested their means and labor in the planting of orchards may be successful in growing hundreds and thousands of bushels of big red apples and sweet flavored peaches. If you want your children to grow fat and healthy give them pure water to drink, healthy air to breathe, nice sorghum syrup and luscious fruit to mix with their diet and we think that Northwest Ark. and Southwest Mo. furnishes all these necessities mentioned. In truth the entire state of Arkansas and Missouri are taking rank with their sister states in the raising of fruit and other farm product and we trust that in a few years both of these states will be second to none. A ride on the Missouri and North Ark. Railroad through the picturesque hills of Searcy, Marion and Carroll Counties Ark. is to be enjoyed. The many little farms villages and towns as seen along the route from Leslie to Eureka Springs indicate that the inhabitants are industrious law abiding and making long strides toward improving the country. And now the White River branch of the Missouri Pacific is completed from Newport to Carthage and has been in opperation several years and what a fine scenery of hills and valleys is presented along this road from Cotter to Branson, and from there to Aurora and from Cotter along the beautiful White River to Batesville. The rugged but beautiful scenery from the Oregon flat in Boone County Ark. across the rouge hills and hollows of Bear Creek and down the romantic stream of Turkey Creek and across White River and up the narrow valley of Roark and over the James River to the little town of Crane on Crane Creek in Stone County, Mo. is never to be forgotten. Going back to Oregon Flat and traveling eastward to Cotter the trains runs down Sugar Orchard Creek to Crooked Greek and down this pretty valley to where the railway leaves it and crossed over to Fallen Ark. Creek and down this valley to White River. All along this route the cars passes through tunnels, deep cuts over high bridges and tresstles along the side of steep mountains and across narrow gorges which makes a ride on the train through this section of Arkansas and Missouri wonderful. Among the towns villages and other stopping places of the train along this route from Cotter to Crane going westward are Flippin, Yellville, Comal, Powell, Pyalt, Zinc, Keener, Bergman, Myrtle, Cricket, Melva, Branson, Roark, Ruth, Galena and Elsey.

Well now I liked to have forgot my story that I started out to tell at the beginning of this chapter and will return back to the Missouri and North Ark. Railroad and begin our account at Batavia which we mentioned at the commencement of this story. In the neighborhood of this depot George W. Lipps lived many years. He was born in Wilkes County, North Carolina in 1828 and was 16 years old when he and his father, James Lipps, settled here in 1844. George was a hunter and owned the same muzzle loading rifle until his death that he carried in the long ago. The last time he wrote me which is only a few years ago he said, that his eye sight still permitted him to see how to shoot fattening hogs with his old favorite gun.

When the beautiful deer were seen on almost every hill, and wild turkeys were almost as numerous as snow birds, George Lipps killed his share of game, and he knew nearly every trail between White River and his fathers cabin. Among other things which relate to the then wilds of Carroll County, Ark. Mr. Lipps sent me the following account in a letter, of finding the bones of a man during one of his hunting tours, which he describes in the following manner.

“James Youngblood, who lived on Long Creek, had relatives living in North Missouri which he had not seen for several years. Wishing to pay them a visit and not desiring to post pone the trip longer he went to their homes and remained with them several days. This was in 1859. On his return back home, he fell in company with a young man by the name of Lewis Tyler, who was on his way to Carroll County, Ark. When they arrived at Layton’s Saw Mill, 12 miles south of Forsyth, Tyler stopped there to work two weeks, but he told Mr. Youngblood that when his time expired at the mill he would go to Long Creek in Mr. Youngbloods neighborhood. This was in the month of July.

When Tylers time was out at Laytons Mill, he left for Long Creek in company with Bill Dooly and struck out into the wild forest.

That was the last seen of Tyler alive, Dooly went to Youngbloods alone, he ‘trumped’ up a story concerning Tylers whereabouts, but the old timers refused to accept it. His account was not plausible and some of them contended that a murder had been committed, but testimony was lacking to prove it. Here the case stood until July, 1860 — it was just one year after Tyler was missing. At this time Jones Estes and I went on a camp hunt in the pine forest. Wolves were as thick as fleas in a hog bed, and the firstnight out we were much annoyed by them. Their howling was dreadful but they did not charge camps. Early next morning we eat our lunch and departed on the days hunt. We were both afoot and after traveling for a while, we separated on a ridge, intending to meet at a designated place. Sometime after we had parted I grew thirsty and very tired and stopped at a fine spring of water where I drank and rested my weary feet.

Then I went on up a hill to the top, and turned in the direction where I was to meet my pardner. I had not observed a deer since I and Estes had separated. I was in a pinery and I felt lonely as I walked slowly along. And while passing along among some tall pine trees I was horrified at discovering a human skeleton and fragments of clothing. I was so astonished at the sight of the bones that I was dumfounded. I stood and gazed at them and the pieces of raiment several seconds before I recovered from the shock of finding what was left of this human being. A fine hunting knife lay on the ground near by. When my senses returned sufficiently, I examined the skeleton and found that a bullet had pierced the skull bone at the back of the head. There was no trail here and it was a number of miles to a settlers house. When I grew calmer I settled down to thinking. Though I had never seen Tyler, his sudden disappearance was still fresh in my mind and I believed this was the remains of the missing man, and that he had been foully murdered by Bill Dooly in this lonely forest. There was no more hunting for game on my part that clay. I hurried on to where I was to meet Estes and on getting together again we returned to camp and hurried to the settlements and reported the finding of the skeleton.

On the following day a number of citizens collected there and an inquest was held: Parties who had seen Tyler recognized the knife and bits of clothing, and said they belonged to Tyler. Though the evidence was circumstantial as to who was the cause of his death, but the verdict rendered was, that it was Tyler, and that he was murdered and that Bill Dooly was his murderer.

We dug a grave near a large pine tree and, as a gentle breeze of wind blew through the tops of the stately pines and made that peculiar roaring noise, tender hands, urged by tender hearts, lifted the bones from the ground where doubtless they had lain for a year and placed them gently down in the grave. While some were filling in the dirt and formed the mound to mark the resting place of the young man, others cut the name ‘Lewis Tyler’, with their pen knives on the big pine tree which stood near the newly made grave. I was allowed to keep the knife and have kept it in my possession until the present clay. The words, ‘hunters companion’ are engraved on the blade.

Dooly, before he could be arrested, fled the country. A good sum of money was donated by the settlers as a reward for his apprehension, in a few weeks we learned that Dooly was in Southern Texas, and Roland Boyed and I, armed with proper authority, went down there to hunt for him. It was a long hot ride on horse back, and we were disappointed in finding our man for when we got there the citizens said that such a man as we described had been there, but he had stolen a suit of clothes and skipped from that part of Texas. We followed, but he escaped.

Tyler said his home was in Virginia and he had no relatives here. Doubtless his relatives and friends in the old country never knew what became of him—not knowing that he was slain in a wild pine forest. The locality where his bones were found and buried is 8 or 9 miles south of Laytons Mill and 14 miles north east of Carrollton, Ark.
By S. C. Turnbo

A noted freak spring of water is in Marion County, Ark. It is a natural curiosity and according to accounts is worthy of special notice. I never saw this water but my information relating to it is trustworthy. Among my informants are W. E. Angel son of John Angel an early settler of Marion County, and Floyed Magness son of Hughe Magness a prominent citizen and merchant who died near Powell on Crooked Greek a number of years ago. Floyed Magness has served 4 years as sheriff of Marion County and at the present writing he is serving his third term as sheriff. These men state that this wonderful spring is at the little town of Bruno, and that the water issues out from under a bluff 10 or 12 feet high. The flow of water is strong and is cold and refreshing. The head of the spring forms the source of the west prong of Hamptons Creek which flows into Crooked Creek from the south side. A curious feature about this strange spring of water is that it ceases flowing entirely at times and that all of a sudden, and the bed of the branch below the spring gets dry in a short time especially during the summer months. Once and a while the water will ceased to flow for only two or three hours before it starts again. At other times it will be a day or two before the water appears again. The bed of the channel below the spring averages 7 and 8 feet wide and is composed of sand and gravel. Often when it gushes out after it has quit running a while the water goes down the channel in a roll nearby knee-high. Some 30 yards south of the spring is a cave. The entrance of which is small but after descending 15 feet into the opening a large room is found where the water flows through and a goodly number of small fish is seen in the water in this cave. Visitors to northern Arkansas would do well to go see this spring.
By S. C. Turnbo

This Civil War time incident was told me by Mrs. Mary Frederick wife of Aaron Frederick, who when I heard her tell the story was living on the head of Coweta Creek Indian Territory Greek Nation. Mrs. Frederick is a daughter of Riley and Johanna (Smith) Sheperd and was born in Shannon County, Mo. December 15, 1860. She said that her father died at Fort Gibson Indian Territory in 1904 at the age of 73 years and lies buried in the cemetery at Fort Gibson. In giving the war story she said that one day just before the close of the war and while they lived in Howell County, Mo. 20 miles north of West Plains the killing of a man took place near our house. “I was only a little girl tthen but I remember it distinctly. There was living in our neighborhood a man of the name of Pink Jones who was a worthless fellow. He bore a bad character and was generally known as a robber and thief and he lived an immoral life. He had left his legal wife and took up with another woman of ill fame of the name of Liz Nicks. They were both so little thought of that they were beneath the notice of decent people. One day as this man Jones was passing along the road alone in one half a mile of our house he met a squad of mounted men armed to the teeth and they shot him to death. He was struck 12 times with bullets before he finally fell and died, one ball of which took effect in his back at the cross of his suspenders. After the horsemen ascertained that Jones was entirely dead they rode on and left the dead man for the women to bury and as it happened a few women were the first people to visit the body. Among them was my mother. They found the dead man lying on his face. Though he had been a wreckless and wicked man not caring how he lived yet some of the women took pity on the body as it lay in the dirt and wanted to turn him over on his back and wash the blood off of his face and head and otherwise prepare the dead man for burial as far as lay in their power, but mother protested against it and said “No.” He cared nothing for himself nor for the bad example he set before our children. If a man or a woman care nothing how they live or in what manner of life they lead they do not care how they are buried after they are dead and so we will not wash his face but bury him just as he is and so it went off in that way. But some of the women did say they would not help bury him but it looked too bad for the dead body to lay there without being buried and all the women present agreed at last to dig a gave and roll him into it and cover him up, while they were getting ready to go to work digging the grave two or three men came along and they told the women they would dig the grave and they went to work and dug a hole two feet deep at the side of the road some 30 feet from where the dead man lay, when the men had finished it they pealed a lot of hickory bark and formed it into three parts and laid it on the ground so that one strand would be under the shoulders – one under the hips and the other under the legs between the knees aid ankles and the men and women took hold of the dead man and lifted him up and laid him down on the bark and they all picked up the ends of the bark and raised the dead man up and while one of the women held his head up they carried Jones dead form to the shallow grave and dumped him into it and covered him up except his toes which they left sticking out. And the men and women now took their departure for their respective homes. On the second day after Jones was buried the woman Liz Nicks paid a visit to his grave and while she was lamenting over it she spoke out aloud to herself “Oh that I was dead and could lay by your precious side”. At this moment a man who was said to be one of the parties who help to kill Jones rode up without the woman observing him. He was well armed and he heard the woman make the remark and to her surprise she heard a mans voice “Well if you want to die I can soon put you where you said you wanted to be and where you ought to be”. The woman looked around in terror and seeing a man on horseback preparing to shoot her she instantly raised to her feet and started to run off and the man commanded her stop or he would kill her on the spot and she halted and as she stood trembling for her life he says ‘If you want to die say so, I am ready to put you out of the way’ and she begged him not to kill her that she did not want to die and the man rode on without offering to threaten her life any more. In a few more days his legal wife paid a visit to his grave but he had mistreated her so wrongfully that she refused to have his body removed to a regular grave yard and let it lie where it was for the hogs to root up and devour.
By S. C. Turnbo

Among the noted spots in Boone County, Ark. is the Alph Cook Cave which we have already stated in another article and which is situated in the rough valley of West Sugar Loaf Creek. We have given a brief history of the killing of several men at this cave during the closing scenes of the Civil War, which is not necessary to repeat here and will give an account of how it was occupied by wild beast. A few bear have been slain within its walls. Dave McCord one of the pioneer settlers of West Sugar Loaf Creek furnished me an interesting story of his step father John Campbell having found and killed three bears in the cave. In giving, the account Mr. McCord said: I was only a young lad then, but I remember quite distinctly the occurrence. The bears were two fine cubs and their mother. Back in the cave is a stream springs from the mountain side; I accompanied Mr. Campbell to the cave and assisted him to slay the bears and we used bees wax candles for a light. We crossed the stream before encountering the bears. Upon finding them, Campbell shot the old one, which floundered about until she fell in the stream of water and died; the carcass was left there a few, hours until we found the cubs and after considerable trouble we dispatched them also. The old bruin had bled freely; we worked with the three some time, preparing them as best we could to carry home; being quite thirsty and as the water in the cave was mixed with blood that flowed from the bullet wound of the mother bear we passed out of the cave and went to the mountain side to get a drink of water from the spring, when to our surprise we found it a spring of blood, showing conclusively that this spring was the same stream that runs through the cave. For many years after we had killed the bears in the cave I have heard Campbell laugh and tell his associate hunters about seeing one spring of water run blood on West Sugar Loaf Creek.
By S. C. Turnbo

All people whether young or old should never forget the sweet name of mother. In happiness or trouble, whether we are laughing or in tears we should revere the name mother and keep that name fresh in our minds the recollection of mother carry us back to the days of our youth when mother cared for us and loved us. It is something sad for a little child to be without the care of a loving and careful mother let us all adore their name.

“One day in the month of October 1906 while I was conversing with Mr. W. F. Stone, of near Pro-tem, Mo. he informed me that his dear mother died when he was less than 6 years old “But” said he, “I can remember her kind words and loving treatment. I recollect her one day when she was helping my father plant corn she made me a little bark whip and brought it to me to play with. At another time I recollect seeing her at communion service and foot washing. She was crying while another lady was washing her feet. But my greatest recollection of her was while she was on her death bed she knew she was going to die. She called me to her bed side and took me by the hand and told me to be a good boy and if I lived to be a man to live honorable and upright. Those words of good advise and encouragement has always been fresh in my memory and as I stood beside her in her dying moments I realized that the dearest friend I had on earth was taking her departure from me. It was a serious loss to me but God’s will be done.
By S. C. Turnbo

Soon after the Civil War the citizens of Franklin Township in Marion County, Ark. built a log house in the river bottom just below the mouth of Becca’s Branch. The house stood at the foot of the bluff and was used for school and church purposes and it was also used by the electors of Franklin Township as a voting precinct before it was removed to Peel. Bill Flippin and Bill Jenkins two noted preachers in the Christian Church who lived in the Flippen Barrens east of Yellville held several protracted meetings here, on one occasion while meeting was going on there a man who was drunk made his appearance one Sunday evening to listen at what the preachers said; he told them that he was much interested in hearing the gospel preached, and that he would make money by going home but he had rather stay and hear how souls ought to be saved and that he had a soul that needed to be saved and he wanted to hear the gospel plan of salvation and he would stay and be an attentive hearer. While the congregation was collecting, the man lay down on one of the benches that was used for a seat and went to sleep before the speaker began his discourse and slept sound and snored loud during the services and until after the congregation was dismissed. In fact they had to wake him up and take care of him by taking him to a citizens house, where he received kind attention until he was able to go home.
By S. C. Turnbo

An amusing anecdote was told me by Rila Mullen of his brother Joe Mullen who lived an the south side of the Buffalo Fork of White River a mile and a half above the mouth of Rush Creek. He said that his brother owned a fine hog that had left home while there was plenty of mast and got fat and was a little wild, which made it troublesome to bring home and after making a strong effort to drive it ahead of the horse the hog got into a rough place in the woods and escaped. He did not want to lose the grunter for he could make a fine lot of meat out of it so his desire was to bring it home alive and feed it a while on corn and so he made another trial to learn the hog where its home was but failed as usual. By this time he was weary of being beat so often and on the following day he put his rifle in extra good shape for shooting and catched his old gentle horse he called Ned and mounted him and started on his last hunt as he supposed for his contrary hog for he intended this time to bring it home dead or alive. After he had hunted a few hours for it he discovered it in a thicket of small undergrowth and without offering to try to drive it again he took aim at the hogs head with the rifle and shot it down and after sticking it with his knife and making it bleed freely he took the bridle rein from the head stall and tied one end of the rein to the hogs jaw and the other end to the horses tail and starting off leading the horse by the head stall of the bridle. Old Ned went along very docile at the start but after he had pulled the dead hog a few yards he took fright all on sudden and surged forward and pulled loose from my brother and away he went running and snorting, as the frightened horse dashed along at head long speed over the stoney ground jerking the hog along behind him they left only a dim trail. My brother being a little excited how the horse had treated him followed on in the direction the horse had run without taking time to follow up the trail where the hog had been jerked so swiftly along over the rough ground. After the horse had got out of view he happened to change his course and after running 150 or 200 yards further he tore loose from the dead hog and went on home and when Joe arrived home he found Old Ned there and part of the bridle rein hanging to his tail but no hog. He now turned and went back into the woods to make a search for the hog. He had often looked for it while it was alive now he would search for it while it was dead. He had a long tiresome walk before he found it and summing it up he had more trouble in locating the hog after it was dead than he had in finding it when it was alive. Not wanting to fool with Old Ned any more he went back home and hitched his work team to the wagon and hauled the hog home.
By S. C. Turnbo

George Woods who owned the mill at the Big Spring on East Sugar Loaf Creek below Monarch in Marion County, Ark. had a large family of children the majority of which were girls, all the family delighted in the old time dances. Many young people who lived far and near attended these “Ho downs” as they were commonly called. One day Bill Magness son of Joe Magness who lived in the river bottom one mile above the mouth of Big Creek went to mill there. The weather was cold and the river was up also and Sam Magness brother of Bill Magness, assisted him to swim Bills horse across the river at the side of a canoe. Bill Magness wore a new pair of shoe made of home tanned leather that was not well tanned. When Bill arrived at the mill he received an invitation to remain at a big dance the Woods family were going to have that night and he accepted without having to be persuaded. The fire place of the Woods dwelling was wide and as the temperature was nearly down to zero the Woodses kept a hot fire all night and the young men and women never stopped dancing during the entire night. The fire was so warm that it had a drawing up effect on Magnesses shoes and they hurt his feet so bad that he was compelled to pull them off his feet and danced in his stocking feet. The girls who were very mischievious watched for an oppertunity to burn them and getting a chance without Magness observing them they tossed them into the middle of the fire place and stirred the fire with the fire iron until the shoes were covered with live coals, chunks and cinders. When day light come the dance broke up and Magness, wanted to go home but he could not find his shoes. At last he got a hint that when he come there he had on a pair of shoes but he had none now to wear back home and the man had to ride back home in his sock feet and the bottoms of his, socks were worn out at the dance. When he got to the river opposite where he lived his brother Sam brought the canoe over to help him across and seeing his brother in his sock feet and his toes frost bitten he says “Bill you sentimental old rascal you got your shoes burned off of your feet did you. No matter for you though for you ought to have come back home and let the dance go to the devil where it belonged.”
By S. C. Turnbo

Mr. Rila Mullen told the writer the following story: “A man of the name of George Lafferty lived 4 miles north west of Evening Shade in Sharp County, Ark. His home was on a ridge 2 miles north of Big Strawberry River. Mr. Lafferty was a peculiar man, strange natured. His mind did not appear to be all right but still he was not considered an idiot or was crazy. He followed hunting a great deal and mostly used an old muzzle loading rifle that was somewhat tricky at times. One day while he was out in the woods with his old gun he become very thirsty for water and went to a spring to get a drink of water. When he got to the spring he dropped the breech of his gun down on the ground in order to get a drink but he struck it too hard and it discharged the load, the muzzle of the rifle was close to his face and it powder burned his face and singed his whiskers and hair on one side of his head. The accident had much tendency to quench his thirst and without taking only a few sips of water and he did not stay at the spring no longer than he could reload his gun. He had not left the spring but a short time before he met two of his neighbors in the woods who were also hunting. The three men stopped to have a chat together and Lafferty in explaining the accidental discharge of his gun at the spring struck the breech of the gun against the ground like he did at the spring in order to show the men how it was done and as it hit the ground it ‘went off’ again. This time the muzzle of the gun was close to the other side of his face and his face hair and whiskers were scorched as bad as the other side was at the spring. This occurred several years before the war.
By S. C. Turnbo

This interesting story was furnished me by Mr. Ben Hager a pioneer settler of hear Huntsville Madison County, Ark. “In the year 1859 while we lived on Holmans Creek two miles south of Huntsville I went to town with my father one day to help him carry some chickens to sell to the merchants there. While we were there two wagons loaded with household goods arrived in town and stopped. They belonged to movers and were drawn by ox teams. I was in Hugh Berry’s store when the man that the wagons belonged to came into Mr. Berry’s store and ask the proprietor if he had any hats, and Berry answered in the affirmative and began to take down the hats and put them an the counter for the man to look at. After he examined a few of them he says, “Mr. Store keeper, what will you charge me for all the hats for my boys” and Mr. Berry says “I do not know sir but tell me how long you have been married and it may be that I can guess how many you want”. “I have been married 13 years, 3 months and 10 days”, “I guess then I will charge you $5”, said the merchant. “AU right”, “I will go out and bring my boys in”, says the mover. And in a few minutes he taken 20 boys out of the covered wagon that were old enough to walk and took two more younger boy children in his arms that were too small to walk and brought the 22 children into the store and his wife followed him with two infant boys in her arms which numbered 24 boys in all. Mr. Berry was astounded and so was the bystanders. Mr. Berry acted as though he wanted to run, but after looking at the crowd of children for a minute he ask in a doubting way, “Is them all your children” “Yes, they are all mine! ” said the man addressed. “I cannot believe it” answered the astonished merchant. Why do you disbelieve me” said the man. “It is too unreasonable” said Mr. Berry. And the man and his wife explained to the merchant how it was that they had such a big family of children in less than 14 years. A pair of twins which were all boys were born to them a little more than a year apart. But Berry was not satisfied with the man and wife’s account but after reflecting a short time he says to the man and woman “Are you both willing to swear that these 24 children are all your own”, and they both declared that they were willing to go before the proper authorities and swear that they had been married the time named and that all these children had been born to them as the result of the marriage. The non-plussed merchant seemed to believe them now and says “By the great God of Heaven that made me, the hats shall not cost you anything” and willed all the children a hat apiece, then he began putting all the small hats down on the counter he had and told the man to pick them out. There were a number of settlers in town that day and a crowd soon collected in Berry’s store for the two dozen of children or 12 pair of twins attracted the attention of every one in town. After all the children – babies too – had received a hat each Mr. Berry told the man of the numerous prodigy to not start off yet awhile and he had a talk with the other merchants of the town. Then Mr. Berry go up on the curb stone and told the people of the great number of children belonging to one father and one mother and says “I have give each one of these children a hat. And I think it is the duty of the merchants and other citizens of this town to supply all these boys with a suit of clothes each.” And it was not long before the citizens responded freely and the children were taken to the different stores where they received a bountiful supply of clothing and before they left town Mr. Berry gave the mother of the children a large leg horn hat worth $5. It was made of fine straw and adorned with the finest ribbon of various colors. But the people of Huntsville were not satisfied with what they had done for them and concluded to do better for them and gave the man enough provision to last him several days. I cannot call to mind the mans name but I remember that he said he was going south where there was plenty of cotton to pick to get employment for the children. There was another man with them who said that he was hired to drive one of the team of oxen.
By S. C. Turnbo

Years ago the main road between the Sugar Loaf country and Yellville, Ark. struck Georges Creek 6 ½ miles from Yellville and followed it 2 ½ miles when it left the creek and led by the residence of W. C. Whitlock who lived on the ridge 3 miles north of Yellville as has already been said. Mr. Whitlock was cruelly murdered in war days and his family moved into Missouri where they remained until 1867 when they returned back to their home. Among Mr. Whitlocks children was a daughter named Sarah Emiline who sickened and died in the latter part of 1857. The bereaved parents loved their child so dearly that they had her body buried in the orchard that was in front of the door yard. Here they could care for her grave by planting flowers and prevent the weeds from growing over it. There was some consolation to the parents in having the remains of their beloved child resting near the house so they could look out at the door and see the little mound of dirt which hid the mortal remains of their darling daughter, but after Mr. Whitlock was killed and his family was forced to leave their home they had to leave the grave unguarded and the fence around the orchard was soon destroyed and the little mound was trod upon by stock and it was also soon covered with weeds and bushes. But when the family returned it was not neglected, the weeds and bushes were cleaned off and the grave put in its usual shape. In a few years Mrs. Whitlock realized that they would have to give up their home and live elsewhere and not desiring to go off and leave the grave of her child to be neglected and likely to be plowed over at some future time she decided to have the remains taken up and buried in the grave yard where her father received interment on Lee’s Mountain.

Mrs. Lizzie B. Brown give me an account of the exhuming of the body.

Mrs. Brown is a sister of the dead girl and said that she was taken up in about 3 years after they returned home. Mrs. Brown said that the coffin was in a good state of preservation and on opening the coffin she said, “My sisters face with the exception of the flesh being dried on the bones presented a natural appearance. All the features showed distinctly. A few locks of hair had become detached from the head but with the exceptions of that the hair and its dressing had retained its shape and color. The ear rings had dropped from the ears and lay in the bottom of the coffin”.

The writer will say here that he has seen this grave on several occasions while passing the residence of Mr. Whitlocks and also viewed the grave a year or two after the remains had been exhumed and reintered.
By S. C. Turnbo

Back in the early days of Little North Fork of White River Mr. Owen Kersey lived on this stream opposite the mouth of Otter Creek. On one occasion a great torrent of rain fell and the water in the creek rose to a great height. It got all round Kerseys house and into it and Kersey and his family went upstairs on the board loft. The water rose so rapidly that the puncheon floor was soon afloat. About the time the water was high enough in the house to move the puncheons, a calf which was in the yard and which belonged to Kersey swam into the house for protection. As the calf began to float and swim around among the floating puncheons it felt greatly distressed and began to bleat in a pitiful way. Kersey hearing the distressed cry of the calf told his wife that he must try to save it from drowning and he went downstairs into the water where it was more than waist deep and caught the calf as it was struggling around in the water and carried it up stairs. In a few minutes afterward the creek rose high enough to move the house several yards from its foundation but fortunately it did not go to pieces neither did it get quite up to the loft. Mr. Kersey and all his family including the calf was saved from drowning. The flood took all their chickens down stream and they lost them all. A settler who lived on the creek below them on higher ground said that he seen 4 or 5 of the chickens going by on a drift. Among them was a large rooster which was crowing in a defiant way as the swift current was carrying the drift the chickens were on down stream.
By S. C. Turnbo

In giving pioneer stories of Pulaski County, Mo., Mr. William F. Robinson a former resident of that part of the state gives this one. “My grandfather James Robinson said that when he settled on Rubidoo Creek in Pulaski County south of Waynesville, there was the remnants of a fort which had been built many years before any white people settled in Missouri. These works had been occupied by Indians or some other race of people. There were also strong indications that a battle had been fought in and out of the fort and one side of the combatants had been vanquished. If the dead received burial it was done in shallow graves for humane bones were scattered all over the ground occupied by the old fort and also on the outside of it. The earliest settlers there picked up many of these bones and examined them for curiosity. The oldest families who lived in this locality were unable to give the remotest history of the fort and its garrison. The early settlers continued to pick up the bones and carry them off until there were but few left on the ground but the history of its starting point and the battle fought here and the evacuation of the works always remained obscure. Among the first settlers who lived in the near vicinity of this old fort was Ezekiel McNeely who had a daughter named Mary who after she was grown married John Watson. A number of years before her marriage when Mary was a little child and while some of the bones were still lying on the ground Mary’s father owned a fine flock of sheep which required careful attention to prevent the wolves from getting among them and McNeely put the sheep in charge of his little daughter Mary who with the help of a little dog would follow the flock of sheep around in view from the house until near night when her and the dog would round them up and drive them into the sheep lot and start them out again in the morning. This was repeated every day if the weather admitted. One day when Mary was seven years old the flock of sheep fed on the ground where the old fort was which was a half a mile from her fathers house. The child knew the ground there well for she had passed over it on many occasions. Some few scattering bones were still lying on the ground and the stories of Indian spirits or ghosts being seen there from time to time had not disappeared and were in circulation but little Mary was not afraid of these uncanny tales for she had heard them repeated from the time she could first remember, and had never seen any ghost about these abandoned works or anywhere else. But her young and tender mind took on a change on this subject before night of the day we refer to which the sequel will show. Among her flock of sheep was a big ram who heretofore had been a good humored sheep but by some means he had become angry that morning and before the little girl could get out of his way the ram ran at her and knocked her down with his head, with a vain effort she tried to get up but the angry sheep would butt her down again. She struggled and tried to drive the ram away but he would not go. Then she cried and screamed to attract attention from her parents but her cries of distress failed to reach their ears. She was not expected to return back to the house with the sheep until late in the afternoon and the parents were not uneasy. Poor little girl she had surely met the evil one in the shape of that vicious sheep that was standing over her and watching every movement she made. Though he would not strike her with his horns unless she tried to get up then he would butt her down again. In this way she was compelled to lay there until the sun had nearly disappeared below the horizon. She had give up in dispair. She would cry a while then beg and plead with the old sheep to allow her to rise to her feet and go home. If he would she would forgive him for the rough treatment he had inflicted on her but the ram seemed to enjoy her suffering. The sun had his himself the shadows of the trees had disappeared, it would soon be night. Oh, what would she do? Papa and mamma would certainly become alarmed about her and leave the house in search of her. Oh that they would come now for she was in sore distress and needed their help. “May God help them to find where I am”, was her sweet and piteous little prayer. Then she waited a few minutes in silence to find out if God had heard her prayer. Then she sank into unconsciousness. It was now that the parents grew anxious about their little daughter and looking out they saw part of the sheep coming toward the house. Mary was not with them and the remainder of the sheep was not in sight and they both left the house immediately on the hunt for the missing one, and as the dusk of the evening was setting down they discovered the ram at a distance on the ground of the old fort standing and watching something on the ground, which at that distance they could not make out what it was. They hurried on toward where the solitary sheep stood and as they approached nearer they saw it was a child and they went on the faster and drove the ram away and beheld their darling child lying there. Sorrow and grief nearly overwhelmed them both for they thought she was dead. They picked her up from the ground and pushed back the little curls of hair from over her face and rubbed her hands and arms and to their joy they found that life was not extinct. “Oh Zeke we have been so careless of our faithful little child”, said the mother with her eyes swimming in tears. “My dear wife if Mary lives over this we will not be so neglectful about her any more,” said the sorrowing husband and father. And without any more words made haste to apply restoratives until she was able to swallow and then they gave her warm teas and mild stimulants until she was able to sit up and talk a little and gradually grew in strength until she had regained life and health again. Mary said thereafter that she always disdained the thought of ghosts rising up to meet her on the ground of the old fort until she lay helpless there with that old ugly sheep standing over her and ready to butt her down whenever she made an effort to get up. “I was terrffied” said she, “for I was overcome with superstition for I truly believed then that some of the dead Indians would suddenly return to life again and rise up and scalp me.

Mr. Robinson furnished this account to the writer where he lived one half a mile east of Oneta Post Office in the Indian territory one day in the month of June 1906.