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1	6th Regiment Missouri State Militia Cavalry Describes the actions that the 6th Regiment Missouri State Military Cavalry participated in during the Civil War.	Owner of original: www.civilwararchive.com Date: unknown	David Oliver Wallace (Military) James Cosby Wallace (Military)
2	History of Sullivan County, Tennessee that relates to the time William Wallace lived there Sullivan County lies on the Virginia border immediately west of Johnson County from which it is separated by Holston Mountain. The surface of the county is undulating, and the soil generally good. The principal valleys are Denton, Holston Cook, and Beaver Creek. The largest stream is the Holston River, which traverses the eastern portion of the county, flowing in a southwesterly course until it reaches the Washington County line where it is joined by the Watauga. It then runs in a northwesterly direction to its confluence with the North Fork at Kingsport. Its chief tributaries are Sinking Creek, Beaver Creek, Fall Creek, Kendrick Creek, Muddy Creek, and Reedy Creek...The fort on the Holston River opposite the upper end of Long Island...was built by a regiment of British troops under Col. Bird, in the autumn of 1758, and was occupied by them during the following winter. At this time a few settlers located in the vicinity, but they were soon compelled to retire east of the Kanawha. During the next ten years, many hunting and exploring expedition parties traversed the Holston Valley, but no permanent settlements were made as low down as the present Tennessee line, until late in 1768 or early in 1769. On November 5, 1768, a treaty of cession was made at Fort Stanwix, NY, with the Six Nations, by the terms of which, they and their descendants relinquished all rights and title to the lands north and east of the Tennessee and Holston Rivers. On October 14 of the same year, a treaty was made at Hard Labour, in South Carolina, with the Cherokees, who also claimed the territory. By this treaty, the boundary lines of the Cherokee hunting grounds were fixed...These two treaties afforded an opportunity for the expansion of the settlements which had been made on the Holston in Virginia. The Colonists who had been waiting upon the frontiers longing to plunge into the wilderness to locate claims, or to take possession of grants already surveyed, lost no time in doing so. Haywood relates that early in 1769, Gilbert Christian, William Anderson, John Sawyers, and four others entered upon an exploring expedition down the Holston. They penetrated as low down as Big Creek in Hawkins County, where they met a large party of Indians and were forced to retreat. They turned about and went back up the river ten or fifteen miles, concluded to return home. About twenty miles above the North Fork they found upon their return a cabin on every spot where the range was good, and where only six weeks before nothing was to be seen but a howling wilderness. When they passed by before on their outward destination they found no settlers on the Holston, save three families on the head springs of that river. Prior to 1779, the portion of what is now Sullivan County north of the Holston was believed to be in Virginia, and the first grants were issued by that State. The earliest one of which there is any record was issued to Edmund Pendleton in 1766, for 3,000 acres of land on Reedy Creek...At the foot of Eden Ridge (originally Heaton Ridge) on the east side was built a fort known as Heaton's Fort. It was erected by the settlers of Reedy Creek and Cook's Valley and was one of the first structures of the kind in the county. The Yancey Tavern, a famous house of entertainment, was built near this fort. Russell's fort stood on the Snapp's Ferry road, about six miles from Blountville. The first or one of the first mills in the county is said to have been by John Sharp, an Indian trader. It was a small tub-mill and stood on the spot occupied by the mill built a few years later by John Spurgeon at the mouth of Muddy Creek. As the majority of the first settlers of the county were Scotch-Irish the first religious organizations were Presbyterian, and it is said that as early as 1778 two churches had been constituted. There were Concord and Hopewell. Very little is known of them, except that Samuel Doak preached to them for two years preceding 1780. One of them is thought to have been the old "Weaver Church," between Bristol and Union, which, tradition says, was founded by Rev. Joseph Rhea, while on one of his trips to Tennessee. The oldest church of which there is [no] definite knowledge is New Bethel, which was organized in 1782 by Rev. Samuel Doak. James Gregg, Sr, John Allison, and Francis Hedge, Sr, are supposed to have been the first ruling elders. Sullivan County was the second county formed in what is now Tennessee and included all the part of Washington County lying north of a line formed by the ridge dividing the waters of the Watauga from those of the Holston, and extending from the termination of this ridge to the highest point of the Chimney Top Mountain. The act was passed in October 1779, and in February 1780, the county court was organized at the house of Moses Looney, at which time a commission was presented appointing as justices of the peace Isaac Shelby, David Looney, William Christie, John Dunham, William Wallace, and Samuel Smith. Isaac Shelby exhibited his commission dated November 19, 1779, appointing him Colonel Commandant of the county, and D. Looney of the same date appointing him Major. Ephraim Dunlap was appointed State's attorney, and John Adair, entry-taker. The court adjourned to meet at the house of James Hollis. As the records of this court were almost destroyed during the civil war, but little is now known concerning it. For a few years, the courts were held somewhat in what is now the western part of the county, at the Yancey Tavern, near Eaton's Station, or at the house of Mrs. Shar, near the mouth of Muddy Creek, and possibly at both places. In 1786, Hawkins County having been erected, the Legislature of North Carolina passed an act to remove the sear of justice to a more central location and appointed Joseph Martin, James McNeil, John Duncan, Even Shelby, Samuel Smith, William King, and John Scott as commissioners to select a site for the county building. Meanwhile, the courts were ordered to be held at the house of Joseph Cole. For some cause, the seat of justice was not permanently located until 1792 when James Brigham conveyed thirty acres of land to John Anderson, George Maxwell, and Richard Gammon, commissioners appointed by the county court to erect a courthouse and jail. These commissioners seem also to have failed to do the duty assigned them, for, in the act of the territorial assembly establishing the town, passed in 1795, James Gaines, John Shelby, Jr., John Anderson, Jr., David Perry, Joseph Wallace, and George Rutledge were appointed to complete the courthouse. This was a hewed-log structure, which stood on a lot nearly opposite the present courthouse. The jail was built in the rear of this lot. Some time between 1825 and 1838 a brick courthouse was erected on the lot occupied by the present one, which was built about 1850. During the war, the latter with its contents was burned, but the walls sustained but little damage and it was rebuilt at a comparatively small cost...The second jail was built in the rear of the courthouse. It was superseded by the pre-set building about 1870. The first building on the site of the town is said to have been a dwelling erected by James Brigham on the north side of the street near the bridge. The first storehouse was built by Walter James, a prominent trader who located in the vicinity about 1785...The first church in Blountville was the Methodist Church, which was organized early in the century. At about the same time a two-story brick building, 40x30feet was erected for a house of worship...This building became a place of worship for all denominations that chose to use it, and later was used for school entertainments and political meetings...It stood on the north side of Main Street...The officers of Sullivan County so far as could be determined have been as follows: County Clerks - John Rhea, 1780-87; Matthew Rhea, 1787-1820. Sheriffs - Nathan Clark, 1780-85; Archibald Taylor, 1785-87; George Rutledge, 1787-92; William McCormick, 1792-94; John Scott, 1794-1796; Isaac Shelby, 1796-98; John Anderson, 1798-1800. Registers - William Wallace, 1780; Stephen Major, 1789; W. C. Anderson, 1790.	Place: Sullivan County, Tennessee 36.4933147, -82.34518899999999	William Wallace (49889)
3	The Swedish Ancestry of Moses Justus of Schuyler County, Illinois. Peter Stebbins Craig. The Swedish Ancestry....* (Washington, DC: Peter S. Craig, 1990).*	Owner of original: Peter Stebbins Craig Date: 1990	Moses Justus (Biography)
4	A Bear's Last Visit to a Cornfield Folk tale written by Silas Claiborne Turnbo.	Owner of original: Springfield-Greene County Library Date: unknown	Lorenzo Dow Terry
5	A Beautiful Herd of Deer A Beautiful herd of deer. By S.C. Turnbo. Mr Tomps McCracken in relating his experience and observations in the forests of Marion County, [Arkansas] since 1851 says that a man who has lived in the Ozark region many years can tell some thing that might be of interest and worth relating. "The largest number of deer I ever saw in one bunch" said he " was one day while I and Joel Northcut and John King were going to Daniel Wickersham's mill on Mill Creek south of Yellville. We were in an old wagon drawn by oxen and while we were passing along on Lee’s Mountain we noticed a bunch of deer approaching the road in front of us. We halted the oxen and sit in the wagon and counted the deer while they were crossing the road and found there were 45 of them. They were traveling in double and single file. The sight of these deer as they were crossing the road and passing from view was delightful to our eyes," said Mr McCracken.	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Date: 1851 Place: Marion Co, Arkansas, USA 36.3194702, -92.6983868	Joseph Thompson McCracken, Sr. (Turnbo Manuscripts)
6	A Bloody encounter Between a confederate officer and a federal soldier on Jimmies Creek. Among the rough steep hills and deep hollows of Sister Creek on the south side of White River in Marion County, [Arkansas], lives Joe Pace son of Carl Pace and Mary M. Pace. Joe was born on Jimmies Creek October 17, 1853. Mr Carl Pace settled a claim on Jimmies Creek one mile above the mouth of Wild Cat Creek where Joe Pace was born. Joe’s parents have both passed over the great beyond and their bodies rest in the same grave yard near the Wild Cat school house on Jimmies Creek. Joe Pace is the proprietor of Paces Ferry on White River just above the mouth of Sister Creek and 4 miles below the little town of Oakland. Mr Joe Pace relates the following war story which he says is strictly true. "My father, Carl Pace, was a captain of a company in the 14th (confederate) Arkansas Infantry. My mother was a sister of Tomps McCracken and a daughter of Joe McCracken. In the month of August 1863 Jimmies Creek was invaded for the first time by a small command of federal troops of mounted men. My father was at home then on a leave of absence. Jim Skinner was then living on the Van Lants place on the south bank of the river just above the mouth of Sister Creek. This man had observed the federals passing down the river on the north side where the old George Pearson farm is. Mr Skinner set about at once to give warning of the approach of the federals to the few settlers who lived on Jimmies Creek and the other settlements toward Yellville for the river was at a low [2] stage and easily forded. So mounting a horse he galloped down to the mouth of Sister Creek before the federals reached the ford there and up that stream a short distance then over the dividing ridge to Jimmies Creek then up that water course to where my father lived above the mouth of Wild Cat. When Mr. Skinner arrived at our house the strength of his horse was entirely exhausted and his body was covered with sweat and foam. As the man approached the house he hallooed to father. ""Captain Pace the feds are coming and I have come to warn you of their approach. My horse is give out and I cannot ride him any further."" Mr. Skinner now abandoned the horse and ran into the bresh to hide from the enemy and father hastily caught a bay mule he called Jack and mounted him and urged him into a gallop to notify his neighbors of the coming of the enemy. It seems that the federals had seen Mr. Skinner galloping down the river on the south side and believing that he was intending to give the settlers warning of their approach they pushed on across the river and followed the fresh trail of Skinners horse as rapidly as their horses could travel and about the time my father got out of our sight we seen a federal galloping up the road toward the house with a pistol in his hand. The man galloped on by the house without halting or asking a question and followed the same road that my father had just gone over. When my father had galloped the mule near a half a mile up the creek or just below where Kingdom Spring is now he heard horses feet coming up behind him and he stopped and turned the mule a cross the road to wait to see if it was a friend getting out of the way of the enemy. In a few moments the horseman come in view and it proved to be an armed federal and who was only a few yards from him. My father had his pistol buckled around him but he made no [3] attempt to draw the weapon from the scabbard but waited until the federal soldier had galloped up to him with pistol in hand. The federal made no effort to use the pistol nor did not ask father to surrender neither did he ask him if he was armed, but when the federal reached him he stopped and says, "You have gone far enough in this direction" "Well" say my father "which way do you want me to go." "Let us go back the other way." replied the man in blue. "Very well, turn your horse in the way you desire to go," said father and the federal who was still holding the pistol in his hand reined his horse around and started back down the creek. My father never moved until the federal got a few yards off when he jerked his Pistol from the scabbard and shot the federal and wounded him causing the man in blue to jerk both his feet out of the stirrups and without turning in his saddle he placed the Pistol under his arm with the muzzle pointing to ward my father and fired a shot at random and immediately urged his horse into a gallop down the creek, Father shot at the federal twice more before he got beyond his view. The ball from the pistol in the hands of the federal struck father in the thigh. The wounded federal galloped back to our house where he met his command which had just arrived and he says to them, "Boys, I am shot" The other federals ask him "Did you hit him" "I don’t know," said he "but go on and if you can find him give him hell. And they all started up the road the way the wounded man had come. My father knew that the federals would make an effort to hunt him down and decided that it would be best to dismount and leave the mule and seek a place of safety among the crags and cliffs along the creek. But after he got off of the mule he discovered that the ball shot at him by the federal had broke his thigh and he could neither walk or remount the mule again. He was suffering intense pain and the wound was bleeding freely. [4] He was in a helpless condition and powerless to get out of the way on foot. But he must make an effort to leave the road and leaving the mule standing in the road he crawled 40 yards to a shelving rock which lay close down to the ground where there was just barely room for him to crawl under it. He had just got under the rock and was suffering an agony of pain when he heard the clattering of a number of horses feet over the stony ground coming up the road. It proved to be a body of federal cavalry and they soon reached the mule which by this time had got out of the road and was grazing. One of the troopers dismounted and tried to catch the mule but his muleship refused to be friendly and started off on father’s trail where he had pulled him self along to the cliff and as he went along he would put his nose down to the ground and smell where father had crawled along. "The commander of the troopers says, "Oh, damn the mule shoot it down and let us push on." And the man who was trying to catch the mule answered, "Go ahead, I’ll catch the mule and over take you." And while the man was following on behind the mule trying to coax it to stop the mule walked up in 6 feet of the ledge of rock that father was under and knowing that if the federal saw him he would shoot him instantly my father made ready to defend him self the best he could. Two barrels of his revolver were loaded and he cocked the pistol and aimed it at the man with the intention of shooting him if the man discovered him. Though suffering terrible pain from his broken thigh yet he held the pistol on the federal who was so busy in trying to catch the mule that he never discovered father nor heard the click of the pistol. Directly the man succeeded in catching the mule and lead him back to the road and remounting his horse he rode on in the direction his friends had went leading the mule at the side of his horse.[5] This was at 2 oclock in the afternoon. My mother not knowing that father was hurt and supposing he had escaped, she concluded it was best to get off of the public road where we lived and she took us children which was 7 in number and went to a relative of ours of the name of Bill King who lived off from the public high ways one mile and a half from our house on the following day at 10 a.m. I took one of our horses out in to the woods and hobbled him to prevent the federals from capturing him Just as I had finished tieing the rope around his legs and had rose to my feet I heard my father call me and I answered and ran to him. When I reached the spot where he lay wounded and very weak I was horrified to find him in such a terrible condition. The first words he said to me after I had got to him was "Joe is the feds gone yet" and I replied "Yes father they are all gone as far as I know." My father had crawled one mile and a half from where he was shot and was almost perished for the want of water. He said that he had not tasted a bit of water since he was wounded. He says "Joe run to Bills house and get me some water I am nearly starved for a drink." It was near 300 yards to Bill Kings house and I ran with all might to tell my mother and Mr King and his wife about fathers helpless condition. I took some water in a vessel and got back to father first. He wanted to drink all the water in the vessel but I told him that he was so nigh starved to death for water that he must only drink a small quantity of water at a time and it would not hurt him but if he drank it all at once it would kill him and I would not let him drink only a little at a time until his great thirst was partly quenched. By this time my mother and the other children and Mr King and his family got there and we went for other help immediately and made a litter of small poles tacked to gether and spread [6] a quilt on it for a bed and we lifted him up and put him on it and carried him 3 miles to a cliff of rock in a wild and lonely looking place in a N.W. direction from home where the Star mine is now on Wild Cat Creek and placed the suffering man in as comfortable position as circumstances would admit and my mother sent a runner to Yellville for two doctors’Jobe and Hansford and they both come and dressed his wounds and we all cared for him and gave him our best attention until he was able to be moved to safer and more comfortable quarters. I and my mother was with him nearly all the time. It was two months before he was able to travel. The wounded federal was taken to my grandfathers Joe McCracken who lived on Jimmies Creek below our house. On the night following the day the wounded federal was carried there a number of men collected at the cliff where we had carried my father on Wild Cat Creek and wanted to go mob the wounded man in blue. Some said hang him others wanted to shoot him a few said let us stab him to death with knives. It seemed that the ill fated soldier was doomed to die a cruel death, but my dear old father suffering the agonizing pains of the dying pleaded for the life of the federal and finally prevailed on the mob to let the wounded soldier live and treat him well, that he was wounded and in a helpless condition and it was their duty to care for him in a merciful way and when he was able to go to send him back to his friends and they all consented to do so and they treated him kindly and when he was able to travel they sent him home. His name was Josephus Liverpoole. Soon after the close of the war he wrote a letter to my father and father answered him and they carried on a friendly correspondence until Mr Liverpool died, then his father wrote to us several times after ward. They both died good friends to each other.	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Date: Aug 1863 Place: Wildcat Creek, Marion Co, Arkansas 36.3194702, -92.6983868	Mary Emily McCracken (Turnbo Manuscripts) Joseph William Pace (Turnbo Manuscripts) William Carroll Pace (Turnbo Manuscripts)
7	A Boar kills a Bear in a cane brake A boar kills a bear in a cane brake. By S.C. Turnbo. Occasionally a wild boar and a bear would meet when plenty of bear infested the upper White River country and a hard fight would ensue, the result of which either one or both of them would be slain. Away back when Arkansas was not a state Mike Yocum as we have said else where settled in the river bottom just above the mouth of Shoal Creek in what is now Boone County, [Arkansas]. This land was afterwards known as the Billy Holt place. Allin Trimble was Mike Yocums step son and Trimble who was born in 1815 was a small boy when Mr Yocum his step father lived in this bottom. One day in August 1813 Mr Trimble told me the following story about an encounter between a boar and bear that met in the cane in this bottom after Yocum settled here and engaged in a desperate fight leaving [2] only one of the combatants alive. In this case it was not a wild boar that fought the bear, but a tame one. Mr Trimble said that his step father owned a fine bunch of hogs which kept fat on the mast and vegetation in this bottom but it was a serious task to prevent the wild beast from destroying them. Among the bunch was a large male hog and a fine white sow but my step father shot and killed the sow one day through mistake. He was passing through the cane toward the river bank when he noticed the glimpse of an animal following him. Thinking it was a panther he aimed his rifle at the object and pulled the trigger and a bullet crushed through the skull of the sow. Step father regretted that he never took time to find out what the animal was before he shot. Well to the encounter between the boar and bear," said Mr Trimble. "One day the hogs all came running to the yard fence except the boar. The hogs were in an uproar and had been disturbed by a wild beast which we supposed was a panther. We waited anxiously for the boar to put in [3] an appearance. But the missing hog did not come up until two hours after the first ones had shown up. He was in a bad plight—was seriously wounded and covered with blood. He had been in a desperate combat with a wild beast and he was greatly angered and restless. We traced the back track of the boar through the cane to the spot where the encounter took place. A bear lay dead where the ferocious animals had struggled to gether. Cane, weeds and pawpaw bushes were mashed flat to the ground. Blood was sprinkled on the ground and foliage. The bear was mangled by the boars tusks almost beyond description. Deep gashes were cut and torn all over its body and legs. The greatest wounds were inflicted on its belly, breast and behind the shoulders. It seemed that bruin was bent on filling up on a mess of fresh pork but his attack on the bunch of swine was so stoutly resisted by the boar that his bear ship was compelled to give up the feast and his life too," said Mr Trimble.	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Place: Marion Co, Arkansas, USA 36.3194702, -92.6983868	Allen Trimble (Turnbo Manuscripts) Michael Yocham, Sr. (Turnbo Manuscripts)
8	A few names of early residents. One among the early timers of North Arkansas is Dave Fee who resides at Peel Marion County. His parents Henderson and Margarette (Myers) Fee with four of their children, Jane, Dave, John M. and Ben who was the baby then and Mr Mike Myers his father in law came from the state of Kentucky to where Buffalo City in Marion County is now on a steam boat in 1851. Dave Fee was born in Breathitt County Kentucky October 25 1847. Daves father was born in 1819. Dave Fee says that his father made a crop in the river bottom where Buffalo City now is in 1852. He remembers that Jim Laffoon and a Mr Linscott lived in this same bottom at the same time his father did and that his grand father Miky Myers who was quite an old man died there in the early part of 1853. "Soon after the death of my grand father” said Mr Fee "My father bought an improvement from David. [M.?] Tutt who lived on Crooked Creek 1-½ miles above Yellville and moved on to it and then he went to Batesville which was the nearest land office and entered his land. “Here on this farm my mother died at the age of 74 years and was buried in the Fee grave yard on this land, later on my brother John. M. and my sister Jane died and their bodies received interment in this same cemetery. David [M.?] Tutt was a son in law of Dave Stinnette father of I. C. Stinnette. Tutts wife was named Elizabeth.” When we first come to Crooked Creek" continued Mr Fee "John Estes was running a saloon in Yellville and Isaac Wilson was selling goods. Henry Burch lived on Crooked Creek below Yellville. Peter Shoup who was a blacksmith lived on the creek 2 miles above Yellville." Mr Fee says that he well remembers Ed Tunsil the proprietor of a small steam boat with only one chimney to it plying the waters [2] of White River from the Mississippi River to the Buffalo Shoals. In calling over the names of the Weist family who lived in Yellville he said the old mania given name was Adam and that his sons given names were Jim, Wash., Ben, John and Doc. His daughters were Sally, Mary, and Martha. In the war between the states Dave Fee was a Confederate soldier and served in B. F. (Ben) Ivey’s Company C Colonel Schnavel’s Battalion of Cavalry and he also served as Sheriffe of Marion County from 1894 to 1898. Mr Fee also gives a brief account of Ben Stinnettes freak pig that he possessed in the year 1871. He said that it was a male pig and was spotted in color. Its fore legs were all right but it had no hind legs at all. Mr Stinnette exhibited the little grunter in Yellville as a show charging the public one dime for a look at it, Paul Ellenburg offered him $25 for the pig but the owner thinking he could make more out of it refused to accept it. Finally Ben got tired of caring for the little two legged creature and put in a hog bed where there was a sow and other pigs. This was late one evening and the weather was cold and that night the sow and other pigs overlaid the helpless pig and killed it. Mr Fee tells of going to school in Yellville when Van Tate taught school in the Weist school house. "But the first school I ever attended" said he "was when Jim Rawlins taught on Crooked Creek a short distance above Yellville some of my school mates who went to this school were Dave and Mary Shoup and three of the Magness children Jim, Dan and Sarah and Ed Railsback, Dan Railsback and their sister Sarah Railsback. The house that Rawlins taught this school in was a small log cabin with dirt floor and the cracks between the logs all open and the gable ends not closed. Split saplings 6 inches wide with legs put in them was what we used for seats."	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo	Benjamin Franklin Fee (Turnbo Manuscripts) David Fee (Turnbo Manuscripts) Henderson Fee (Turnbo Manuscripts) Jane Fee (Turnbo Manuscripts) John Mason Fee (Turnbo Manuscripts) More Links
9	A Few Names of the Early Residents of Little North Fork Little North Fork of White River has its source in Douglas County, Missouri and after flowing through the western part of Ozark County it enters Marion County, Ark. and empties into the river just above the little town of Oakland. Little North Fork is a beautiful water course. The ripling water of the creek and the numerous springs of water as found along this stream attracts a great deal of attention. The precipitous bluffs with over hanging cliffs, deep gulches, and rough hollows form a variable scenery from head to mouth. The most important tributaries streams are Bratten Spring Creek, Upper Turkey, Little Creek and Barren Fork which flow in from the east. Pond Fork, Lower Turkey and Otter Creek come in on the west side among some of the noted hollows known to the old time hunters are the Bear, Livingston, Turkey and Wells hollows which come in on the east side and the Caleb, Peter Cave, Mahan, Pine Branch, and Cow Pen which empty into the creek from the west side. It is not accurately known at present who was the first settler but it is known that John Petty a very old man and John Pettyjohn his soninlaw lived on Little North Fork as early as 1822. Paton Keesee located here in 1823. Let us take a view of the creek and refer to some of the early settlers along this stream. We are seated on the highest part of the bluff below the mouth of Bratten Spring Creek are just below the mouth of the hollow locally known as the Onyx [2] hollow which puts in to the creek at the canoe landing. It is interesting to view the creek from the summit of this bluff and see the water as it flows along and hear it roar as it runs swiftly over the rough rocky shoal, from this shoal to the mouth of Bratten Spring Creek Little Fork reminds us of a beautiful river. Opposite this bluff on the west side of the creek is the farm which was settled by Peter Graham son of old Peter Graham fatherinlaw of Paton Keesee. Many years afterward John Nave lived here. Mr Nave was a brother of Abe Nave who lived below here on the creek. These men and Jacob Nave were brothers. Just below this bluff on the east side of the creek is the old William Ford land some times called the Dan Burness Place. The first farm in the creek bottom on the west side above the mouth of Spring Creek was settled by Isaac Weaver. A number of years after ward Isaac Mahan located here and as we observe the hollow that bears his name we are reminded of this pioneer family. I am told that Jake Swinger was the first settler at the mouth of upper Turkey Creek and that Sam Grigsby settled the Tempy Hutchison place above the mouth of Pond Fork. Jim Lantz son of Mose Lantz informs me that his father settled the upper Phine Smith Place and cleared a small peice of land in the creek bottom and as he had no way to break the ground he dug holes in the rich loose soil with a hoe and planted corn and cultivated the crop with a hoe. Elijah Ford and Steve Graham are among the early settlers who lived on the lower Phine Smith place. Tomps Pumphrey lived on the east side of the creek one mile [3] above the mouth of Barren Fork as early as 1841. John Pettyjohn was the first settler at the mouth of Bratten Spring Creek. Among other old timers who have lived on this farm is Sam Johnson father of Carroll Johnson the farmer and stock dealer who lives on Bratten Spring Creek. Jim Stanfield settled the Bob Gilliland Place and Herrod Holt bought the improvement from him. Pleas McCollough settled the farm at the mouth of Bear Hollow. It is said that Pond Fork was first occupied by Peter Marsh and Billy Cowan the latter of which was a famed bear hunter and lived near the big pond or lake which gave rise to the name of the creek. This fine lake of water is 4 miles above the mouth of the creek and is fed by a fine spring of water which flows out of the ground at the head of the lake. I was told by the early day residents that Sugar Jones built the first mill on Little North Fork which stood some 3 miles above where Jimmie Forest built his mill a few years afterward. Jones mill was a small affair and ground about 6 bushels of corn a day. Before Jones built this mill the people who lived in that locality patronized a small mill on Big North Fork at the mouth of Little Creek.	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Place: Marion Co, Arkansas, USA 36.3194702, -92.6983868	Payton Keesee, Sr. (Turnbo Manuscripts) Moses Lantz (Turnbo Manuscripts) Abraham Nave (Turnbo Manuscripts) Jacob Nave (Turnbo Manuscripts) John Nave (Turnbo Manuscripts)
10	A Few Thoughts of the Past During the Spring season of 1860 a fruit agent who represented a large nursery at Lock Port New York came into Marion County, Ark. soliciting subscribers and he sold a large amount of fruit trees. We were living then on the north bank of White River in Keesee Township. My father bought 72 apple grafts at 25 cts. each, 9 pear at 75 cts each three grape vines at 25 cts each and two peach at one dollar each or a total of $25. The man was to deliver the trees in November of the same year but when that time arrived the war was being hotly agitated by many who sympathized with the south and the man experienced great difficulty in getting his steam boat load of fruit trees as far up White River as [2] Buffalo City and sent word to his patrons that it was impossible for him to deliver the trees as promised and that if they would come after them they could have them at a reduced price. Several parties who lived in the north part of the county that were subscribers refused to go them selves or send after the trees. They said it was northern fruit and they would not have it if the agent were to make them a present of it all. My father and "River" Bill Coker who lived opposite Shoal Creek on river and M. P. (Mose) Ray who lived on East Sugarloaf Creek near its mouth went down to Buffalo City and paid the man as they had promised to do and brought the trees home with them. It was in the middle of January 1861 when they returned back home and I and my father set ours out in a few days after ward. The trees had but little care while the war lasted but after the close of it my father gave [3] the trees close attention until his death. These trees bore fine fruit and turned out to be what the agent represented it to be. A few of these trees are standing at the present (June 1st 1907) day. I well recollect that in the month of November 1865 I went to the top of the bluff opposite where the big log house stood on the bank of the river where we lived and dug up 35 small cedar bushes and dug 35 holes around the house and placed a flat rock in the bottom of each hole and placed the cedars roots on these stones and filled in the dirt. A number of them died out and when Jim Roselle the present owner of the farm removed the old house to cultivate the land he destroyed all the remaining trees except three which are standing now and these remind me of the lonely hours that I whiled away on this farm during that beautiful fall season after the close of the war.	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Place: Marion Co, Arkansas, USA 36.3194702, -92.6983868	William Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts)
11	A Fight to the Death Between a Wild Boar and Bear Among those people who were born and reared in Boone County Ark. is James R. Dean and W. M. (Marion) Dean sons of Burrel Dean who come to Carroll County when he was a small lad of a boy. Their mother Miss Melvina Simmons was born and raised in what is now Boone County and so was their father. Their father and mother were married when north west Arkansas was thinly settled and lived on Crooked Creek 8 or 9 miles above Harrison not far from the white church house. Burrel Dean father of Jim and Marion Dean come with Abner Crump and John Crump from the state of Alabama. John Crump was the father of [William] W. and George Crump. The former was an officer in [Colonel] Shaler’s 27th Arkansas regiment and died at Center, Indian Territory, October 7, 1906. [2] Their mother was raised by Dick Wright who was among the first settlers on upper Crooked Creek. Wright was her grand father. He died on Bear Creek ten miles north of Harrison. Burrel Dean lies buried in the union soldiers grave yard at Fayetteville and the mortal remains of their mother rest In the cemetery at the white church. At the present writing Jim Dean lives near Protem Taney County, Mo. and Marion when I interviewed him on the 15 of July 1906 lived at Collinsville Cherokee Nation. They both give a few names of the old time citizens who lived in the neighborhood of where they were raised. Among them were Jim Mays, Jim Dowell and Hugh Coffman. The latter was blind. One day while Jim Dean lived on the bluff on the North side of White River from Bradley’s ferry he told me the following story which may interest those people who like to read about fierce encounters between wild animals that have took place from time to [3] time in the hills of the Ozarks. Mr Dean said that soon after the town of Harrison began its existence, he was employed by some of the merchants to haul goods from Springfield Mo. "I made many trips" said he. "Some times I was alone, at other times accompanied by other freighters. In the fall of the year when the weather was dry and pleasant and the roads in good condition I enjoyed being out. It was healthy to travel and breathe the balmy atmosphere and drink of the pure springs of water as found along the road. The road also traversed a broken country where fine views of towering hills spread out before the traveler. During cold wintry days though, when snow, ice, rain and swollen streams intervene the freighters humor is changed from a smile to a frown. All this fine landscape then does not appear so beautiful and hauling goods was not so much enjoyed. Since the construction of the St. Louis and North Ark. railroad to Harrison freighting goods from Springfield [4] to Harrison by wagons has come to an end. On a certain occasion during the autumn days when the foliage of the trees began to assume varigated colors I was hauling a load of goods for George W. Coker who was then in the mercantile business at Harrison, but now one of the leading merchants of Lead Hill. One night while on the return trip I camped in the Layton Pineries midway between the Layton sawmill place and Omaha which are about 8 miles apart. But just before stopping I met a noted hunter of the name of Jimmie Youngblood, this man was also a gun smith and repaired a number of rifles for the settlers. Youngblood had been hunting that day and informed me that a bear and wild boar had met and fought desperately in the afternoon. My curiosity being aroused I drove to where Youngblood said it occurred and camped. The old hunter went with me and we stayed together that night. The combat had taken place among tall pine trees which stood [5] near the road on the slope of a hill. It was a battle to the death, and as I viewed the scene of the terrific encounter I imagined how savagely they measured their strength and ferocity against each other. Mr Youngblood stated that while he was hunting in the fore noon he struck the trail of a bear that had been made a few hours previous. He put his dog on the trail of the bear and he and the dog followed the animal slowly to where it had met the boar. Though Youngblood did not witness the encounter, yet evidence was not wanting to testify that the conflict was something awful. It made me shudder while viewing the scene of the combat. Over the space of half an acre grass and weeds were trampled down and spotted with blood that flowed from the bleeding and mangled animals; bushes were torn out of the ground, out in twain and stripped of bark. It Is unknown how long they fought before they got too weak to continue the struggle, but it must of been some length [6] of time. The bear lay dead on the field of battle; seven deep gashes had been out into its body by the boars tusks. The boar was just able to leave the scene where its antagonist lay and was found dead 50 yards away. The bear had also done most deadly work, for besides other desperate wounds inflicted on the boar it had torn a large peice of flesh from its back. It was supposed that the bear had died first, and seemingly the wild hog had come out a little ahead; but its life was too short to boast of its victory. The bear was of medium size and rather thin in order. The boar was large and in fine condition, would have weighed 400 pounds gross more or less. The bear was so terribly mangled by its ferocious adversary that only a small part of its flesh was fit for use, but Youngblood dressed the best parts of it, and I and the old bear hunter and gun fixer eat of it for supper and breakfast."	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Place: Marion Co, Arkansas, USA 36.3194702, -92.6983868	George Washington Coker, Sr. (Turnbo Manuscripts)
12	A Fight with a Wild Cat In the year 1851 Joseph R. McCracken arrived in Marion [County, Arkansas] from the state of Tennessee where he lived awhile at Yellville. Joseph .R. died many years ago and lies buried in the Mitchell grave yard on Jimmies Creek. His wife Mrs Isabel (Thompson) McCracken died in Tennessee. Among their sons is J. T. (Tomps) McCracken who was born at [Murfreesboro] Rutherford County Tennessee November 29, 1830. Mr McCracken said that the numerous hills and hollows in Marion County was over run with game and panther wolves and wild cats. The only real fight I ever got into with wild beasts in Marion County was with two vicious wild cats on the summit of a bluff on the south side of White River 4 miles above the mouth [2] of Jimmies Creek. I was mounted on a mule and was hunting for stock that had wandered off from home where I lived 8 miles below Peel. As usual when I rode into the woods to round up my cattle I took my sheperd dog Charly with me for company and to help me drive the cattle (but had no gun with me). While I was passing by a thicket of bushes on the bluff just mentioned I heard some animal approach me out of the thicket and before I had time to think hardly two wild cats attacked the dog. I was confident that the two beasts were able to whip the dog and I hurriedly dismounted to assist him. The moment I had got down off of the mule one of the cats left the dog and with hair bushed up sprang at me and made several attempts to reach my chest. I had a hard tussle to prevent it from leaping up in my face, but after some lively kicking and knocking with my clenched hands I persuaded the enraged beast to leave me and go up a tree, but not before it had tore my clothes and [3] the flesh on my legs with its sharp claws and teeth. While I and the wild cat was engaged in the row the dog had put the other cat to flight and chased it into the bluff. When my cat left me I felt as angry as it was and when it sprang up the tree and stopped I snatched up a stone and hurled it at the cats head and struck it between the eyes and it fell to the ground. I supposed I had killed it but it was only stunned and soon revived. It was now that the dog came back to me out of the bluff and it clinched with the cat at once, and I and the dog fought it until it left us and ascended the same tree again and stopped near 20 feet above the ground. The cat appeared to have the worst of the right now and would like to escape. But my anger at the animal was increased and picking up another stone I threw it with more force than I did before. The stone went to the mark and the cat relaxed its hold and fell to nigh gone dead to make any resistance and I finished its life with another stone. As soon as it was [4] entirely dead I followed the dog into the bluff and found the other cat lying dead where the dog had killed it. I picked it up and brought it out of the bluff and layed it down by the side of the other dead cat, and after I rested a while I put them both on the mule and carried them home."	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Place: Marion Co, Arkansas, USA 36.3194702, -92.6983868	Joseph Richmond McCracken (Turnbo Manuscripts) Joseph Thompson McCracken, Sr. (Turnbo Manuscripts) Isabelle Thompson (Turnbo Manuscripts)
13	A Greedy Panther choked to death on a piece of meat . An interesting panther story was told by Mrs Jane Nave widow of Abe Nave both of which have been dead many years ago. Mrs Nave was a sister of Allin Trimble and a daughter of William Trimble, in narrating the story of the panther Mrs Nave said that in the early days when her step father Mike Yocum lived on the left bank of White River just above the mouth of Shoal Creek in what is now Boone County, [Arkansas], her mother Mrs Sally Yocum sent her on horse back one day to her grandfather, Buck Coker who lived in the lower end of the Jake Nave Bend. Her mother had sent her on an errand and she was to hurry back home which she had intended to do. There was no roads then but she had been at her grand fathers frequently and knew [2] the way there through the woods. She was only a little girl but she was accustomed to wild life and as long as she did not meet any thing that she was afraid of she did not feel the least uneasy. She surrounded the heads of the hollows and followed the ridgeway until she reached the top of the hill east of the pine hollow where she dismounted and lead the horse down the steep hill in to the hollow and seeing a log she lead the horse up to it to remount him. Part of this log rested a few feet above the ground and while she was preparing to get up on the horse she was horrified at seeing a panther lying stretched on the ground on the opposite side of the log from where she had lead the horse up. A dead hog lay in a few feet of the beast. She supposed the panther was in a deep sleep and she lost not a moment of time in springing on the horses back and urging him into a gallop and never slacked his speed until she had [3] reached her grand father Cokers yard fence and soon related her story to the family. Mr Coker and others accompanied by the dogs repaired to the place indicated by his little grand daughter and found the panther but it was dead. It had slain one of Cokers hogs and no doubt being very hungry had torn a big hunk of flesh from the hog and in its greed to appease its appetite had tried to gulp the peice of meat down whole and was choked to death. "Finding the panther delayed my return home and I did not get back home as soon as I was told to do,” said Mrs Nave.	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Place: Marion Co, Arkansas, USA 36.3194702, -92.6983868	Sarah Ann Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) William Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) Mary Jane Trimble (Turnbo Manuscripts)
14	A Negro Woman on Horse Back Attacked by Wolves We learned the following account from Mrs Mary Wiggins who is commonly known as "Aunt Polly" Mrs Wiggins is a daughter of Charles Coker who lived on West Sugarloaf Creek in what is now Boone County, Ark. Mrs Wiggins is the widow of Henry Wiggins who died on White River above the mouth of Little North Fork during the Civil War. In relating the story of the wolves Mrs Wiggins said that while her uncle Joe Coker lived at the Big Spring below Lead Hill Ark. his negro slaves would visit the negroes who belonged to Ned Coker who lived on the river and Ned Cokers negroes would return the visit and thus they would exchange visits [2] with each other. Among Joe Cokers negro women slaves was one named Violet that usually went on horse back when she paid a visit. One Saturday evening she begged permission to be allowed to go visit Ned Cokers negroes and her request was granted. It was after sundown when she mounted a horse and with an infant child in her lap she started for "massa" Ned Cokers to pass the night with his slave women. It was growing dark when she passed over the glady ridge and entered the timber on her way to the Coker farm on the right bank of White River. It was now that a howling gang of wolves rushed up to the road which frightened the horse and the woman screamed with terror. She urged the horse into a gallop hoping to get rid of the wolves by out racing them. Before the horse ran far the [3] bad scared woman found that she was not able to hold the infant in her lap and guide the horse too. Fortunately she had a large stout cotton hand kerchief with her and halting a few moments and while the wolves were darting around the scared horse she tied the child to her waist with the hand kerchief then getting a stride of the horses back she give him the reins and he seemed to fly along the dark road. Dodging the low limbs that hung over the road the best she could the woman supposed it was her last hour on earth and she uttered scream after scream. The wolves followed her only a short distance when they stopped and she heard nothing more of them which relieved her distressed and perilous position. But her terror did not fully abate until she was safe among the slaves of Ned Coker,” said Aunt Polly.	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Place: Marion Co, Arkansas, USA 36.3194702, -92.6983868	Edward Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) Joseph Dempsey Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) Mary Ann Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) Henry Wiggins (Turnbo Manuscripts)
15	A Nice View of a Small Bunch of Deer A nice view of a small bunch of deer. One who was born and reared in Marion County, [Arkansas] furnished the writer this account. "I have met several herds of deer in the hills of Marion County especially on Trimble Creek," said Mr William Trimble son of Allin Trimble "But the most charming sight of deer I ever had of deer was one morning before sunrise in 1867 while I and my brother Milt Trimble were living on the old Asa Yocum farm opposite Bull Bottom when 14 deer come out of the forest into the lane and stopped at the salt lick near the house where Mr Yocum had salted his cattle and horses for several years, though it was common to meet deer bunched together in the hills but the sight of so many of them entering a lane so near a dwelling house was rarely met with."	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Place: Marion Co, Arkansas, USA 36.3194702, -92.6983868	Milton Thomas Trimble (Turnbo Manuscripts) William Trimble (Turnbo Manuscripts)
16	A Night Attack by Wolves on a Lonely Trail Ways In 1857, a stranger came into Ozark County, [Missouri], and lived a while at Hugh McClures on Little North Fork. He said his name was Every Milton. No body knew his native land but he was supposed to be a Cuban. In a short while after his arrival he began the practice of medicine and proved to be a successful practitioner. He also began delivering lectures on different subjects. He was intelligent and fairly educated. Tommy Norris a minister of the Freewill Baptist Church who lived on Little Creek a tributary of Little North Fork organized a church on White River below mouth of Big Creek and held meeting from time to time at the settlers houses. Most of his preaching was done at Asa Yocums. A day or two before the appointed time for meeting Norris whether riding or walking would leave home carrying his rifle, Bible and hymn book. Occasionally he would slay several deer on the way and take off the hides and carry them with him and leave the dead deer for the use of the buzzard and ravenous beasts. Settlers would collect from 10 to 15 miles around to attend these meetings. [2] Norris was a devoted man in religious matters and was popular among the old timers. He labored hard on the farm and was found dead one after noon lying between his plow handles. He was buried in the Norris graveyard on Little Creek 4 miles above Thornfield. Dr Every Milton was often present at Norris’s meetings on the river and usually delivered a short lecture. In the summer of 1859 he delivered a peculiar discourse at Asa Yocums. It was on a Sunday and a large assembly of people gathered to hear him. His subject was "the future Civil War" he said in part that the war would come and that it would be a terrible struggle between the great warriors of the north and south. Figuratively speaking the blood would run to the bridle reins of the chargers. "War will continue 4 years” said he "the destruction of lives and property will be appalling. The southern army will be crushed, the people destitute and the country left desolate." Though the war began one year sooner than he claimed it would, but take it al together it was a remarkable prophecy. In 1862 Milton was arrested and taken to Springfield [Missouri] where he lay in prison a few months and was released. He died on upper Turkey Creek of Little North Fork on Christmas Day 1862. In the early part of 1861 Dr Milton lived at the mouth of Big Creek and rode far and near to wait on the [3] sick. While he was residing here he met with a serious adventure with wolves one night while on his way home from visiting a patient. The writer was told the story by Milton him self. He said that one after noon he rode to Little North Fork to see John Copelin who was sick and lived on the next farm above the old Paton Keesee place. "The road from my house to Copelins was a dim trail. It was some time after night fall when I left Copelins for home. My black dog was with me I called Catch. Among other medicine in my pocket case was a lump of assafeatida gum. It was after the first quarter of the moon in the month of February the night was cool but not unpleasant. I had passed over this trail before and knew every crook and turn of it. While I was riding over the divide between head of Pine Hollow that flows into Little North Fork and the head of a hollow that flows into Cedar Creek (where the Dugginsville and Pontiac road now passes—Writer) I was suddenly attacked by a pack of vicious wolves which had been howling near me while I was passing over the glade before reaching the top of the ridge. The creatures surrounded my horse and sprang at the dog. The latter dodged under the horse. Two of the wolves rushed under the horses belly to catch the dog. The latter again avoided them by dashing around under the horses head. By this time my horse was almost unmanageable but I contrived to prevent him from running away with me. [4] I yelled at the top of my voice to frighten the wolves away but they paid no attention to me. In a few seconds they caught the dog and the whole gang flew onto him to rend him to pieces. The dying noise of the poor dog was heard plainly above the snarls and growls of the wolves. Though I was terribly scared but my dog was a favorite and my blood warmed with anger. I hastily dismounted and holding the bridle with my left hand I plunged the blade of my dirk knife into one of the wolves. The animal sank down. I stabbed and kicked others and drove them back a few feet from the dog. I was too late to save the canine for he lay dying. My blood boiled at the loss of him. With the vengeance of an Indian warrior I grabbed the ears of the dying wolf I had first struck with the knife and cut and tore off his scalp. At this moment the hungry pack began snapping at me so furiously that I did not take time to put the wolf scalp in my pocket but held it and the knife in my hands while I mounted my bad scared horse and left the spot in a fast run. The wolves or part of them gave pursuit. My horse needed no urging from me. He almost seemed to fly along that dim path way and how I escaped the limbs of the trees which hung over the trail I never could account for. The wolves seemed to fly too and I believed they would take me and the horse both down. Then I remembered the assafeatida and reaching around I jerked my medical packets from under me [5] and dropped them on the ground and galloped on. The voracious animals halted and I heard them fighting and growling but I was not long in getting out of hearing distance. I reached home without further molestation. I went back the following day in company with other men and recovered my pockets but the wolves had got the flaps unfastened and several vials of medicine lay scattered about on the ground. The assafeatida was gone. Further on where I was first attacked I found a few remnants of my trusty dog and also the carcass of the scalped wolf." S.C. Turnbo. Doctor Every Milton was his name. He was a tall slender man. The Preachers name was Tommy Norris. He was also a famed hunter	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Date: 1857 Place: Marion Co, Arkansas, USA 36.3194702, -92.6983868	Asa Yocham (Turnbo Manuscripts)
17	A Part of an Account of the Coker Family, Biographical and Historical The following is a biographical sketch of Buck Cokers children and grand children as far as we are able to obtain the information, nearly all of which was furnished me by Bill Trimble son of Allin Trimble, the last named was a child of Mrs Sallie Trimble daughter of Buck Coker. The Coker family belongs to the oldest Pioneer race of people in North west Arkansas. We have mentioned elsewhere that Buck Coker settled at the lower end of the Jake Nave Bend of White River in what is now Boone County Ark. in January 1815. Joe Coker was Buck Coker's eldest child. He married a white woman in Alabama and two daughters—Betsey and Sallie were born of this marriage. Soon after the death of this woman he married an Indian woman of the name of Ainey and the issue of this marriage were "Prairie" Bill, Herrod, "Little" Joe, Daniel the fiddler, Laferty Coon who was a confederate soldier and was killed at Port Husdon. The daughters were Rebecca, Jane and Mary Ann. Joe Coker brought this Indian wife with him to White River in 1814 and as we have mentioned else where he lived in the Sugarloaf Country in Boone County, Ark. After Mr Coker come to north west Arkansas he taken unto him self another Indian woman by the name of Cynthia. By this illegal marriage there were born John, George and Randolph. George was killed by Jake Nave in the Jake Nave Bend of White River and Randolph killed sheriff Billy Brown near the village of Dubugue. Herrod married [2] Miss Polly Orr. Sallie married John Carter. Betsey married "Squirrel" Bill Wood. Rebecca married Bill Daniels. Jane married George Hogan. Mary Ann married Bob Trimble. Ned Coker another son of Buck Coker married Winnie Yocum daughter of Solomon Yocum. Their off springs were "River" Bill whose first wife was Peggie daughter of Wm Holt and Sallie who married Jake Nave. Among "River" Bill Cokers children by his first wife for he was married the second time are George who was born in 1850 and is one of the leading merchants of Lead Hill Ark and Winnie who married Bill Magness son of Sam Magness and Nina who married Eph Kelly who was postmaster at Lead Hill many years. William Coker another son of Buck Coker was also married and had several children but his wifes name is forgotten. His children were "Yellville" Bill a noted fiddler and a Confederate soldier and the first merchant of Lead Hill Ark and Ned who was a volunteer in the American Army and fought through the war with Mexico and returned back home. There was also another son named Charles. The daughters were Sallie who married Tom Brown and he died at the foot of bluff on the east side of the mouth of Trimbles Creek in Marion County, Ark. Some years after the death of Brown she married Allin Trimble and Malinda who married South foot (Will) Bill Woods who built a mill on Georges Creek 6-½ miles north of Yellville and Nancy who married Lige Wood who settled the Arch Anderson farm near Dodd City Ark and Jane who married "Rosin" Bill Wood and Abbie who married Jim Churchman and John Coker killed him and while Sheriff Billy Brown made an attempt to arrest him for this crime Randolph Coker shot and killed Brown. [3] Charles Coker another son of Buck Coker married a daughter of Shawnee Berry Jim Trimble. Her name is forgotten. Their children were "Wagoner" Bill and Lenard who was another fiddler and Ned who went to Texas in an early day and Joe who was the youngest and also was a confederate soldier. After the death of Charles Cokers first wife he married Betsey Friend daughter of Jake Friend and a sister of Peter Friend. The issue of this marriage was Lucinda who married Henry Nipps and after his death she married Tom Boatright and Mahala who married "Dock" Boatright and Polly who married Henry Wiggins and Betsey who married Bill Manley. Tom Boatright and his wife went from Marion County Ark to Missouri in time of the Civil War and I was told that they both froze to death one bitter cold night. Henry Wiggins died in the cane bottom on White River a short distance above the mouth of Little North Fork during the war and was buried by women at the foot of the bluff and lies buried there in a lone grave. Three of Wiggin’s children Joe[,] Robert and Billings buried in the Asa Yocum grave yard opposite the Bull Bottom. Katie daughter of Buck Coker married Girard Leiper Brown who was killed on the Arkansas River. Their off springs were Tom, Alex, Robert, Becca, and Catherine. The latter married Tom Magness son of Joe Magness after the death of Magness she married Pew. C. Anderson and she died leaving little Tommy Anderson who was reared by his aunt Becca who lived at the mouth of Becca’s Branch on White River just below the mouth of Trimbles Creek. Little Tommy was a school mate of the writer in 1854. He died in 1867 and is buried in the grave yard opposite the Panther Bottom. Katie the widow of Girard Leiper Brown died [4] died in the same house that stood at the foot of the bluff as mentioned where her son Tom Brown died. Sallie another daughter of Buck Cokers married William Trimble in Alabama and they moved to White River in what is now Marion County Ark as early as 1814. The issue of this marriage were Dicy the oldest who married Jim Wood and after his death she married John Nave. I am reliably informed that one day during a continued spell of sickness she sank so low that the family supposed that life was extinct and they laid her out for dead but to their great joy she revived, and Mary Jane who married Abe Nave. She lies buried in the grave yard at the mouth of Bratten Spring Creek, and Allin who we have mentioned so often in these sketches else where will not be repeated here. Soon after William Trimble was killed on White River Mrs Sallie Trimble married Mike Yocum and the fruit of this marriage were Asa, Jake, Harve, William Mike and Sallie. Asa was the oldest and was born in 1819 and was killed during the Civil War and was buried in the cemetery on his old farm on White River opposite the Bull Bottom and 3 miles from Peel Ark. The place is known now as the Bill Treadway land. The grave yard is on a beautiful low ridge like formation of land between White River and a little shallow valley of a hollow and is just across from where the lane was from the old Asa Yocum dwelling, the house and lane of which has been done away with many years ago. Asa Yocum married Miss Eliza Denison, the fruit of this marriage were Mike, Sallie, John, Harve, Nancy and William. I remember that Sallie married John Piland in 1860 and lived on Little Creek in Ozark County, Mo and both died there during the war. Nancy married H. H. Perkins who served two terms as sheriff of Marion County, Ark. [5] A few years after the death of Asa Yocum his widow married Pew. C. Anderson. She is dead now: on the 7 of November 1907. I visited the grave yard at Peel Ark where she lies buried to read the inscription on her tomb stone which reads "Eliza Anderson Born September 9, 1822 died March 2, 1906. She died in her 85th year. Mrs Anderson is the oldest person that lies in that cemetery up to the present writing. The next oldest is Andrew J. Langford who was born September 22 1814 and died July 17, 1894. Refering to some more of Mike Yocums children again Sallie married Calvin Hogan, and William who was born January 12, 1829 and married Miss Nancy Keesee who was born November 11, 1834. They lived on White River in Marion County Ark. William died one day in May 1861 and lies buried in the Asa Yocum grave yard. His grave is boxed up and roofed with slabs of native stone. Jane, the oldest daughter of Buck Coker married Charley Sneed in 1824 which we have mentioned else where.	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo	Ainey (Turnbo Manuscripts) Thomas Brown Anderson (Turnbo Manuscripts) Thomas Boatright (Turnbo Manuscripts) Catherine Brown (Turnbo Manuscripts) Girard Leiper Brown (Turnbo Manuscripts) More Links
18	A Party of Southern Soldiers Refuse to Appropriate a Pair of Federal Gloves It was not common in Civil War days for a war party to refuse to appropriate any property be it little or big if it belonged to the enemy and they were in reach of it. The following account was furnished me by Dave Fee of Peel Ark who in war times was a soldier on the southern side and belonged to Capt Ben Ivey's company, Col Schnavels Battallion. "One day in the month of December 1864 after the Price raid into Missouri I and three other members of our Battallion were on a scouting expedition near Jonesburrough in Cross County Arkansas. Rations for our selves and forage for our horses was exceedingly scarce with us and near noon we began to look about for something to eat and feed for our almost exhausted animals. As we rode along on Crawleys Ridge we came to a house that had a fine prospect of furnishing us with food for our selves and corn for our jaded horses and we rode up to [2] the yard gate and halted and found that there was no one there except the lady of the house and some children. We ask the woman what the chance was to get our dinners and have our horses fed there. She replied very kindly that we could dismount and take our horses to the barn and feed them and that she would also prepare dinner for us and knowing that we were confederates she informed us that her husband was in the federal army and that two of her brothers belonged to the confederate army and that her desire was to treat both sides as nigh right as she was able to. She said that if a federal soldier came along and was hungry she divided her eatables with him and she did the same with the southern men she said she treated both sides alike or as near equal as she could. When we went to the barn we found plenty of corn to feed our horses and when she announced dinner we found plenty on the table and we fared sumptuously. When we had finished dining we ask the lady our bill and she said nothing and refused to have pay for [3] her trouble of preparing dinner for us and neither would she charge us anything for the corn we give our horses. After we had finished eating dinner we soldiers retired into the sitting room to rest and wait for our horses to get done eating before starting out again. On going into the room we saw a nice pair of buck-skin gloves lying on the mantle board. They were military gloves and belonged to the womans husband. We all stood in need of a pair of gloves but we could not afford to take this pair but we all tried them on our hands to see how they would look and fit our hands and then we laid them back on the mantle peice. If the woman had acted very cold toward us and told us that her two brothers belonged to the federal army too, there is no doubt but that the gloves would have went with us But as it was we could not stoop so low as to take them and went away with a kind feeling for her and her husband as well as for her brothers."	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Date: Dec 1864 Place: Marion Co, Arkansas, USA 36.3194702, -92.6983868	David Fee (Turnbo Manuscripts)
19	A Sad Scene at a Burial in the Dusk of the Evening The dividing ridge between the breaks of Lower Turkey Creek on the north and the McVey hollow and Cedar Creek on the south is known as the chain link mountains. The summit of these hills in places is narrow with sides steep and rough. As one passes along the crests of these hills low gaps and high mound like formations are seen. These chain link hills are timbered with black oak, post oak and black jack interspersed with glades and bald points. At one spot the gap in the chain is quite low with scattering post oak trees and numerous flat rocks which show just above the surface of the ground, As we stand in this gap and face southward we have a view of the small of valley Cedar Creek which empties into Big Creek. Beyond this is the distant hills south of White River. To the right is a high hill covered with timber which is a part of the chain links. To the left is a small spot of rough prairie which extends up to the timber that grows on another hill similar in shape to the one just refered to. To the north a short distance stands the noted Turkey Bald Knob. Further on is the hills of Turkey Creek and Little North Fork. There is a hollow [2] that runs into Turkey Creek that was known to the early settlers as White River hollow, which took its name from a trail that was made by the settlers in early times in passing from the settlements on Little North Fork to White River and from the latter stream to the former water course. The trail leads up this hollow and over this gap and down Cedar Creek to Big Creek and down this stream to the river. In the early days, the settlers used this pathway so frequently that it was kept beat out but at the present date it is but little used and is almost obliterated with time and lack of travel. At the present days there is a wagon way from Dugginsville to Lutie which leads up the slope of the hill 1/4 mile west of this gap. Dugginsville is on Cedar Creek one mile south of here. The gap we refer to is in Ozark County, Mo. Now let us go south of White River in Marion County, Ark. In a hollow that leads into Trimble Creek at the Bill Trimble place is a spring of water that runs out of the ground at the base of a hill near the Charley Hodge Place. This water is on the road leading from Peel to the mouth of Trimble Creek. This spring took its name from Allin Trimble who give it the name of "Mountain Spring" and was a great resort for men in war days. Now sets in our story. In the month of May 1863 a number of southern men assembled at this spring to go on a raid into Ozark County. Their leader [3] was Bill Cain who lived on Jimmies Creek. I am told that there were 30 men who were armed and equipped sufficiently to put up a good fight with the enemy of equal numbers. They were all mounted and when they were ready for the start they marched to the river and forded it and after passing Big Creek they struck through the rough hills and went to Pond Fork and a cross the ridge to North Fork and up this stream to the mouth of Little Creek. A company of mounted federals troops were temporarily stationed on Beaver Creek in Douglas County. These men were in charge of Capt Bill Piland with Lieut Bill Evans as second in command. It took only a few hours for the union soldiers to get word of the approach of the confederates and Piland hurried off with his men which were 26 in number to find out what the southern fellows were up to. After the Southerners had rode around a while on Little Creek they decided to go back to White River and traveled the most of the night. On reaching the ford of Little North Fork just above the mouth of Pond Fork they halted to rest before the break of day. After resting a while they resumed the march and traveled down the creek to the mouth of Turkey Creek and turned and went up this stream to the Mud Spring. By this time the sun was an hour or more high. The morning was clear with a heavy dew. After leaving [4] Turkey Creek they followed the trail that leads up White River hollow to the gap in the chain links that we mentioned at the beginning of this account. By this time the confederates were tired and their horses were jaded and hungry and they halted in the low gap to rest in the shade of the trees and let their horses graze. The officer in charge was careless and negligent and failed to post videts to be on the look out for the enemy. They were not expecting the enemy to over haul them and would rest awhile and travel on at their leisure. But they all paid dearly for their idleness. The men turned their horses loose to fill them selves on the luxuriant growth of grass and they scattered in every direction. Part of the men lay down on the grass. Others rested at the foot of the trees. One man read a newspaper that had fell into their hands while on Little North Fork and some of the men were giving eager attention to the reading. They were loose in discipline or they would have been vigilant and watchful to the highest degree for the approach of the federals. They made a sad mistake in not doing this. In the mean time the company of union cavalry hurried to meet the southern fellows and when they reached Little Creek they found they were gone back to ward White River by disappearing down North Fork and they made haste to pursue them, by some means the union men learned that the southern men had halted on the creek to camp late in the night and they layed a trap [5] for the unsuspecting southerners, but they never caught them. When the Federals had reached the mouth of Turkey Creek it was sunrise and the trail of the Confederates were easily followed up Turkey Creek and up White River hollow on account of the heavy dew and the tracks the horses made. The officers in command of the squad of federals were cautious and kept two men in advance of them and when these two men approached in sight of the gap they heard the southern men laughing and talking, carefully and cautiously they went a little closer where they got a glancing view of their position and condition without being observed. It was a grand moment to make a dash and charge and the two videts turned and went back to their command and made their report. Capt Piland ordered his men to dismount and after making a detail of two or three men to look after the horses he advanced with the remainder of his men in a slow and cautious manner up the hollow a short distance then leaving the trail and turned to the left and went on until they reached the glade in view of the confederates and halted and fired on them. We have said that the southern men were very negligent in their duty and we will say now that the federals were certainly wild with excitement. I am told that they fired 100 shots more or less from their guns and pistols without killing or wounding a man while the Confederates were in the gap. With the exception [6] of a hole shot in the top of Harve Yocums hat not a man was touched. When the volley was fired by the soldiers in blue it was a surprise to those in grey. The noise of the out burst of small arms and the whistling of the bullets that struck the rocks and ground near the men created a panic and a route. They left their guns and made a wild rush for safety. A few of the Confederates made for their horses and succeeded in mounting them and went off on a wild race over the rough stony ground. I am told that John Copelin darted for his horse and got a stride of him while the animal was trotting and galloped away under a heavy fire but not a ball touched him. This shows that the federals were as poor marksmen as the Southern force were slack in being slipped up on. As the southern men scattered in their exciting rush to escape, the federals did like wise in pursueing them. Asa Yocum ran down the hill into the head of Cedar Creek pursued by the second officer in command of the federals. When Mr Yocum had run 250 yards his strength was exhausted and he stopped under a post oak tree to surrender and handed the officer his pistol breech foremost which the man took and raised it and pointed the muzzle of the pistol at Yocums head and shot him just over the left eye. I am told that Mr Yocum struggled in the agony of death a half an hour before his final moments came. The federals captured 19 head of horses with their equipments [7] and a number of guns and pistols. They also captured 5 prisoners the names of which were Jim Friend son of Peter Friend, John Carroll, son of Tom Carroll, Mike Yocum son of Mike Yocum and brother of Asa Yocum, Bob Mitchell and Jerry Davis the last named died in a northern prison. Asa Yocum had a number of friends among the federals and when they found that he was killed they regretted it. I was told by a southern man that was with them at the time that while they were coming down North Fork below the mouth of Little Creek they stopped at the residence of Sam and Joe Piland. Joe was sick and was at home on furlough and in bed. Some of the southern men threatened to kill them both but Asa Yocum interfered and begged for their lives and they were not hurt. As usual in war when a man is killed by the enemy his body is left where it falls so it was in Mr Yocums case. The body was left lying in the grass in the shade of the post oak tree where he gave up his life. But some of the man were kind enough to tie a handkerchief to a limb of the post oak tree that hung over the body to direct the family and other friends where the body lay. The southern men did not know Mr Yocum was killed and when some of the confederates who were running at the top of their speed heard the report of the pistol they knew it was Yocums but they supposed he had shot a federal. But when the most of the retreating men had reached the [8] river and their old friend had not made his appearance they were convinced that he was killed. On the following day after the Southerners were attacked, Harve Yocum brother of Asa Yocum, Bob Davis, John Copelin and Tomps Copelin returned to the scene of the attack and made a search for him and Harve Yocum discovered the dead body of his brother lying under the bows of the post oak tree as mentioned. Yocum and Tomps Copelin remained with the body and Bob Davis and John Copelin went back to the Asa Yocum farm to notify Asa's wife and children where the body was discovered and Mrs Yocum dispatched a messenger with a blanket to put over the remains to shield them from the flys as much as possible. Mrs Eliza Yocum the bereaved woman in company with Mrs Nancy Yocum widow of Bill Yocum, "Tine" Copelin wife of John Copelin and Zinnie Copelin wife of Tomps Copelin and Jim Copelin son of Tomps Copelin, and Lindie Friend daughter of Peter Friend and Paton Bevins started with a cart drawn by a yoke of cattle which were guided by Jim Copelin to bring the body of her dead husband home. It was a trying time. This awful war brought death and destruction in every direction where its influence reached, and the poor women and children under went sore trials, tearful eyes and despairing hearts but it was war and they were [9] forced to abide by its results. Mr Yocum was shot near 9 oclock in the morning and his body was found near 24 hours after his death and by the time they arrived on the scene of death with the oxcart it was in an advanced state of decomposition and very difficult to handle. They taken the body down Cedar Creek to its mouth then down Big Creek to the river where they crossed it at the Poll Clark ford and arrived at home with the body at sun set. They were unable to take off the bloody clothes and put on better ones or take his boots even but were compelled to bury the remains as they were brought home. A grave had been dug and a rough coffin had been prepared. The scene of the burial in the dusk of the evening as the dead mans wife and children and other friends as they collected around the coffin to pay their last respects to the dead here on earth was weired tearful and piteous. The body received interment in the cemetery near the dead mans residence. One beautiful day in September as I stood in the low gap where the encounter took place between the two war parties I thought of the dark shadow that enveloped the hills and valleys of Ozark County at that time and I thanked God that the days of blood and death of Civil War is gone and God grant that it may be gone forever and that ties of friendship and love between the people of both sections of our great United States may grow closer together as time passes on.	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Date: May 1863 Place: Marion Co, Arkansas, USA 36.3194702, -92.6983868	Elizabeth Denison (Turnbo Manuscripts) Asa Yocham (Turnbo Manuscripts) Harvey Yocham (Turnbo Manuscripts) Michael Dekalb Yocham (Turnbo Manuscripts)
20	A Wild Bear and Two Boys Drink Water Together Mrs. Sally Anderson wife of Arch Anderson, told some interesting reminiscences regarding life here in the early history of upper White River which include the customs and manners of the settlers and thrilling scenes and adventures with wild beast. She said that there were so many strange things and curious incidents occurred that if they had all been collected together and printed it would have been entertaining reading matter. Mrs. Andersons maiden name was Miller. At the age of 15 she married Gid Brown, who was 15 years her senior. They lived a few years at the mouth of Buffalo, then went up to Little North Fork and were living there when Brown was killed on the right-hand fork of Big Creek by a peddler in 1839. Shortly after Browns death, the widow married Ben Risley and they lived a number of years near the present site of Theodosia. After the death of Risley she married Arch Anderson and lived many years on the Pine Flat near Dodd City, _Ark. Here, among the majestic pine trees, Uncle Arch and Aunt Sally passed many happy hours together. Their kind hearts and steadfast friendship for neighbors made them many friends, but the old pioneers had to part as others had done before them, for the angel [2] of death visited their humble home and took away Aunt Sally, it was hard for Uncle Arch to have to give up his dear old companion but yield he must and he resigned himself to the great power above who loves the ones that love him. The parting was sad indeed, she wanted her mortal remains to rest in the cemetery opposite the Panther Bottom and the mourning family and friends followed the hearse from its residence to White River where she was laid to rest according to her request, her death occurred in 1884. Miss Catherine Risley daughter of Mrs. Anderson was born on Little North Fork in 1843. She gives an account as told by her mother about two little boys meeting a bear one day under peculiar circumstances. Miss Catherine said she had heard her mother speak of the incident repeatedly when she was a little girl and when she was grown. And this is the way she related it. "A bout the year 1810 my grandparents whose names were Miller settled in the vicinity of mouth of Buffalo. A family named Brown had preceded them there and both families lived near neighbors. Mr. Brown and his wife had two small boys named Lewis and Gid. There were no mills there then nor any inducements to build any. The settlers brought their necessary supplies from Batesville which was the nearest trading post. The manner of transportation was in canoes or on pack horses. These supplies consisted of corn, coffe, and salt. The corn was pounded in mortars [3] and converted into bread. Plenty of meat and honey were obtained from the forest. Before any land was put in cultivation the settlers were often compelled to do without bread for weeks at a time before they could procure another supply. Some used dried venison as a substitute for bread till corn could be obtained. The boys just mentioned usually wore garbs prepared from bear skins. It was arranged so that one hide answered for coat, pants and cap. When dressed in this strange raiment the boys much resembled cub bears. Brown lived in a cabin which stood on the bank of the river and when the water was low these merry children would play and frolic on the gravel bar. It was just the spot for little boys to while a way their time, running and romping together. In the fall of the year when the weather admitted they passed many happy hours here. When they wearied of play they would pick up muscle shells and curious shaped pebbles. One day when they were some distance from the house they had become weary of running races on the bar and sit down to rest near the bank. They were both thirsty for water and after resting a few minutes they rose and ran to the river and lay down to drink at the edge of the water. They were only a few feet apart [4] and before either one had quenched his thirst they heard some thing approach. With out rising each turned his head and was horrified to see a full grown bear with in a few yards of them coming right up to where they lay. Though it was a critical moment, yet the boys did not jump to their feet nor scream but they whispered to each other to lay perfectly quiet which they did. Bruin walked up between them and putting his nose down to the water smelled twice then proceeded to drink his fill. After raising his head he stood and looked at first one boy and then the other for a minute or more. Then he smelled over one and the other until it seemed his curiosity was satisfied. To say that the boys were scared is putting it mildly but however they managed to control themselves and act the possum until Bruin turned around slowly and walked back across the bar the way he come. As he was leaving the boys watched him until he passed from view, then leaping up they both sped for the house and told their mother of their adventure. Their mother informed them that they both looked so much like bears that when the bear saw them he took them for cubs and took the occasion to show his familiarity. This same Gid Brown, one of the little boys, was my mothers first husband and she learned the story from him," said Miss Catherine Risley.	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo	Archibald Anderson (Turnbo Manuscripts) Gideon Brown (Turnbo Manuscripts) Sarah Miller (Turnbo Manuscripts) Benjamin Franklin Risley (Turnbo Manuscripts) Catherine Risley (Turnbo Manuscripts)
21	A Woman's Dress Saturated with the Blood of her Dead Husband The sickening details of the killing of two men during the turbulent days of the Civil War was given me by Mr. Ewing Hogan son of Joe Hogan who was one of the earliest settlers on White River near where the village of Oakland Marion County, [Arkansas] now stands. Mr. Hogan was only a little boy when the clash between the north and south occurred. In giving the account of the death of the two men he said that their names were Jim Elliot and Bill McClure and they were shot and killed in the field just below the mouth of Little North Fork and Gooleys Spring Creek, but the land where they were shot to death on was not in cultivation then but was cleared up after the war. The exact spot where they were killed was near 200 yards from where the John Due Ferry is or east of the ferry boat landing on the left bank. "I saw both the bodies in a half an hour after they were shot and they were the first dead men I ever saw that had been shot to death. Mr. Elliots wifes name was Delila. Two negro boys named Isom and Jack that belonged to Jake Yocum assisted Mrs. Becea Yocum wife of Harve Yocum and other women to take the bodies across the river and give them interment [2] in the grave yard on the Jake and Harve Yocum farm. Mr. Elliots wife helped to carry the bleeding form of her dead husband to the river where the ferry boat landing is now and after the dead men were conveyed across the river she did all she could to assist them in carrying them both to the grave yard where a grave was dug and the bodies were put in an ordinary box together and lowered into the grave and the dirt filled in and a new mound of dirt made to show where two more victims of the war were laid to rest. I well remember" continued Mr. Hogan "that Mrs. Elliots dress was besmeared with blood that had drained from the bullet wound on her husbands body while she was assisting to carry it. This was only one among the awful incidents of murder and strife along White River in the angry days of war" said Mr. Hogan as he ended this sad account.	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Place: Marion Co, Arkansas, USA 36.3194702, -92.6983868	Rebecca Brown (Turnbo Manuscripts)
22	Administrator's Bond for the Estate of E. W. Chappelle Louin Chappelle, son of deceased was the principal. Surities included Sam Humphreys, G.W. Lane, J. S. Mebane, Wm. Thomas Meband, and C. C. Graham in the amount of $24,000, this bond was dated 31 Jul 1868. "the said Louin Chappelle he shall well and truly administor according to law and pay the debts of the deceased as far as his assets will extend...." Signed by Louis Chappell, G W Lane, Sam Humphreys, J S Meband, Wm Thos Mebane, and C.C. Graham.	Owner of original: Cross County Clerk's office Date: 31 Jul 1868 Place: Cross County, Arkansas 35.2998913, -90.82940020000001	Elisha Louin Chappelle (Bond) Dr. Elisha Waugh Chappelle (Probate)
23	Amnesty Oath to the United States of America On 4 Jun 1965, John M. Fee signed an amnesty oath claiming he was a rebel deserter 16 years of age, a private in Ivy's Company of Schnables Regiment, planned to reside in Marion County, Arkansas and follow the occupation of farming.	Owner of original: National Archives Records Administration Date: 1865 Place: Bellville, Yell Co, Arkansas 35.0931455, -93.4485201	John Mason Fee (Oath)
24	Among the Schools and School Children in the Pioneer Days Among the schools and school children in the Pioneer Days. In relating accounts of the first schools taught on White River in Marion County [Arkansas]. Mr. Mike Yocum son of Asa Yocum tells of 3 schools taught on his fathers old farm on White River in Franklin Township. In the latter fifties said Mr. Yocum, my father and my uncle Bill Yocum Peter Friend and others built a small log house between our residence and the foot of the hill for school and church purposes and after the house was completed they employed doctor Every Milton to teach a three months subscription school in it and after the school was out Tom Carroll taught a school in this same house and the next year after this Mr. Carroll taught a school in the Tom Boatright house which stood in our field above where my father and the neighbors built the school house. Among some of the children who was sent to the three schools named were myself, brother John and my sister Sally Yocum and Jake and Minnie Yocum who were children of my uncle Bill and Aunt Nancy Yocum who lived at the mouth of Long Bottom Creek and 7 of Peter Friend’s children whose names were Jimmie, Elisha, Jake, Alex, Molinda, Mary and Eda, and three of Wagoner Bill Coker’s children the names of which were Lucinda, Winnie and Reggie."	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo	Lucinda D. Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) Regina Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) Winnie Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) Alexander Friend (Turnbo Manuscripts) Edith Friend (Turnbo Manuscripts) More Links
25	An Early Pioneer One of the pioneer settlers of Marion County Ark. was John. H. Tabor who died several years ago. Mr Tabor was a son of Elijah and Sarah (Green) Tabor and was born in Rutherford County North Carolina December the 11th 1809. He came with his parents to the mouth of Big North Fork on White River in 1826. They and others pushed a keel boat all the way up White River. His parents died many years ago and both lie buried on East Sugarloaf Creek on what was once known as the Coker’s land. "The year I came to mouth of Big North Fork" said. Mr Tabor, "I made a crop with Jack Hurst and “Snappin” Bill Woods on the river near the mouth of Big North Fork. In 1830 I made a crop where Buffalo City now stands just above the mouth of Buffalo. I remember that soon after our arrival at the mouth of Big North Fork in 1826 a band of Indians came there one day with several elk, heads and horns. The length of the horns were astonishing for by standing them on the points a man of ordinary height could pass under the heads without stooping. There were plenty of Buffalo along White River then, and great numbers of buffalo bones and horns were found all over the country. I have lived at various places in Marion County until I took up my final location on Crooked Creek some two miles below Powell. I bought this claim from an Indian of the name of Little Pumpkin in 1836. This Indian had settled this land two years previous. I built a small log cabin on [2] the claim during the same year I bought it. Some three or fore years there after I built another log house near a fine spring of water on this same land and removed the cabin that I built in 1836 and attached it to this last house and the logs are in a good state of preservation to the present day. I got acquainted with Doctor Cowdrey in 1829 and he was living in Batesville then. I recollect when Dearmond shot and wounded John P. Houston brother to the governor Sam Houston of Texas fame, a runner was sent to Batesville for doctor Cowdry end he came and attended on Houston until he recovered from the wound. Houston was at the mouth of Big North Fork when he and Dearmond got into trouble and was shot. Doctor Cowdry was the only physician then on White River and came to Yellville in 1835. Cowdry was one among the well educated and was a skillful physician and surgeon. Shortly after I came up White River I married Betsey Magness daughter of Jimmie Magness." In refering to the grave yard which is situated in the forks of Crooked and Clear Creeks, Mr Tabor said that the dead bodies of some Indians were the first people buried there. "These Indians were put away decently by being dressed in new calico that was bought from traders. The dead bodies were ornamented with pretty shells beads and rings. One night these graves were desecrated by grave robbers. The dead were taken out of the graves and stripped of their shrouds and ornaments. The Indians who lived on Crooked Creek lamented bitterly at the dastardly crime which they charged to two white men named Mose Mecks and Jerry Mecks. The first white person buried here was the dead body of a white man named John Wood."" said Mr Tabor. [3] Going on with the account of the history of this grave yard Mr Tabor mentioned that Jimmie Magness his father in law is buried here “and also Betsey my first wife and a brother of hers whose given name was Jim lies buried here. Hugh Magness once the popular merchant at Powell and son of Joe Magness rests in this same cemetery." Mr Tabor died on his old farm June the 26 1902 in his 93erd year. He had been living on this land 66 years and in Marion County, Ark. 76 years. He was buried in the grave yard in the forks of Crooked and Clear Creeks near where he resided so long.	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo	Sarah Green (Turnbo Manuscripts) Elizabeth Magness (Turnbo Manuscripts) Hugh Magness (Turnbo Manuscripts) James Washington Magness, Sr. (Turnbo Manuscripts) Elijah Tabor (Turnbo Manuscripts) More Links
26	An Entertaining Time with a Panther Among accounts of early times in Marion County, Ark. is this one which was told me by Ben. M. Estes son of John Estes, and which relates to the killing of a panther. Mr. Estes said that in 1852, when he was eight years old, his father purchased a tract of land in the Cowan Barrens from Henry Stephens. "This land," said Mr Estes "lies on what is now the Rush Creek wagon road. After we moved to this land my father raised two vicious cur dogs we called Dick and Scott they proved to be excellent watch dogs but Dick was the fiercest of the two. John. W. Methvin who lived in one half a mile of our house requested I and my brother Jim Estes who died near Yellville a few years ago to come to his house with our dogs at night and go hunting with him. This was in the after noon and we promised to go as Mr Methvin wished. It was late before we left home and when we reached Methvins house he had waited for us until he had got tired and he and family had retired to bed. But just before arriving at the house the dogs chased some thing from the road side that we supposed was a fox and when I and Jim got into Mr Methvins house Methvin arose out of bed to replenish the fire for the weather was cold.” "But," says he, "Ben those dogs are chasing that animal whatever it is very nice you stay at the house and make on a good [2] fire and I and Jim will follow the dogs and kill the fox if it is one. Jim was older than myself and I consented to remain at the house and Jim and Mr Methvin started. It was not long before the dogs treed it but when my brother and Methvin advanced up near the tree it leaped out to the ground and after a short chase it went up another tree. This was repeated several times but the night was too dark to ascertain what sort of beast it was but by this time they were convinced that it was not a fox. Perhaps it was a catamount. After a while the animal got tired of jumping out of trees so often and the last tree it climbed up it seemed to conclude that it would stay there awhile, and Jim and Methvin remained there with the dogs until day break and when it was light enough to identify the animal they found that it was a panther and they threw stones at it and made it jump to the ground and the dogs caught it before it could make its escape and the result was a bloody fight between it and the dogs while the combat was going on Methvin went up to where the dogs and panther were fighting and tried to hit the panther on the head with the axe but just before he got in reach of it the beast tore loose from the dogs and sprang up another tree. They were now two miles from Mr Methvins and having no gun with them Methvin told Jim if he would stay with the dogs and try to prevent the panther from leaping to the ground he would return home and [3] Bring the gun and shoot it. Jim agreed to stay and during the time Methvin was absent the panther grew restless and saucy and threatened to spring on him. The animal would descend the tree part of the way down and stop on a limb and pat its feet and sway its tail and Jim would knock on the tree with the axe to jar it which would scare the beast and cause it to go back up the tree again. Jim got tired doing this and was glad to see Methvin come back with his gun and shot it. After the panther fell and was dead they stretched it on the ground and cut down a small sapling for a pole and measured the length of the beast on the pole and cut it off exactly the length of the animal and then they took the panthers hide off of it and carried the hide and pole with them and on arriving at Methvins they measured the length of the pole and found it to be a few inches more than 9 feet long which was the length of the panther," said Mr Estes. Referring to John W. Methvin again the writer remembers him well. He was Circuit Clerk of Marion County when the war broke out and in 1862 he enlisted in the same regiment the writer and Ben Estes belonged to. At first he was a lieutenant and was promoted to the rank of Major but he and a few other members of the regiment were captured in the Tolbert Barrens in Baxter County Ark. on the 15th of October 1862. Major Methvin was sent as a prisoner of war to Rolla Mo. where he sickened and died. In his death the Confederate army lost a true and brave soldier and Arkansas a noble citizen.	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Place: Marion Co, Arkansas, USA 36.3194702, -92.6983868	Benjamin Mason Estes (Turnbo Manuscripts) John Milton Estes (Turnbo Manuscripts) John Woodard Methvin (Turnbo Manuscripts)
27	An Incident of the Great Rise in White River in 1824 Seeing the old settled farms along White River calls to mind the names and residences of old time people and incidents that have transpired in the long ago. Our thoughts revert back to the time when the transparent waters of White River afforded hundreds and thousands of the finny tribe and herds of deer subsisted on the tender herbage and the howling wolf prowled around in quest of prey, and the fat bear shambled along through the cane brakes and the panther made night with its piercing screams. Wild beasts of all kinds that were natives of the Ozark hills were met with frequently. Seeing wild animals were so common with the early settlers that they were not looked on as any thing remarkable. The early day people are nearly all gone and so is the ferocious wild [2] beast pretty near all gone now. Instead of seeing big game roaming through the forest and the ancient hunter with his old fashioned rifle and hunting dog following him, we notice that the river bottoms are converted into productive farms and here and there or on a hill we observe a little town or village. Church and school buildings are found all over the country. This is a wonderful change from the scattering settlements of the pioneer days. Though while the modern settlers of the White River Valley are making some strides in building up the country and railroads are being constructed through these hilly regions, erecting telegraph lines, and the telephone is being established all through the country and villages towns and cities are springing into existence in many quarters, yet we must not forget the pioneer settler who visited the beautiful White River and made the first move in ridding the country of wild beast and building their cabins in the gloomy shade of the forest where [3] there was a cool spring of sparkling water. Just below the river bottom known as the Jake Nave Bend in Boone County Ark. is a tall bluff where a precipice reaches high up to the summit. Here one day recently I had a fine view of scenery along White River for several miles which includes a birds eye view of the Nave Bend. At the lower end of this bottom is where Buck Coker pitched his tent January 8, 1815. Here on the bank of the river he and family sheltered in this tent which stood in the midst of tall cane until he could build a small cabin to protect them from the cold wintry blast. In the course of a few years Cokers wife sickened and died and she was buried near by where the dwelling stood. This was the start for a grave yard there which we have referred to so often in other sketches. Among the old time residents who lies in this village of the dead is Billy [4] Holt and his kind and industrious wife Mary L. Or Aunt Polly Holt as she was commonly known. Here also lies their daughter Peggie wife of "River" Bill Coker, and their unmarried daughter Mary Ann. Here also lies Mary Coker Nave daughter of Ned Coker and the first wife of Jake Nave, and also Aunt Winnie wife of Ned Coker. This land is known now as the Dave McCord Farm. A short distance above this land at a fine spring of water is where Jake Nave lived and died and lies buried in the cemetery at Protem. Just below where Buck Coker lived is the mouth of Pine Hollow at the head of which is a small pinery where Ned Coker and "River" Bill Coker had their negro men to fell pine trees and cut off loge of the desired length and haul them to the river at the mouth of this hollow with ox teams where the logs were made [5] into rafts and floated down the river to Mike Yocums saw Mill in the mouth of Little North Fork where the logs were converted into lumber, and the negroes hauled it back home on ox wagons. The remarkable rise in White River in September 1824 was probably the greatest flood in this stream during the 19th century. The torrential rain storms that produced this freshet were so frequent that the hunters were driven from the forest and sought shelter in their cabins. Allin Trimble son of Bill Trimble said that he was 9 years old when this high water swept over the bottoms. At the time of its occurrence he was living with his grandfather Buck Coker. Also two other grand sons were staying with him at the time. These were "Prairie" Bill and Herrod Coker, sons of Joe Coker. Jesse Yocum [6] son in law of Cokers was also there and when the waters began to threaten to reach the top of the bank Coker sent them all to higher ground, but Coker himself refused to go with them. The family thinking he would be willing to vacate the house when the water rose higher rested easy about him until the waters surrounded the cabin. There was no canoe available but Jess Yocum owned a fine horse he called Paddy that was a renowned swimmer. They owned other horses but Paddy was the best swimmer in the bunch. As the raging flood of water spread over the bottom Yocum swam his horse twice to the Coker dwelling and back to try to induce his father in law to leave the house but he declined. The river continued to rise rapidly and was becoming deeper every hour between the house and the hill. The family were alarmed for the safety of him [7] and his son in law made the third trip back to the cabin to make a last effort to persuade Mr. Coker to vacate the dwelling. The raging waters had rose to the level of the floor. Driftwood was riding over the cane and lodging against the trees in the bottom. This last trip for Yocum and his faithful animal was hazardous for the current was growing swifter and deeper. When Yocum reached the house he informed his obstinate father in law that this was his last trip to try to rescue him for the current was getting to be too swift and deep to make an attempt to come back again and if he intended to leave the house at all now was the time and the old man looked at his son in law as he sat on his beautiful but wearied horse as he stood in the water over knee deep. He seemed to admire the man and appreciated his untiring energy [8] in braving the strong and muddy current in an effort to save his life, then he cast his eyes over the great expanse of seething and foaming water that was spreading from hill to hill and then glancing his eyes once more toward his son in law he gave his consent to go and Yocum took him up behind him and reining the horses head around toward camp the horse started with his double weight and was soon in deep water but the true and ever faithful horse carried both men safely to shore. The highest stage of water reached the door head of the cabin before the flood began to subside. The family used graters to make meal for bread and after the great tide of water had spread over the field where there was a small crop of corn Mr. Cokers plucky grandsons "Prairie" Bill and his brother Herrod would ride their [9] horses into the water where the corn was and gather the ears of corn to grate. It was interesting and certainly dangerous work for the boys to swim their horses around over the field and reach down into the water and feel for the corn and pull it off of the stock." Buck Coker lived in this bottom until after the big freshet in May 1844 when he went to West Sugar Loaf Creek where he died in 1855 at the extreme age of nearly 100 years. It is said that a year or more before his death he selected a spot of ground on the old Charles Coker farm for the burial of his body and his remains were the first interment in this small grave yard. According to accounts the big freshet in the river in May 1844 did not cover the bottom land where Buck Coker lived as deep as that of 1824.	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Date: 1824	Edward Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) Herrod Hardin Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) William Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) William Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) William T. Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) More Links
28	Angry Rattlers "During the autumn of 1858" said Mr R. M. Jones, "while I was hauling a barrel of water on an old wagon drawn by a yoke of steers I met an enraged rattle snake at the stock pond of water where Almus Clark now lives in the south east part of Taney County, [Missouri]. But there was no settle ment at this pond then. My father lived on the next flat just west of this pond and I was hauling water there. I first heard the reptile singing when I was in 80 yards of it and when I got up close to the rattler it appeared to be very irritable and angry and leaped up which it repeated again and again clearing a few feet at each jump. I halted my oxen and began throwing stones at it which increased its rage and it tried to fight me. But I did not allow it to get in reach of me. I continued to throw stones at it until I hit it with one and disabled it and then I killed it with a club". A similar story to the fore going was told me by John Yocum son of Asa Yocum. [2] In giving the account he said that one day when he was a young lad he and Jim Friend son of Peter Friend who was also a small boy while passing along the road in the river bottom opposite the Bull Bottom they met Tom Terry’s big male brute which was in an ill humor and he charged at them and we run to the fence and lit over into the feild which belonged to my Uncle Bill Yocum and the bull passed on and I and Jim crossed the fence back over in to the road again and went on and as we passed on and only a short distance from the bull met us we walked up in 6 feet of a monster rattle snake before we saw it which was lying in a coil between two spurs of the roots of a big water oak tree that stood at the side of the road. To our surprise the reptile sprang at us and struck the ground almost at our feet before we could leap back from it. We rushed out of its way before it could draw its head back and strike. We were both scared worse than when the bull ran at us and Jim ran to a red bud tree which stood 15 paces away and went up it like a squirrel. A slippery elm stood ten paces further on that the bark had been peeled off and I made for it and climbed up it. The trunk of the elm was slick and when I had got a few [3] feet above the ground near 8 feet I could not climbed up it any further and held on with main strength to keep from slipping back down to the ground. The angered serpent followed us and crawled passed the red bud that Jim was up and come to the elm that I was up and stopped at the foot of it and began to sing. It remained here 3 or 4 minutes when it left my tree and went back to the road and crawled off. When the snake got to the road I slid down to the ground and climb up a white hickory and stayed up it until we both were pretty sure the snake was entirely gone before we ventured down to the ground and ran on," said Mr Yocum. The writer will say here that this land is where Bill Yocum lived before the stormy days of Civil War and is just above the mouth of Long Bottom Hollow one prong of which has its source at Peel Arkansas.	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Date: 1858 Place: Marion Co, Arkansas, USA 36.3194702, -92.6983868	John Yocham (Turnbo Manuscripts)
29	Appraisal of Personal Estate of Edward Murphey The estate was appraised on June 2, 1800, and had the following items listed: two bedsteads and cords [2.00], a "drawenknife [.75]," plow and irons [3.00], 2 iron wedges [1.00], an ax [.83], mattock [.75], 2 hoes [1.00], auger, hand saw, and chisel [1.25], 3 iron pots and hooks [3.75], a hatchel [1.00], a stock lock without a key [.75], 2 pails and buckets [.75], a box of iron and lamp [.25], 1 jug [.15], 1 chest [.33], 1 saddle and bridle [3.33], 2 hammers and nippers [.50], 1 chair [.25], 1 pair of shears [.21], a frying pan, ladle, candle, and candlestick [1.25], 2 pewter dishes and 2 "beasons" [6.00], 10 pewter plates and 10 spoons [4.00], tins and old knives [.33], 1 half bushel [.25], 3 bags [2.00], 1 1/2 yards of thick cloth [1.25], 1 old bag [.50], 4 sticks of "Brazel" wood [1.75], a smooth bore gun [2.00], 2 pair chains and hem back bands & 1 blind bridle [3.33], 1 trunk [.83], 1 bed and furniture [13.00], 1 churn cag and coppress [.33], candle molds [.25], shoe leather [1.50], 1 tub and tray [.50], 1 bed and furniture [14.00], the furling mill and utensils [50.00], 1 dresser [1.00], 1 iron harrow, log chain, and shovel plow [5.00], sorrel mare [50.00], 1 matlock how and pot rack [2.75], 1 cutting box and knife [2.00], and 1 pitchfork [.21]. Appraised by James Finley, Daniel Wiseley, William Phipps, William Finley. The total amount was $184.38 Reported to the Wythe County Court on the 14 Apr 1802.This Inventory and appraisment of the estate of Edward Murphy, deceased being returned is Ordered to be recorded. Teste Robert Crockett, Clerk.	Owner of original: Wythe County, VA Court Clerk's Office Date: 14 Apr 1802 Place: Wythe Co, Virginia 36.9484414, -81.0848477	Edward Murphy (Probate)
30	Battle and Siege of Port Hudson, Louisiana, May 22 – July 9, 1863. Description of the battle and siege at Port Hudson, Louisiana, which was the final engagement in the Union campaign to recapture the Mississippi in the Civil War.	Owner of original: Rita Foster Wallace Date: 2016	Simeon Castleberry Foster (Military)
31	Before Lead Hill was a Town Yellville Bill Coker built the first dwelling house and the first store house and sold the first goods where Lead Hill Boone County, Ark. now is. When the town first started up it was called Center Point this was in 1868. Yellville Bill Coker married Miss Mary Trimble daughter of Allin Trimble in 1862. After the death of Mr Coker his widow married James King son of old Uncle Boby King. Mrs King died at Harrison Arkansas October 9th 1906 and is buried in the cemetery there. She was born on her fathers old home place on the right bank of White River in Franklin Township Marion County Ark. May 15, 1846. Bill Coker her first husband received interment in the Lead Hill Cemetery. A number of years before the town of Lead Hill had a beginning, Mrs Ainey Coker Indian wife of Joe Coker lived in a log cabin on the Marion [2] Wilmoth land. Cherokee Joe Coker lived in a small cabin near the Big Spring below where Lead Hill is but after this Joe built a better house of hewed pine logs that he hauled from the Pineries. Mr R. S. Holt who was born in Cannon County Tennessee March, 25 1832, and has lived on White River and near it since 1839 gives me the following account of going to school one term where Lead Hill now is several years before the breaking out of the civil war. The school was taught by a man of the name of Rumsey in a small log hut which stood on the north side of the hollow where the Kelly Spring is and we used water out of this spring. The teacher was from Saint Louis Missouri I remember that the teacher got drunk before he received his pay for teaching the school and when he was able to travel he went back to Saint Louis and never come back any more, being ashamed to return back to face his students after getting dog [3] drunk, he sent word for those oweing him to send him his pay which they did. Mr Holt said that among the other students who attended this school were Betty and Jane McCord sisters of Dave McCord, Tom Stallings and his sister Sarah Stallings and Bill Flippo. Also Jim and Mich Coker sons of "Prairie" Bill Coker and little Jim Coker son of Cherokee Joe Coker, and Mary Ann Coker daughter of Joe Coker and his Indian wife Mrs Ainey Coker, two other sons of Joe Coker also went to this school whose given names were Dan and Henderson. Dan Coker was afterward a famed violinist.”	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Place: Lead Hill, Boone Co, Arkansas 36.419704, -92.91419789999999	Ainey (Turnbo Manuscripts) Daniel G. Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) Henderson Lafferty Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) Rev James Alexander Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) James Monroe Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) More Links
32	Bible Family Record of James Erwin Crauswell and his wife, Martha Jane Foster. The bible contains birth and marriage records from James & Martha and their children.	Owner of original: unknown Date: unknown	D. Edwin Crauswell (Birth) James Erwin Crauswell (Birth) John Osborn Crauswell (Birth) L. G. Crauswell (Birth) Laura Thomas Crauswell (Birth) More Links
33	Bible of Harold Edward Foster Dad was given this bible at Christmas 1940 by his father. He carried it with him when he was in the Army overseas fighting during World War II. It gave him comfort and saw him safely home.	Owner of original: Cynthia Lee Foster Serio Date: 1940	Harold Edward Foster, Sr. (Religion)
34	Bible of Henry Osborn Smith. Contains the births and deaths of Henry, his wife, Deborah Jones and their children.	Owner of original: Henry Lamar Smith Date: unknown	Benjamin Franklin Smith (Birth) Dock Smith (Birth) Henry Osborn Smith (Birth) James Henry Smith (Birth) Jefferson David Smith (Birth) More Links
35	Bible of Jesse Harrison Foster Jesse's youngest son, Harold, told his daughter Rita that his father kept both his bible and his father, Simeon Castleberry Foster's bible in an old trunk in the front room of their home. And he was warned never to get it out unless his Dad requested him to do so. The bible passed from Jesse to his son, Guy Foster. On a visit in 1981, Guy gave the bible to his niece, Rita Foster Wallace.	Owner of original: Rita Foster Wallace Date: unknown	Jesse Harrison Foster (Religion)
36	Bible of John Castleberry A list of the ages of John Castleberry's children. Henry Castleberry was born October 11, 1760. John Castleberry was born December 19, 1762 Jeremiah Castleberry was born January 23, 1765 Abigail Castleberry was born August 21, 1767 Peter Castleberry was born November 28, 1770 Katharine Castleberry was born March 5, 1773 Elizabeth Castleberry was born May 11, 1775 Jane Castleberry was born January 14, 1778 Sarah Castleberry was born December 16, 1780 James Castleberry was born April 6, 1783 [His wife] Mary Ann (unknown) Castleberry was born November 10, 1741	Owner of original: Paula Castleberry Date: 1760	Mary Ann (Bible) Abigail Castleberry (Bible) Elizabeth Castleberry (Bible) Henry Castleberry, Sr. (Bible) James Castleberry (Bible) More Links
37	Bible of Simeon Castleberry Foster My great-grandfather Simeon's bible was left to his son, Jesse Harrison Foster. My father, the youngest son of Jesse told me that the Bible was kept in the family chest in the front room of their home. When Jesse died the bible was passed to his son, Guy Foster who passed the bible on to his niece, Rita Foster Wallace in the 1980s.	Owner of original: Rita Foster Wallace Date: 1876	Simeon Castleberry Foster (Religion)
38	Biography of Capt. Joseph Thompson McCracken Among the well-known farmers and stock dealers of Marion County, Ark., none has a better or more thoroughly cultivated farm than he whose name is here given. He is a product of Murfreesboro, Tenn., where he was born November 29, 1830, a son of Joseph R. and Isabelle (Thompson) McCracken, the farmer born in North Carolina in 1776, and the latter in Virginia about 1780. They were taken to Rutherford County, Tenn., in their youth and were there reared, married, and made their home until 1851, when they came by wagon to Marion County, Ark., the journey thither occupying three weeks. The father purchased a small farm on James Creek, on which he spent the rest of his life, dying in 1865. His wife died in Tennessee and later he married Miss Lorance, who died in 1862. He was a slaveholder, a man of unblemished reputation, was for some time sheriff of Rutherford County, Tenn., and for many years was treasurer of Marion County, Ark., which office he was filling at the time of his death. He was a soldier of the War of 1812 under Gen. [Andrew] Jackson and was with him at the famous battle of New Orleans. He was a Southern sympathizer during the Civil War but took no active part in the struggle. His father, John McCracken, was a North Carolinian, where he spent all his days, and his wife, Sarah Luck, also died in that State. The great-grandfather McCracken was an Irishman and is supposed to have passed from this life in the Old North State. The maternal grandfather, Joseph Thompson, was a Virginian, but an early settler of Tennessee and followed the calling of a farmer in Rutherford County until his death. He was of Scotch descent and became a soldier in the War of 1812. The children of Joseph and Isabelle Thompson are as follows: Sarah, widow of John Pace, resided in Texas; Isabelle became the wife of Willis Sanford and died in Rutherford County, Tenn.; Elizabeth is the wife of F. D. Hall of Rutherford County; Minerva is the widow of Hugh Bell of Conway County, Ark.; Emily died in Marion County, Ark., the wife of William Carroll Pace; Caroline is the wife of John Gum of Rutherford County, Tenn.; Joseph Thompson and Eliza Ann, widow of John Brown. The subject of this sketch was reared on a farm in Tennessee and unfortunately received but meager educational advantages. He came with his parents to Arkansas and was married in 1854 to Josephine, daughter of John and Hannah Kellough, the former of whom died in Kentucky, after which the widowed mother came to Arkansas and died at Mountain Home. Mrs. McCracken was born on Blue Grass soil [Kentucky], and by Mr. McCracken became the mother of his nine children: Joseph R.; John N.; William, who died at the age of twelve years; Hannah Ann, wife of Matthew Mitchell; Isabelle, wife of Frank King; Thompson; Kirk; Emma and Helen. Mrs. McCracken has been a resident of Marion County since 1851. When the war broke out he was one of the first to enlist from Marion County, and in May 1861, became a member of Company A of a Missouri regiment. Soon after the battle of Wilson's Creek, in which he participated, his company was disbanded, and he then became a member of Company A, Fourteenth Arkansas Infantry, with which he served twelve months as orderly sergeant, after which he was in the battle of Elk Horn, where he commanded his company. His command was then sent east of the Mississippi River, and he took part in the engagement at Iuka. Succeeding this he was honorably discharged from the service on account of ill health, but at the end of about two months he joined Company F, Col. Suavel's Battalion of Gen. Jo Shelby's command, with which he remained until the war closed; acting captain the most of the time. He took part in Price's raid, during which time he participated in many engagements, and after his captain was killed at Booneville, he was placed in command of his company and continued to hold this position until the cessation of hostilities. He was captured once in Marion County but made his escape a few hours later. He had two horses shot from under him at different battles, and without doubt, received a hundred bullet holes in his clothes, but was himself never scarred. He surrendered at Jacksonport, Ark., on June 6, 1865, and left the service in very poor health. He returned home to find his family in a starving condition, his eldest son being so weak that he could scarcely stand alone, and had it not been for the rations Mr. McCracken brought home with him, his son would undoubtedly have starved to death. Mr. McCracken at once began the work of putting in a crop and by fall was much improved in circumstances. He has since led a very active and industrious life and is one of the most prosperous men, financially, in the country. He has followed farming all his life and for the past twenty years has been an extensive stock raiser and trader. He is the owner of several fine White River bottom farms, and a fine stock ranch on which he resided, fifteen miles north of Yellville. He is a partner in business with Col. D. N. Fullbright, and together they own about 4,000 acres of land, much of which is very valuable mineral land. During the Brooks-Baxter war Capt. McCracken was commissioned captain of a company but was not called into service. He has frequently been solicited to run for office but has always refused. He was formerly a Whig in politics and in 1856 [he] voted for Gen. Fremont, but since the war, he has been with the Democratic Party, of which he is an active supporter. He wields a wide influence politically, but in later years has rather retired from the political arena and is not an active worker during political campaigns. He is a prominent member of Yellville Lodge No. 117 of the A. F. & A. M., and he and his wife have for many years been members of the Christian Church. Although he has reached the sixty-fourth milestone of his life he is very active and in robust health, being perfectly preserved. He owns some of the best saddle horses in Arkansas and frequently makes a horseback trip of sixty or seventy miles in one day. He is a great lover of fine horseflesh and takes great pleasure in caring for them and living among them.	Owner of original: Goodspeeds, Chicago Date: 1894	Joseph Thompson McCracken, Sr. (Biography)
39	Biography of David Campbell Wallace David Campbell Wallace, son of John & Margaret (Thompson) Wallace, was born circa 1780 in Blount Co, Tennessee, and died 16 Dec 1872 in McDonough County, Illinois. He married Sarah Justus, daughter of Moses & Mariah (Gilkey) Justus, on 23 Apr 1798 in Blount County, Tennessee. The Wallace family moved to McDonough County, Illinois, around 1815. With his family and in-laws, David Wallace came up the Illinois River on the maiden voyage of the steamship "Red Rover." By 1821, the family was living in Rushville Township, Schuyler County, Illinois. About 1830 the family settled near Franklin in Lee County, Iowa. After Sarah's death (burial at Franklin, MO), the widower and children settled near Crab Orchard (now Elkhorn) in Ray County, Missouri. David later moved back to McDonough County, Illinois, where he died. David Oliver Wallace, a child of David Campbell Wallace and Sarah Justus was born on 17 Jul 1815 in McDonough County, Illinois; died in 1900 near Hammond, Ozark County, Missouri. He married Ellender "Ellen" Turner, the daughter of John Turner and Jane West, on 14 Dec 1837 in Ray County, Missouri. Ellender was born 22 Sep 1819 in Ray County, Missouri, and died 28 Feb 1893 near Mirable, Caldwell County, Missouri. David is buried at the Wallace Family Cemetery in Hammond, Ozark County, Missouri. Ellen is buried at Mirable Cemetery in Caldwell County, Missouri. Ellen was blind for the last five years of her life. They lived with their son, Joseph Meyers Wallace, and his wife, Laura, on their farm south of Cameron, Clinton County, Missouri, which later became part of Wallace State Park. Children of David Oliver Wallace and Ellender Turner are (1) Sarah Jane Wallace was born on 20 Dec 1838. She married Noah Franklin McGuire on 29 Nov 1855 in Ray County, Missouri. They resided between Cameron and Polo, Clinton County, Missouri. They were buried in Evergreen Cemetery, Clinton Co, Missouri. They had 11 children. (2) James Cosby Wallace was born on 26 Aug 1840 near Crab Orchard (now Elkhorn), Ray County, Missouri; died 24 Feb 1924 near Hammond, Ozark County, Missouri. He was buried in Wallace Family Cemetery. 3. Martha Wallace born 1 April 1844 near Crab Orchard (near Elkhorn), Ray County, MO. 4. John Thomas Wallace, born 21 June 1846 near Crab Orchard (Elkhorn), Ray County, MO. 5. Ephriam Hill Wallace, born 27 July 1848 near Crab Orchard (Elkhorn), Ray County, MO. 6. Ellen Wallace, born on 2 May 1855 near Crab Orchard (Elkhorn), Ray County, MO. 7. Joseph Mayers Wallace, was born 22 November 1858 in Ray County, MO; He died ___near Nyssa, OR. He married Laura ___.		David Campbell Wallace (Biography)
40	Biography of James Frank Thompson Biographical and Historical Memoirs of Southern Arkansas (Chicago: Goodspeed Publishing Company, 1890), 971.	Owner of original: In public sphere Date: 1890	James Frank Thompson (Biography)
41	Biography of the Hon. William C. Reno Hon. William C. Reno...son of Jonathan and Louisa (Thornton) Reno, both natives of east Tennessee, father born in 1811, the mother in 1813...William Reno grew to manhood in Browning township, spent a year traveling through Kansas, Nebraska and Colorado, and on his return was married to Rebecca A. Wallace of Browning township, in 1860...In 1880, he was elected Representative to the State Legislature, and served one term of two years, having been elected on the Democratic ticket...He has been Justice of the Peace for Browning township for the last sixteen years, and has represented his township on the board of Supervisors for five or six years, and has held the various offices of the county...The Reno family are of French ancestry on the father's side and of Welsh and Dutch on the mother's. The family was established in America five generations ago and all were given to agricultural pursuits. His father was a soldier in the Black Hawk war.	Owner of original: Public Domain Date: 1892	William Calvin Reno (Name)
42	Bluffing a Panther Mr. Tomps McCracken an old pioneer settler of Marion County [Arkansas] tells of an adventure he had with a panther one night which he told in this way. "I never was attacked outright by a panther but I had a midnight encounter with one once which I contrived to bluff and it retreated. I had rode out one evening late and while returning back home after night my horse kept shieing and dodging. I was following a dim road on the head of Sister Creek which flows into White River at Joe Pace’s Ferry (south side) some 4 miles below the village of Oakland. As the horse continued to jump from one side of the road to the other I wondered what was the matter with him when suddenly the terrible cry of a panther rang out some 40 feet in advance of me. I stopped to make up my mind whether to turn back or try to [2] Bluff it and I decided that if I turned back it would follow me and probably leap on me, and I concluded it was best to push forward and try to give it a scare. I supposed it was crouched at the side of the road but when I urged my horse forward on a run and while I was yelling as loud as my vocal organs would permit I saw the out lines of the form of the beast spring from a stooping tree over the road. The animal as it left the tree growled very coarse and fierce. When it struck the ground I heard it running away. It was my time to run too and I dug the horses side with my spurs and he did some fast running. I soon reached a herd of cattle that were standing in the road and with out halting I charged into the midst of them which caused a scattering among them in a lively way. It was fortunate for me that the panther screamed in time to give me warning of its presence or it might have sprang down on me when I rode under the tree where it was crouched. But as it was I scared the panther as much as it had me."	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Place: Marion Co, Arkansas, USA 36.3194702, -92.6983868	Joseph Thompson McCracken, Sr. (Turnbo Manuscripts)
43	Brief Items of interest which occurred at Yellville and on Jimmies Creek in the long ago. One among the roughest streams in North Arkansas is Jimmies Creek in Marion County which empties in to White River just below the mouths of the Two Sisters Creeks. Jimmies Creek is noted for its many rugged mountains gulches and rough hollows, but never the less it is inhabited by several industrious families and a few people settled along this water course several years before the war. Among the residents here is Billy Parker son of John Garrison Parker and Mary (Johnson) Parker. Billy Parker was born in Rutherford County, Tennessee October 29, 1832, and when he was grown up to be a young man he turned his head westward, he arrived at Yellville in Marion County [Arkansas] in the year 1850. He said that Yellville was only a small country village then and contained only two small stores Jim Berry owned one of them and Bob Jefferson and Jess Wickersham was the proprietors of the other store. Some of the names of the other citizens who lived at Yellville at the time were John Wickersham and Jim Wickersham who were brothers to Jess Wickersham. There was another Wickersham whose given name was George. There were also Prink Jefferson and the old man Jefferson, Gid Thompson, John Estes, Garrison Phillips, Dr William Cowdry, Jess Young and Judge Wood. I remember said Mr Parker that George Wickersham was accused of killing Tutt by ambushing him in the bluff at town while Mr Tutt was going down the creek. Alph Burns shot and killed Doc Treat who weighed 250 pounds. I. C. (Ice) Stinnette was sheriffe of Marion County when I come to Yellville in 1850. Billy Brown [2] succeeded him in the sheriffes office. After Mr Brown was killed Mr Stinnette served again as sheriffe. I have a fresh recollection that when Brown was killed and after John and Randolph Coker was put in jail at Yellville I was appointed as one of the guards to watch the jail and prevent the escape of the Coker boys who were chained together. During one dark night while a violent thunder and rain storm was passing over some one got in to the jail house and cut the chains off of the ankles of the Coker boys and lead them out of the jail house and the two prisnors made their escape. But I was not on guard that night. I moved to Jimmies Creek in 1852 and bought an improvement from Mr Elam McCracken who come to Jimmies Creek in 1851. There were hundreds of wolves on this stream when we went there. My wife whose name is Elizabeth and who is a daughter of Elam McCracken had a busy time keeping the wolves from destroying all of our flock of sheep. Some of the early residents of Jimmies Creek were Jimmie Lawson, William Jones commonly known as “Flatty” Jim Gage, John McVey, Jones Osburn, Jim Lovell, and Carl Pace. Bill Flippin was the first man I heard preach on Jimmies Creek which occurred long before the war where the wild cat school house now is. Carl Pace taught the first school in this neighborhood which was taught in the year 1857 in a small log house that John Parker built on Wild Cat Creek which empties into Jimmies Creek. John Pangle was the man who built the little water mill on Jimmies before the civil war commenced. This little corn cracker stood just below where Kingdom Springs is now.	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo	Alfred Burnes (Turnbo Manuscripts) John Rogers Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) Randolph Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) Elam G. W. McCracken (Turnbo Manuscripts) Mary Elizabeth McCracken (Turnbo Manuscripts) More Links
44	Bruin Wallows a Hunter in Clay Bruin Wallows a Hunter in Clay. By S.C. Turnbo. Between the village of Peel and White River in Franklin Township Marion County Arkansas is a bald hill or ridge of glades which divides the drainage of the two hollows known as Long Bottom and Little Foot. The first named stream enters the river where William Yocum son of Mike Yocum lived and who died in the month of May 1860. Asa Yocum a brother of William Yocum lived at the next farm above the mouth of Long Bottom. Little Foot hollow which empties into Long Bottom a short distance above the mouth and which has its source at the river bluff opposite the mouth of Big Creek derived its name from the two settlers just named. Here in among the hills and valleys of Long Bottom one prong of which has its source at Peel was once a great stock range and William Yocum and his brother Asa owned a goodly number of cattle and horses. These men owned a few slaves and were hard working people and were kind to their negroes and allowed them a great deal of liberty. I well remember when I and Asa Yocums sons Mike and John and the negro boys played to gether in the latter 50’s. The two Yocum men and their families were [2] kind and friendly and I have enjoyed many hours at the homes of these two settlers. In the section of country these two hollows drains is supposed to be Tom Terrys lead mine where he procured lead ore and smelted it and moulded it into bullets. There is hardly a doubt but that Mr Terry got plenty of lead ore some where in one or the other of these hollows but it seems that he guarded the location of it so closely that no one so far as known has never discovered the exact locality of the mine. Terry was a very careful man and kept his own councils and did not divulge the secret of the where abouts of its location. Parties have searched for the mine from time to time but have never succeeded in finding enough ore worthy of attention. It is supposed to be hidden by the washing of gravel and dirt over it during freshets or that Mr Terry covered it up at the beginning of the war. At the mouth of Little foot hollow is where the old settlement road lead up the hill going west from the river and followed the ridge refered to until it reached the ridge between Trimbles Creek and Becca’s Branch thence to the residence of Allin Trimbles who lived on the river just above the mouth [3] of Trimble Creek. Many years ago this same trail way was known as the Yocum and Allin Trimble road. Just on top of the hill from the fork of the two hollows is a bald or glade where just south of the old road are two caves which was well known to the old timers. One of these caves is lower down the hill than the other and was once the scene of an exciting encounter with a bear which occurred in the year 1851. Mike and John Yocum sons of Asa Yocum are the authors of the story. At the time of the incident they were too young to go a hunting and did not accompany the men who encountered Bruin but they both remember distinctly the account given by the hunters on their return from the chase. They said the dogs pursued a bear until it went into this cave. Then their father and their uncle Bill Yocum, Peter Friend, Enoch Fisher and Ron Terry followed the bear and dogs to the mouth of the cave. Ron Terry and one of the other men accompanied by Enoch Fisher as torch bearer entered the cave with their rifles to shoot Bruin. The hunters were thirsting for a taste of bear meat and bear grease. As they started into the mouth of the opening the other two men promised to keep the dogs back so they would [4] not interfere with their work of slaying Bruin. They wanted the pleasure of killing his bear ship without the help of the dogs. As the men were advancing into the interior of the ground Bruin was aroused at the noise made by the approaching hunters and at the appearance of the light from the torch he seemed to make up his mind that it was best for his well fare to make a hasty exit out of his place of refuge and he started out as fast as the nature of the cave would admit. The three hunters heard him coming and were frightened and halted in a roomy place and waited for the coming of the bear in great anxiety. Back a few feet where they had just come through, the opening was narrow. The three excited hunters did not have but a few seconds to wait before the bear was on them with a rush. The animals anger was wrought up and he cared not whose toes he trampled on. Just a moment before the bear reached them the two men who carried the rifles dodged into a pocket or shallow off shoot to avoid its rush. But Fisher who was the worst scared of the three wheeled around with torch in hand and attempted to out race the bear out of the [5] cave but he barely had time to get into the narrow way when the beast over hauled Fisher and jammed up against him with such strength and force that the terrified man was hurled face fore most into a bed of wet clay. The torch flew from his hand and the material lay scattered on the floor of the cavern and went out and left man and beast in total darkness. A hard struggle ensued between animal and man, the former exerting it self to pass over the struggling form of the hunter, who was expecting to be crushed to death in a moment. The scene in that dark passage was an active one. The bear scratched pulled and surged forward to pass on and in so doing Fishers face was pressed hard against the soft clay which nearly suffocated him until with a great effort he succeeded in turning his face out of the damp clay to prevent smothering to death. The man groaned with fright and pain. The other two men were only a few feet from him and could distinctly hear the agonizing cries of the terrified fellow, but the darkness was so intense in there that they dare not venture to their comrades assistance for fear the bear in his fury might kill them both. They were not so enthusiastic now to meet Bruin as they were when they first entered the cavern. They [6] could hear the sound of fierce growls and scratching by the bear and Fisher was begging for help and groaning in a piteous way but they were powerless to render him aid. They believed the bear was killing Fisher when Bruin slew him it might attack them and treat them like wise. They kept their positions and waited with dreadful feelings. After a short time Bruin scrouged through by forcing its way over the prostrate and helpless man and went on and the latter ceased to moan so loud and the other two men heard him wiggling around to ascertain if he was more dead than alive. Finding that he could move his body and limbs he made an effort to pick him self up and to his great joy he discovered that he was more alive than dead and that there were no bones broken or dislocated and was not seriously injured and soon groped his way out of the cave. The other two followed on just behind him. When his bear-ship emerged from his domicile, the other two men who stood on guard at the mouth of the cave to shoot the animal when he made his appearance failed to make an effort to bring him down and the animal went on as fast as he could go with the dogs in hot pursuit. The two men after recovering from the surprise when the bear dashed out of the cavern followed on a run encouraging the dogs. After a chase of a mile or [7] more Bruin hesitated to run any further with out a fight and halted for that purpose and as the dogs closed up around the angry beast he began spatting the canines with his paws, but his pleasure of slapping the dogs was of short duration for when the two men ran up to where the battle was going on they soon shot the beast to death, and after the arrival of the other three unfortunate hunters who had entered the cave they all went to work and removed the animals hide, dressed the meat and carried hide and meat to Asa Yocums where the meat was equally divided among the five men. With the exception of bruises and scratches that the bear had inflicted on Fisher while he was in its power but he was not bad hurt and soon recovered. But his face head and clothes were well painted with yellow while Bruin was wallowing him in the clay."	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo Place: Marion Co, Arkansas, USA 36.3194702, -92.6983868	Peter Friend (Turnbo Manuscripts) Allen Trimble (Turnbo Manuscripts) Asa Yocham (Turnbo Manuscripts) John Yocham (Turnbo Manuscripts) Michael Dekalb Yocham (Turnbo Manuscripts) More Links
45	Capt. James Sallee	Owner of original: Joyce Willhoit Date: 14 Jun 2002	Rev. James Henry Sallee (Biography)
46	Capt. Stephen Tompkins Revolutionary War service:	Owner of original: unknown Date: unknown	Capt. Stephen Tompkins (Military)
47	Captured in the Night Folk tale written by Silas Claiborne Turnbo	Owner of original: Springfield-Greene County Library Date: unknown	Lorenzo Dow Terry
48	Charles St. Clair Biography of son of David Martin St. Clair.	Owner of original: Ozark County Genealogical & Historical Society Date: 1999	Charles Leonard St. Clair (Name)
49	Chased by a Band of Indians One mile west of Elbow Creek in Taney County, Mo, is a bald hill called "Poor Joe." There is nothing remarkable in the formation of this mound like hill, but it possesses a name which it has borne since the early settlement of the country. Though while "Poor Joel" is not a tall eminence yet it is so situated that a pretty view from its top is obtainable and the common scenery of this part of the Ozarks are observed such as wooded hills, glades, bald knobs and prairie hollows. Looking southward and southwest and south of west many of the hills in Marion, Boone and Carroll Counties, Arkansas, are plainly visible. Many years in the long ago when herds of deer fed on the tender herbs and big flocks of wild turkeys grew fat on wild onions and wild grapes and the seeds of other vegetation [2] the busy hunter feasted on wild meat and did not do without his coffee as long as he had a deer hide to sell. At that time it was common to encounter large groups of deer in the Elbow hills. It was a pretty sight to see so many of them together. Mr. C. S. (Calvin) Vance says that he saw a large herd of deer once on the side of this bald knob. "Though I was not able to make out their exact number," said he "yet there were not less than 150 of them. I sat on my horse and watched their movements which were very interesting and wonderful to me. The whole group appeared so busy that they aid not notice me. They were jumping and running around each other and every one seemed to try to go through with the most antic actions. The sight of these playful animals were so attractive that I almost imagined that I was in a land of [3] fairies where the supposed beautiful objects had assumed the form of the fleet deer. This fascinating view of these lovely creatures could not last always for after awhile the entire bunch took fright and the charm was broken. They ran down the hill toward me making a loud racket with their feet as they passed over the rough ground. I held my horse quiet until they were near me then I thought they would run over my horse and myself. It was now that my horse took fright and came near bucking me off. When the horse began to kick, plunge and tried to run away the deer seen me and scattered like leaves tossed about by the wind. Some of the animals passed in less than a half a dozen yards of me. I had an excellent rifle with me but my mind was so absorbed with delight in watching the deer while they were frolicking that I resisted the temptation of shooting one of them and it was too late to shoot after they took their scare and were [4] running off and my horse trying his best to unseat me." There was a time when big game existed here and this reminds me of a bear story which we think is worthy of place in these sketches. The account of it was told me by "thresher" Bill Yocum who said that when he was 25 years old or in 1839 he and Joe Coker son of Len Coker while on a camp hunt together on Elbow Creek killed a bear in the face of the bluff near the creek bottom which was then covered with cane and was known by the early hunters as cane bottom. Mr. Yocum said that their two dogs routed a bear out of the cane in this bottom and after chasing it awhile it ran around and went into the face of the bluff and stopped under a shelving rock just [5] above a high cliff of rock. We hurried on and when we reached the top of the bluff we rushed down toward where the dogs were baying the bear. Each of us was trying to keep in the advance of the other in order to put in the first shot at the bear. As we ran down we seen Bruin run out from under the overhanging rock and strike at a dog with his paw but the dog dodged the stroke and the bear went back under the rock. The face of the bluff was steep and rough and in my haste I fell and went rolling down. I made every effort in my power to clutch to something to make fast to for I was in iminent danger of going over the ledge where the bear was and go on over the precipice, but just as I reached the brink of the ledge I anchored up against a sapling. At this moment the bear made its appearance the second [6] time to mix with the dogs. Joe reached the top of the ledge about the time I hit the sapling and seeing the opportunity he sent a bullet into the bear’s head and Bruin dropped. When he fell the two dogs pitched onto it and dead bear and dogs went rolling and sliding down to the brink of the precipice and all went over together. We supposed the dogs were killed in the fall. After making our way down to the edge of the precipice we looked over and to our delight the dogs were alive. The bear was lying broadside and both dogs were on it trying to get a fight out of the dead animal. We went around to where we could descend to the base of the bluff and went to where the bear and dogs were and found that neither one of the dogs were hurt. We supposed that the reason they escaped injury was that the bear being the heaviest struck the ground first and the dogs had fell on it. The part of the bear which hit the rough stones was badly bruised [7] and the meat was unfit for use. The killing of this bear occurred not very far from this knob. There is an old time tradition in connection with this bald hill which the old settlers said was true. But the occurrence of it was so long ago that it is almost impossible at this late day to obtain an accurate account of it. But the story was told about this way. Joe Coker, an uncle of the one mentioned above, and who we have said elsewhere was among the first settlers on White River. He had married in Alabama and his wife died in that state. The issue of that marriage was two sons and two daughters. William (Prairie Bill) and Herrod were the names of his two sons and Sally and Betsey were the names [8] of his girls. Coker’s wife was a daughter of Bob Brown, another old time settler on White River. Soon after the death of his wife Joe married a Cherokee Indian woman named Aney (not Annie), but during the year previous to his marriage to this woman he sent his children and Negro slaves to White River in charge of his brother, Charles Coker, who reached the Sugar Loaf country in 1813 and as we have said before Joe Coker himself came here in 1814. His father, William (Buck) Coker, pitched his tent on the north bank of White River January the 8th, 1815. The spot where he located is now the Dave McCord farm in Jake Nave Bend and is embraced in Boone County, Ark. It was told by the settlers that after Joe took up his abode on White River he was not contented with one Indian wife [9] and took unto himself another one of the name of Cynthiana. She was a daughter of John Rogers, a white man who had married a full blood Cherokee woman. Many years after the occurrence of the story we have in mind Aney lived on the river and "Cyntha" lived in the Sugar Loaf Prairie. It was said that after Coker showed his affections for the second Indian woman the Indians, who were numerous here at that time but were friendly, become greatly incensed at Joe’s conduct for having one too many wives of their kindred and made up their minds to put him out of the way. But Coker understood the enmity they held against him and was constantly on the lookout for them to prevent them taking the advantage of him and thus it went on for some time when finally a bunch of the Indians got the [10] drop on him and thought his scalp was in their grasp. It is told that Coker and others had went to Elbow Creek to kill bear. The majority of the men were afoot. It appears that a small band of Indiana were hunting here at the same time which was unknown to Coker and his friends. The Indians were all afoot and carried their bows and arrows and tommyhawks. One day while Uncle Joe was hunting alone on the west side of the creek the Indians discovered and recognized him. He in turn knew that they were his enemies. Joe had his rifle and hunting knife. The band of Indians raised the war whoop and charged toward him. Knowing he had no chance for his life in contending against so many Coker reserved his fire and fled. The woods were open—that is it was divided into belts of trees and prairies without	Owner of original: Silas Claiborne Turnbo	Ainey (Turnbo Manuscripts) Charles Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) Herrod Hardin Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) Joseph Dempsey Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) Mary Elizabeth Coker (Turnbo Manuscripts) More Links
50	Civil War Military Records for Albert Sansing Medical: Cert. of Disability for discharge from C.S.A. states: Fair Complexion Albert H. Sansing's military records show that he enlisted on May 20, 1861, as a Private/Musician in Capt. Richard W. Jones' Company, Louisiana Volunteers (NOTE: This company was attached to the 14th Regiment Louisiana Infantry by order of the Secretary of War dated September 19, 1861, S. O. No. 157, and became Company I of that regiment.) Regimental History: The regiment was organized on June 16, 1861. It was mustered into Confederate service as the 13th Louisiana Regiment at Camp Pulaski, near Amite, Louisiana, on August 24. The unit received orders to proceed to Virginia to join forces with other state units to defend Richmond. The 13th marched to Yorktown in September to contest the advance of the Union Army. On September 21 the War Department changed the unit's designation to the 14th Louisiana Regiment. The men served in the trenches during the siege of Yorktown in April 1862 and fought in the Battle of Williamsburg, May 5, 1862. From Bergeron, La. Confederate Units, 108-09: "This regiment was organized June 16, 1861, as the 1st Regiment, Polish Brigade. It was mustered into Confederate service as the 13th Louisiana Regiment at Camp Pulaski, near Amite, on August 24. The regiment received orders to go to Virginia. While en route, some of the men got drunk and rioted at Grand Junction, Tennessee. Five men died before the officers could quell the mutiny. One company was disbanded as a result of the affair [original Company B most likely]. The regiment went to Yorktown in September. On September 21, the War Department changed the regiment's designation to the 14th Louisiana Regiment. The men served in the trenches during the Siege of Yorktown, in April 1862, and fought in the Battle of Williamsburg, May 5, 1862. MUSTER ROLLS: --The company muster roll for Albert H. Sansing, dated May 20 to June 30, 1861, shows: Enlisted, When: May 20, 1861; Where: Carroll, LA; By whom: Capt R. W. Jones; Period: For the war. Stated Present by R. W. Pearson, Copyist. --Second company muster roll for July & Aug 1861, shows: Last paid By whom: Maj. Larkin Smith; To what time: June 30, 1861. Stated Absent with leave by R. W. Pearson, copyist. --Third company muster roll for "5 Sgt Albert Sansing for Nov & Dec 1861, shows: Last paid & by whom: Capt. Chas DeReignie AQM, C. S. A., To what time: Oct 31, 1861. Stated Present by R. W. Pearson, copyist. --Fourth company muster roll for 5 Sgt A. H. Sansing for Jan & Feb 1862, shows Present by R. W. Pearson, copyist. --Fifth company muster roll for 5 Sgt A. H. Sansing for Mar & Apr 1862, shows Present or absent: not stated by R. W. Pearson, copyist. --Sixth company muster roll for May & Jun 1862, states Present and Remarks state: Reduced to ranks 7 of June from the rank of Sergt. by R. W. Pearson, copyist. --Seventh company muster roll for July & Aug 1862, shows that Pvt. A. H. Sansing was discharged from service. R. W. Pearson, copyist. --A. Sansing, Sergt. Co. I, 14 Regt. La. Appears on a Register of Chimborazo Hospital No. 4, Richmond, Virginia. [Sometimes called Louisiana Hospital, Richmond] Disease: Rheumatisas, chron. Admitted Apr. 6, 1862. Bottom states this is from the Confed. Arch., Chap. 6, File No. 22, page 36. DISCHARGE DOCUMENTS: ARMY OF THE CONFEDERATE STATES. Certificate of Disability for Discharge COVER SHEET, p. 1 Sergt. A. H. Sansing, of Captain F. F. Montgomery Company, (I,) of the 14th La. Regiment of Confederate States Volunteers, was enlisted by Capt. R. W. Jones, of the same Regiment of La Volt's at Oak Grove Carroll Parish on the day of Jan. 7, 1861, to serve [for the] war; he was born in the State of So. Carolina is forty-five . . . Stamped in oval is Record Division, Rebel Archives War Department. p. 2 Sergt. A. H. Sansing, of Captain F. F. Montgomery Company, (I,) of the 14th La. Regiment of Confederate States Volunteers, was enlisted by Capt. R. W. Jones, of the same Regiment of La Volt's at Oak Grove Carroll Parish on the day of Jan. 7, 1861, to serve []for the] war; he was born in the State of So. Carolina, is forty-five years of age, 5 feet, 10 inches high, fair complexion, blue eyes, grey hair, and by occupation when enlisted a Farmer. During the last two months said soldier has been unfit for duty 60 days.......I certify, that I have carefully examined the said Sergt. A. H. Sansing of Captain F. F. Montgomery, Company and find him incapable of performing the duties of a soldier because of Rheumatises Chronic & age (45). Louisiana Hospital, Richmond Aug 20th/62. Dr. F. Forment, Surgeon in charge...Discharged this 23 day of Aug 1862, at Richmond. By order of Brig. Genl Jno. [John] H[enry] Winder, Commanding the Post. p.3 I CERTIFY, That the within named A. H. Sansing, a private of Captain F. F. Montgomery Company (I) of the 14th Regiment of La. Vols., born in Aberville Dist. in the State of S. C., aged 45 years, 5 feet, 10 inches high, light complexion, Blue eyes, Gray hair, and by occupation a Farmer was enlisted by Capt. R. W. Jones in Carroll Parish, La., on the 2 days of May 1861, to serve for the war, and is not entitled to discharge by reason of Surgeons certificate of disability......The said A. H. Sansing, was last paid by Capt. Oliver to include the 31st day of April 1862 and has pay due from that date to the present day.......There is due to him 3 mos. clothing Dollars traveling allowance from Richmond, Va., the place of discharge, to Ashton, La., the place of enrolment, transportation not being furnished in kind.......There is due him 39 days as Sergeant -- 76 days as Private......He is indebted to the Confederate States $5.00 on account of or for clothing......Given in duplicate near Gordonsville, this 23rd day of Aug. 1862...Signed C. B. Martin, Lieut., Commanding Company. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------ For pay from 1[st] of May 1862, to 23[rd] of August 1862, being 3 months and 23 days, at eleven Dollars per month, - - - - - - - - -- - - - - 41.43 For pay for traveling from Richmond to Louisiana, being 12[?] miles, at ten cents per mile, - - - - - - - - - 3.00 3 mos. clothing - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 12.50 Amount 56.93 Deduct for clothing overdrawn...................... 5.00 Balance Paid, - - - - - - 51.93 ============================================================= Received of Major Jno. [unreadable] C.S. Army, this 29 day of August 1862, Fifty-one Dollars and 93 Cents, in full of the above account........................ Signed by A. H. Sansing.	Owner of original: National Archives Records Administration Date: 1861 Place: Carroll Parish, Louisiana 30.9842977, -91.96233269999999	Albert Hollins Sansing (Military)

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