tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57382967422860855582024-02-20T13:46:08.003-05:00Northeastern North Carolina StoriesStories of our northeastern North Carolina ancestors—from earliest days to recent times.
The stories are from the counties north and east of Raleigh, NC: Beaufort, Bertie, Camden, Chowan, Currituck, Dare, Edgecombe, Franklin, Gates, Granville, Halifax, Hertford, Hyde, Johnston, Martin, Nash, Northampton, Pasquotank, Perquimans, Pitt, Tyrrell, Vance, Wake Warren, Washington, and Wilson. Each story is a unique slice of history.The Story Keeperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186826527812003976noreply@blogger.comBlogger263125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738296742286085558.post-8097741726170190752020-08-02T16:17:00.000-04:002020-08-02T16:17:46.484-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Every Town Has</b></span></div>
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A liar.</div>
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A sponger.</div>
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A smart Aleck.</div>
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A blatherskite.</div>
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Its richest man.</div>
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Some pretty girls.</div>
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A girl who giggles.</div>
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A weather profet.</div>
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A neighborhood feud.</div>
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Half a dozen lunatics.</div>
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A woman who tattles.</div>
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A man who knows it all.</div>
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One jacksonian Democrat.</div>
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More loafers than it needs.</div>
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Men who see every dog fight.</div>
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A boy who cuts up in church.</div>
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A few meddlesome old women.</div>
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A "thing" that stares at women.</div>
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A stock law that is not enforced.</div>
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A widower who is too gay for his age.</div>
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Some men who make remarks about women.</div>
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A preacher who thinks he ought to run the town.</div>
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A few who know how to run the affairs of the country.</div>
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A grown young man who laughs every time he says anything.</div>
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A girl who goes to the post-office every time the mail comes.</div>
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Men who had rather shed blood than be corrected in an error.</div>
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A legion of smart Alecks who can tell the editor how to run his paper.</div>
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Scores of men with the caboose of their trousers worn smooth as glass.</div>
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A man who grins when you talk and laughs out loud after he has said something.</div>
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All towns are blessed with the above to a greater or less extent. You can amuse yourself filling in the blanks for your town.</div>
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[<i>Murfreesboro Index </i>(Murfreesboro, NC) 24 Jan 1896]</div>
The Story Keeperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186826527812003976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738296742286085558.post-45743707703327643082020-08-02T15:56:00.000-04:002020-08-02T15:56:26.175-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Joseph Hewes Remembrance</b></span></div>
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Mr. Minton H. Dixon, of Edenton (Chowan County), has caused to be placed in the outside wall of his new and elegant brick store, corner of Main and King streets in that town, a marble tablet with the inscription "Joseph Hew[e]s, one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence, owned and occupied this business site for many years." —<i>Elizabeth City Falcon</i><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img alt=""Joseph Hewes." N.C. Highway Historical Marker A-4, N.C. Office of Archives & History." height="320" src="https://www.ncpedia.org/sites/default/files/images_bio/Hewes_Joseph_A-4c.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="241" /></td></tr>
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[<i>Murfreesboro Index</i> (Murfreesboro (Hertford County), NC) 29 Apr 1887]</div>
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<i> (Joseph Hewes came to Edenton, NC in 1755 and soon entered into a partnership to form the firm of Blount, Hewes and Company.)</i></div>
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<br />The Story Keeperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186826527812003976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738296742286085558.post-84125354868478222922020-06-21T13:36:00.000-04:002020-06-21T13:36:19.457-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>SAVVY WOMEN</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>AMY BURFOOT, SR. ca 1734-1798</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>AMY BURFOOT, JR. ca 1760-1810</b></span></div>
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"When Amy Burfoot became a widow in 1780, she faced two conventional modes of procedure. She could remain more or less in retirement, performing such tasks as carding, spinning and weaving while managing her estate. Or after what was considered a decent interval, she could take another husband, leaving the management of the estate to him, while she still continued to card, spin, and such like. … Amy Burfoot … decided not to proceed according to the conventional pattern; she decided to employ her own talents in a business world which the menfolk considered reserved for their activities alone.</div>
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" … Quite probably she encountered some masculine resentment at what was considered an improper feminine intrusion in an arena reserved heretofore for the male population. She also labored under another handicap in not being able to write her name … . Nothing daunted and with confidence, she embarked upon her career with vigor. Sometimes a deed reads as if she had dictated it, as, for an illustration, 'this being the very spot I bought of Josiah Gallop.' Her transactions were never large, … but they were regular and continuous until her death. …"</div>
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Amy Sr.'s daughter, Amy Jr. was as practical as her mother. "She was a minor when her father died in 1780. About the same time the elderly John Griffin, well-to-do planter and millwright, became a widower. Before long he looked about him, as widowers often do, and proposed to the young Amy.</div>
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"Now John Griffin was a highly respectable citizen and his possessions were sufficient to insure a wife a comfortable existence. Amy herself was not entirely destitute, having (received a small inheritance from her father.) Since a husband in those days practically acquired control of his wife's property, however, she may have been disturbed as to what provision an elderly widower with children might make for his second wife. … She may have felt that with her youth and the groom's advanced years, merely a marriage would hardly be a fair transaction for her. … Before she married (John), he deeded the prospective bride one hundred and fifty acres of land, ten slaves and a windmill, in fact all his possessions except the property he had acquired from his first wife.</div>
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"… John Griffin and Amy were married. She bore him a son and a daughter. He seems to have been quite happy with the marriage inasmuch as at his death after nine years he left to his wife additional properties to those he had given her before the ceremony.</div>
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"As a widow Amy Griffin faced a situation similar to that which her mother had known. She was still less than thirty years old and, unlike her mother, she decided to marry again. The situation was now somewhat in reverse to that of her first marriage. She had two young children, and there was the possibility that after marriage the control her husband would acquire over her property would deprive those children of what she considered rightfully theirs. Her fiance was an excellent young man, but before she married him she deeded to young Samuel and Fanny Griffin the real estate which had been given her by their father. …</div>
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"Amy Griffin went on to marry Jonathan Lindsey of Currituck, and from all appearances they lived happily ever after. They negotiated several business transactions and they prospered, the husband no doubt receiving practical assistance from his astute helpmeet."</div>
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[Taken from <i>Three Hundred Years Along the Pasquotank, A Biographical History of Camden County</i> by Jesse Forbes Pugh, 1957]</div>
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The Story Keeperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186826527812003976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738296742286085558.post-43500774497831546602020-06-20T16:06:00.000-04:002020-06-20T16:06:33.714-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">ARMY AIRPLANE STOPS </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Thousands Saw Aviators, </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Flying From Washington to Fayetteville.</span></b></div>
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Hundreds of Henderson (Vance County) people Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday morning got their first close up view of the big army airplane. Speaking of the incident the <i>Henderson Daily Dispatch</i> says:</div>
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"The airmen circled over the city for ten or fifteen minutes Tuesday afternoon before they could find a place to alight. They viewed from aloft the race track at the fair grounds and also open lots to the south of the city, but none of these were suitable. The open field just to the left of the Middleburg road, beyond North Henderson, offered them their one best chance, and, as Lieutenant Murray said at the hotel Tuesday night, it seemed so difficult to find a landing that he was 'beginning to pray for some soft trees to drop into.' It would have been impossible for them to have remained in the air for more than a very few minutes longer, the flyers said, for gasoline was getting extremely low.</div>
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"They said Henderson was on a direct air line between Washington and Fayetteville (Cumberland County), and that if it would prepare a landing field and let the army aviators know it, many of them would put in here for gasoline and spend the night when passing. It was their view, too, that there would be much flying from this time on through this section, the planes traveling between Washington and other points north to the artillery training station at Camp Bragg, at Fayetteville, which is to be a permanent camp for the future."</div>
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[<i>Henderson Oxford Public Ledger ]</i></div>
The Story Keeperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186826527812003976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738296742286085558.post-77424243845008868772020-06-18T15:53:00.000-04:002020-06-18T15:53:23.210-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Burning of the Steamer Greenville.</b></span></div>
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(Cor. of <i>The News and Observer.)</i></div>
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<i> <b> WASHINGTON, N.C., </b></i>September 17, 1880.</div>
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An alarm of fire was given at 8 o'clock this morning and the entire fire department turned out promptly. The steamer <i>Greenville</i> was found to be in flames, and although two streams of water were soon playing upon her, the fire gained headway for several minutes. The hurricane deck, various saloons, pilot house, engine rooms, &c., were composed of inflammable material, so that the flames shot with fearful rapidity from one part to another until all the woodwork above the lower deck was destroyed. The hull was saved almost intact and the boiler and engine are not materially injured. The loss is estimated at from $2,000 to $2,500. Current report at this instant says she is insured for $5,000. I can get no reliable information on this point, her owner being absent. The steamer <i>Greenville</i> is owned by Capt. A. W. Styron and runs from this point to Tarboro (Edgecombe County) in connection with the Northern Clyde line.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Steamship <i>Greenville</i><br />Core Sound Waterfowl Museum & Heritage Center in Morehead City, NC<br /><a href="https://www.coresound.com/history">https://www.coresound.com/history</a><br /></td></tr>
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The fire is supposed to have originated by the explosion of a kerosene lamp in one of the saloons. No other loss occurred, although several warehouses were in imminent danger.</div>
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[<i>News & Observer </i>(Raleigh, NC) 19 Sept 1889]</div>
The Story Keeperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186826527812003976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738296742286085558.post-28517619582402479812020-06-17T15:14:00.002-04:002020-06-17T15:14:54.591-04:00<br />
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Hardy Robinson</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Hardy Robinson
of Pitt County, NC applied for a Revolutionary War pension on November 3, 1818.
In his application, he gave an account of his service.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Robinson
enlisted in Bertie County and joined a company commanded by Capt. Redding
Blount of the 10<sup>th</sup> Regiment of NC on July 20, 1778. He served until
July 5, 1779 when he was discharged at Halifax, NC. </div>
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was not in battle during the war. Instead, he spent much of the time working on
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of his application Hardy Robinson was in reduced circumstances and the
following is a schedule of his property.</div>
one
Horse bridle & saddle $70<br />
One
pair of scissors $0.10<br />
One
Cow & calf $15<br />
two
chunk Bottles $0.20<br />
One
Sow and Eight Shotes Seven or eight months old $8<br />
A ½
doz. Knives & forks $0.40<br />
one
wheel and cards $1<br />
Two
Benches one Small pot $0.50<br />
Fifteen
Dollars owing $15.00<br />
one
dutch oven $1.25<br />
one
Axe $1<br />
one
skillet $.50<br />
Two
weeding hoes $1<br />
Two
Cutter plows $2<br />
Two
Baskets $0.50<br />
one
scouter plow $0.75<br />
Corn
standing in the field say about 20 barrels out of which $40 Rent is to be
paid $5<br />
one
shovel plow $0.75<br />
½ Barrel
flour $1.50<br />
one
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Taken from Etsy:<br />
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15 or 20 lbs of salted Beef $0.50 </div>
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Dozen spoons $0.25<br />
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dozen earthen plates $0.25<br />
1 Pail
1 Piggin $0.50<br />
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From Merriam-Webster Dictionary<br />
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I certify that the
above Schedule contains a true account of the whole of my property of every
description.<br />
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S/ Hardy Robinson, X his mark</div>
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[Taken from <i><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Southern Campaigns Revolutionary War Pension
Statements</span></i><span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"> at<b> </b></span><a href="http://revwarapps.org/s41992.pdf">http://revwarapps.org/s41992.pdf</a>]</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Aeroplane's Limitations</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>as Seen by an Expert</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>[Orville Wright]</b></span></div>
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In the opinion of one of the most celebrated air-sailors of the present day, the aeroplane, which he regards as the most practicable vehicle used for flights through the air,will never do much of a passenger business. And if this is true of the aeroplane as a common carrier, how much more true must it be when taken in connection with these military "invasions" about which so much has been written? Anyhow, this is what Orville Wright said just before he sailed for Europe this week to join his brother, Wilbur: </div>
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"I believe our machine is he best means of navigating the air. The aeroplane will fly faster, is cheaper to run and easier to handle than any other machine. The airship will have its uses, but will never be as practicable as the aeroplane.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[Soldiers at Fort Myer pull the 1909 Wright Military Flyer out of its temporary hangar.<br />Taken from Wright Brothers Aeroplane Compay website:<br /><a href="http://www.wright-brothers.org/Information_Desk/Just_the_Facts/Airplanes/Military_Flyer.htm">http://www.wright-brothers.org/Information_Desk/Just_the_Facts/Airplanes/Military_Flyer.htm</a> ]</td></tr>
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"I do not think that air machines will ever take the place of trains and boats as passenger carriers. Our present machines, of course, are not built to carry more than four or five persons, but when the demand comes we will build machines that will carry a great many more. I would not begin to predict what the passenger limit of the aeroplane will be, but I believe it will eventually be used in special passenger service, to transport a small number of passengers from point to point."</div>
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The English—even more so than the French—have been expressing alarm over the prospect of an aerial invasion by "the enemy." According to one estimate that has served to excite the London fire-eaters, an invading army of 100,000 men could be borne across the channel during the night. It sounds terribly practical to the layman, in view of the successes made by the Wrights; but Orville Wright now wakes the dreamers up rather rudely. Practicable as the aeroplane is, its use is apparently very limited. And this authoritative view is matched by the opinion offered by a foreign scientist, who shows that even if it were possible for all the aeroplanes that would be required to carry 100,000, an army of invasion, to make a massed attack, which, he argues, it is not, the still greater difficulty would remain of directing the movements of the aeroplanes safely and smoothly.</div>
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These views are not merely conservative; they are eminently sensible.</div>
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[<i>Raleigh Times (</i>Raleigh, NC) 13 Jan 1909</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">Who Stole the Pork?</span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">BY HENRY SHICK, COMPANY D, 177<sup>TH</sup> PA<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 18.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I </span></b>THINK
Mr. S. T. Jennings must be mistaken in his dates about “Who Stole the Pork?” for
my regiment moved to Deep Creek, Virginia, on the 9<sup>th</sup> of March 1863.
The reason I have the time so well fixed in my mind is that my father, who was in
the same regiment, said to me, “You can remember this as long as you live, because
it is your birthday.” We left there a few days before the battle at Gettysburg,
and raided that country all the way to South Mills, [Camden County] North Carolina,
and there were not ten loads of pork in all that country. Jennings says they stole
ten loads of pork from th4e First New York Mounted Rifles, which they had captured
from the farmers along the Deep Creek Canal. I went with a squad twenty-two miles
out one day to look for some pork, and all we got was one small pig, and we had
to kill that.</div>
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[<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Western Veteran</i> (Topeka, Kansas) 8 May 1889]</div>
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">THE POUGHKEEPSIE MYSTERY.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">SINGULAR LETTERS FOUND UPON THE MAN ARRESTED IN HUDSON
ON SATURDAY.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">P<span style="font-variant: small-caps;">oughkeepsie,</span></b><span style="font-variant: small-caps;"> Dec. 19.—</span>On Saturday Officer Thomas P.
Bryant, of Hudson, came to this city and informed the Police here that, at 3
o’clock in the morning, he had arrested a well-dressed man in Hudson, who was
suspiciously loitering about a store on Warren Street. On him were found
letters which seem to indicate that a serious crime had been committed at
Greenville, Pitt County, N. C. When arrested he gave his name as “John Y.
Johnson, of Washington, D. C.,” but afterward said the last place he came from
was Poughkeepsie, where he had been a student in a college. One letter found on
him was addressed to “H. E. Nelson, Poughkeepsie,” and dated “Greenville,
Saturday, Oct. 30,” and signed “Your devoted wife, Lizzie Nelson.” Besides
other matters of a private nature are these sentences:</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I do not
know what to write you. In your first letter you expect me to believe you are
coming home. You know that I know you can never, no, never, come home again. If
you had given me more warning when you left, if you had intimated anything was
wrong, if you had let me know it was an everlasting farewell, it would not have
been so hard. *** You know I expected to go to the convention, and of course
went to work to get ready. If you had only warned me. *** Let me hear from you.
Do not run any risk to do so. I am afraid to send this. This may be the last
you will ever get from me.”</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Another
letter found on him was dated Poughkeepsie, Nov. 23, but not signed. It was
addressed to no one, and seems not to have been enveloped. Among other things
in it are the following:</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I have
only been a drawback to you ever since I was married to you. It is hard, so
hard, to part with you. While I may have treated you wrong in a great man
instances, your happiness was my only thought. But it is all over now. I have
nothing more to look forward to. Our little boy is too young to know anything.
My only hope is to see you and the baby once more and kiss you both and lay
down and die beside my little girl. When you have received this I shall have
solve the great mystery. I shall, the good God willing, be with my little girl
and my mother in that better world. I shall have learned whether the good God
is lenient or kind with such a wre3tched man as I am. I shall be before God to
receive the reward; I am not afraid to go; not afraid to meet my darling little
girl. And Oh, my darling, we will plead so much for your happiness. You must
look as everything happening for the best. I would have only been a burden to
you. You have no further risk to run in writing to me. This is the last letter
a human being will receive from my hands, and this requires no answer, for in a
few hours, if the Bible is true, I shall know what the future is. My last words
and blessing, and a prayer to good God to watch over you that you may know no
want or suffering. Kiss our little boy good-bye for me, and for God’s sake, for
the love you have for me, don’t let him forget me. If I could take you in my
arms and kiss you both, but to die so far away from home is hard. May God
forever bless and keep you, and may we meet in that other world where all is
brightness and joy and peace, is the last prayer and last words of your
miserable husband.”</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The above,
it will be seen, was penned a month ago. There was also found on the man a
diary, in which was written the following:</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Left
Poughkeepsie on my tramp Dec. 14; roads full of ice and snow, and I walked 13
miles with nothing to eat. I passed through Pleasant Valley and Washington
Hollow, and slept in a barn with a farm Laborer.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Dec.
15—Started at 8 A.M. and passed through Clinton Corners, where I bought 10
cents’ worth of crackers and cheese, and staid all night with a Mr. Case, at
Case’s Corners, where I was well treated.</div>
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“Dec. 16—Started again at 8 A.M., and Dr. Herrick gave me a
ride for a mile. Then I walked and passed through Rock City, Upper Red Hook,
Clermont, and Blue Stones. Staid all night at this latter place, at a
farm-house.”</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The diary contains
no record of what he did on the 17<sup>th</sup>. When he was arrested he said
he was looking for work. He said that the letters found on him were given to
him in Savannah, Ga., by a man named Nelson to send to Greenville, but he had
neglected it. While a student in Poughkeepsie he boarded in Crandell Street,
and went away owing considerable board, and also took a student’s overcoat,
which the Hudson Police have recovered. When he first came here he seemed to
have plenty of money, and paid his tuition fee in advance and paid some board
in advance. He also spent money freely among companions. Ion his diary also wee
names of females known to the Police as disreputable. It also contained numbers
of disreputable houses and sporting houses in New York City. One letter found
on him was, apparently, from his sister, and in it she thanks him for a large
sum of money sent her to complete her education at some college. The entire
case is yet shrouded in mystery, though the Hudson police are of the opinion
that the prisoner has committed a serious crime. Letters describing the case
have been seen to Greenville, Pitt County, N. C.</div>
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[<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The New York Times</i>, Published December 20, 1880]</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">MYSTERY SOLVED.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">IN WAKE JAIL<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Henry E. Nelson, the Defaulting
Postmaster at Greenville, in Limbo Here—His Crime and its Consequences<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>As was
mentioned in this paper yesterday, Col. T. B. Long, superintendent of the
United States mail service for this district, on Sunday brought H. E. Nelson,
the defaulting postmaster at Greenville, N.C., to this city from New York, and
placed him in the care and keeping of Sheriff Nowell. We had an interview with
Nelson in his cell, and he was quite outspoken. Entering the jail, we gained
access to the upper floor through a tiny doorway, and thence to a cell at the
northwest angle of the building. In this lies the prisoner, in company with two
other culprits.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>There was a
clank and a clash of bolts and bars and the double doors swung open. Entering
the cell, the first thing observable in the uncertain light was the figure of a
man standing with pipe in mouth at a window slit. This proved to be the
prisoner Nelson, about whom so much has been said. He is a man 36 years of age,
and looks all of it. Rather squat in figure, he has a tolerably heavy beard,
and is poorly clad. His manner impresses one by its uncertainty, for while at
times he looks at one squarely, at others there is a sinister shifting of the
glance, coupled with a dogged look.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The man
speaks in a mater-of-fact way of his crime and its consequences, acknowledging
his faults, reproaching himself bitterly for his cowardice and expressing a
willingness to accept the consequences, how hard so ever they may be. His
statement of the facts of his life and the crime is as follows:</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>… He was appointed
postmaster at Greenville, Pitt county, in February of the present year. He held
the office until August, when he was horrified, he says, to find that he was
behind in his accounts. He was too great a coward to go and face the sureties
on his $10,000 bond and tell them of his deficiency. His only idea was to get
away, and, as he declares, get into some employment in which he could make
enough money to set his accounts square by reimbursing his sureties. He went to
New York, therefore, in the latter part of August, and in a day or two went
thence to Poughkeepsie, on the Hudson, where, under the name of J. Y. Johnson,
he entered as a pupil of the great business college there. He had in earlier
life studied bookkeeping, and his desire was to perfect himself. He only
remained at the school about nine weeks, and then concluded to come home. He
had gotten as far as New York City, when his pocket was picked of all his money,
which was but little, he declares. He managed to get back to Poughkeepsie in a
few days. He knocked about there for a space, finding no employment, until
finally he met a man who informed him that work was probably to be had at
Hudson, a town forty miles away.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>To this
town of Hudson Nelson then tramped, arriving there about two weeks ago. He
reached the place late at night and started out to walk the streets until
morning. About 3 o’clock in the morning a policeman arrested him and took him
to the station house. There the officer charged him with being with a couple of
men who were engaged in an attempt to enter and rob a jewelry store. These two
men had been watched by the policeman and had finally run off. Nelson declares
that he neither knew nor saw the two men, but was merely walking along the
street. The authorities searched him, and on his person were found [the letters
presented above.] <span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>… Col. Thos. B.
Long at once went to Hudson after him. He … was brought to this city. Nelson … refused
an offer of bail which was made.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
prisoner throughout the interview reproached himself bitterly for “not being
man enough to face his sureties.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
declared that in all the months he was absent life was a terror and a curse to
him. He was glad to be back in North Carolina, though he lay in jail, for he had
had more peace of mind since Col. Long got hold of him. “Life had been a
perfect hell,” said he, and remorse and shame struggled for the mastery. He
declared that he would not give bail unless he became seriously sick. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In regard
to the shortage of his accounts as postmaster, he was rather reticent, saying
that in his hurried examination in August last, when he first discovered it, he
estimated it at about $600. Col. Long estimated it at $1,800, and that amount
his sureties were called on to pay. Both the post office and money order
accounts were involved.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Nelson says
he wrote his wife only once while away, signing his own name to the letter.
This he did while at Poughkeepsie as J. Y. Johnson. She had written him once
using his own name. He did not tell her of the deficiency in his accounts
before he left home, but the investigation by Col. Long in August showed her
the facts in the case.</div>
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[<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">News & Observer </i>(Raleigh, NC) 31 Dec 1880]</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>Chowan River Bridge</b></span><br />
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of northeastern North Carolina shows a small cluster of counties dangling from
the southeastern corner of Virginia, cut off from the rest of the state by the
Chowan River. Until 1927, these counties were only accessible by boat or from
Virginia. The isolated counties were Gates, Chowan, Perquimans, Pasquotank,
Camden, and Currituck. </span></div>
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<span class="apple-tab-span"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black;">A bridge between Windsor (Bertie County) and Edenton
(Chowan County) was approved in 1925 and the Chowan River Bridge was opened to
the public on 2 July 1927. It was 1.5 miles long, the longest bridge in the
state, and reduced the distance between Edenton and Windsor from 89 miles to 21
½ miles.</span></div>
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<span class="apple-tab-span"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black;">The official opening of the bridge on July 20 was a
spectacular event. The <i>News & Observer</i> (Raleigh, NC) 21 July 1927
said: </span></div>
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<b><span style="color: black;">“</span></b><b><i><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial";">No Such Spectacle Seen By This Generation
In State As That Yesterday at Eden House; While Bands Play, Throng Yells and
Aircraft Motors Buzz, Ribbon Is Cut Removing Last Symbolic Hindrance To Union
of Rich North East With The State; Admirals of The Navy, Generals of The Army
and Men High In Public and Private life Present For Momentous Occasion; Edenton
Distinguishes Itself Forever In Manner In Which It Handles Big Undertaking</span><span style="color: black;">.</span></i><span style="color: black;">”</span></b></div>
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<span class="apple-tab-span"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black;">Ben Dixon MacNeill, a reporter with the News &
Observer, described his experience at the opening in his column, “Cellar and
Garret” on 26 July 1927:</span></div>
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<span class="apple-tab-span"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black;">“… most magnificent spectacle I have ever witnessed, and …
the most delightful experience I have had this year. It was almost worth living
a generation for. …I climbed aboard a naval torpedo airplane in Edenton Bay and
after a little was wandering around in the sky above the bay and the river and
the bridge. It was a big ship, and I could walk around and poke my head out
first one window of the big cabin and then another.</span></div>
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<span class="apple-tab-span"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black;">Scarcely had Lieutenant Commander Moloney pulled the craft
gently out of the water when we began to have company in the air. Flying low
over the great oaks at Hayes came the army dirigible TC-5, almost dragging its
anchor-lines on the tree tops. Then its sister ship the TC-9i came over, and
together we went toward the bridge where the celebration was to be presently
staged. Beneath us the revenue cutter Pamlico was steaming its way slowly, and
from its decks came faithfully the strains of martial music.</span></div>
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<span class="apple-tab-span"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black;">At first the bridge looked like a spring stretched across
the two miles of water, and as we drew nearer it widened. We came lower and
swooped down, almost touching the masts of the cutter and soaring upward. The
torpedo ship rode the air smoothly and easily, its great motor roaring. The
slower dirigibles wee coming along in the rear, seeming scarcely to move. The
bridge became a bridge, and there were automobiles crawling along its length.
If you looked carefully enough the ceremonial ribbon across the Bertie end of
the bridge could be seen. From out of the mists came a squadron of army
observation ships, swift and magnificent, sweeping out of the haze in
wild-goose formation. They wheeled and turned back, circling for their
bearings. The dirigibles cruised over the scene and the navy ships zoomed and
climbed up. Then the hour of the ceremony came, and the pilots of the aircraft,
observing the time, moved across for the processional. The official parade
arrived at the eastern end of the bridge.</span></div>
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together and low over the bridge. The squadron of army ships came over and took
up position above and behind the dirigibles, and the big torpedo planes of the
navy above and behind them, with their motors throttled back and drifting
serenely. The parade moved across the bridge—the groundling automobiles bearing
a distinguished company, and above them the silver dirigibles and above them
the yellow-winged observation squadron and above them the navy’s craft.</span></div>
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<span class="apple-tab-span"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black;">Never has there been such a parade anywhere. It almost made
one delirious to look down upon the spectacle. I guess I behaved like a child
at a Christmas tree. Anyway, I had my head poked far out of the rear cockpit,
in the full stream of the exhaust from the great motor that was carrying us. I
got dirty, but I had an enormous time. The procession moved on and came to the
place of ceremony. The pilots gave their mounts full throttle and they soared
up and broke the magic formation.</span></div>
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<span class="apple-tab-span"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black;">Time may bring me to witness such another spectacle and I
shall hesitate at no length of accumulating grim to be able to witness it. My
white pants can get as black as Egypt and such hair as I have accumulate all
the exhaust a motor can discharge and all the talkative females in Christendom
can assemble to discuss my deplorable condition, but I shall give the, no mind.
It was worth it.”</span></div>
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The Story Keeperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186826527812003976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738296742286085558.post-83204059805522544372020-05-28T14:32:00.001-04:002020-05-28T14:32:57.069-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b>A Ghost That Makes Booze</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b style="font-family: inherit;">Officially</b><b style="font-family: inherit;"> Buffalo City, A Lumber Camp in the Carolina Swamps, Died Years Ago. But Today It Has Risen From the Grave to Haunt the Federal Drys—A Ghost that Keeps Its Stills Hidden in a Thick, Tangled </b><b>Jungle</b><b style="font-family: inherit;"> and Refuses To Be Laid by Any Amount Of Raiding</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">By Ben Dixon MacNeill</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> "The ghost makes liquor. Makes </span>liquor<span style="font-family: inherit;"> with a prodigality and completeness that is without parallel anywhere else in the country, and liquor of an exceedingly high and desirable quality. … </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">They call it Buffalo City (Dare County, NC). It is a ghost because a great lumbering corporation died there. And in its place has grown up what is perhaps the most extensive distillery in the United States.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> "Agents of the Department of Justice who have begun to turn gray </span>above<span style="font-family: inherit;"> the temples puzzling over Buffalo City declare that annually, from this swamp-hidden village of 250 persons in the northeastern corner of North Carolina, 1,500,000 quarts of liquor find their way to markets in New York, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Washington and Norfolk. Most of it is retailed in bottles that bear imported labels. No protest is made about quality. The ghost makes good liquor.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> "Time and again it has been raided, time and again a dozen big distilleries have been burned to the water's edge and thousands of gallons of distilled liquors and hundreds of thousands of gallons of 'mash' have been poured into the dark creeks that thread the jungle. But before the invaders have disappeared below the horizon the ghost has emerged from its hiding and gone back to work.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> "Lately an expedition was sent numbering fifty men, armed and equipped for invasion and siege. They succeeded in finding eleven huge stills. They burned the plants and wrecked with dynamite such machinery as could not be destroyed by fire. They discovered and destroyed more than 250 five-gallon glass containers full of new liquor. They took no prisoners.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> "Satisfied that a notable victory had been achieved, the prohibition forces withdrew to their larger boats and returned to their bases. The ghost would be sterile for a time at least, they felt.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> "Inconvenienced it may have been by the raid, but Buffalo City blandly fell back upon its reserves, relit the fires under the boilers that were left and continued to manufacture and ship the usual quantities of the usual qualities of rye liquor for the more discriminating demand and sugar-and-meal liquor for such of the trade as is satisfied with lesser qualities. The phantom of the swamp may resent raids, but it is not diverted by them.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[Taken from website "Only In Your State" at <a href="https://www.onlyinyourstate.com/north-carolina/nc-ghost-towns/">https://www.onlyinyourstate.com/north-carolina/nc-ghost-towns/</a>]</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> "Innumerable times heavily laden trucks have been seized en route to remote markets with cargoes taken from a small swift boat </span>in<span style="font-family: inherit;"> some hidden estuary of the broad sounds that encircle this ghostly town. Officers know that it is Buffalo City liquor. They know that it was loaded somewhere in </span>the<span style="font-family: inherit;"> jungle in which Buffalo City stands hidden on its lonely creek. They know, too, that for every truck they capture a dozen or a score have slipped through their fingers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> "LIke all proper ghosts, Buffalo City somehow belongs to another world—aloof, remote, inaccessible and not very much concerned about the periodical shoutings of those who would do something about it. At no time since the town's renascence has it caused an uprising of public sentiment. No sermons have been preached against it, no letters have been written to members of Congress by outraged neighbors—Buffalo City, happily for itself, has no neighbors. …</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> "With the help of physical geography and its own ghostliness, Buffalo City makes liquor. The ghost has another powerful ally—civil geography—which has happily placed within easy reach dense and thirsty centers of population. …</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> "Buffalo City, or East Lake, liquor is widely celebrated for a suggestion of excellent gin in its aroma and taste. The gin taste comes from the soft, densely colored fresh water of the creeks that tyread the illimitable juniper swamps. It is perfect water for use in the fermentation process preliinaty to distillation."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> <i>Buffalo City's bootlegging operations thrived during the period of Prohibition. Before that, it had been a thriving community centered around the lumber industry. After prohibition, it died away. I will publish a story about the history of Buffalo City in a later post.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">[Taken from the article written by Ben Dixon MacNeill in 1931 and published in several major newspapers, including <i>The Des Moines Register, </i>and <i>The Charleston </i>[W. VA]<i> Daily Mail.</i></span></div>
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The Story Keeperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186826527812003976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738296742286085558.post-76515492643670790432020-05-25T15:27:00.000-04:002020-05-25T15:38:05.975-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>TO THE PUBLIC.</b></span></div>
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<b style="font-size: xx-large;"> A</b>s the public mind has been agitated with a report that the SMALLPOX is in the FACTORY at the Great Falls of Tar River: We, the undersigned, residing in the neighborhood of the Falls, feel it a duty incumbent to efface this impression, by giving a correct statement of facts<b>—</b>as it might produce both a local and general injury.</div>
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There has been one case of Smallpox, about 4 or 5 miles from the Falls, quite remote from any public road; but the Kinepock (cowpox) has been introduced into the family, and has proved completely predominant—Not the least danger can therefore be apprehended in this case. And from the assiduous attention of Mr. Donaldson in timely vaccinating his private family, the hands of the Factory and the neighboring families, we feel a confidence in assuring the Public, there is no probability, and we might add no possibility, of the Smallpox making its appearance either in the Factory or its vicinity.</div>
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REDMUN BUNN, </div>
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HENRY BLOUNT, </div>
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WILLIE BUNNM, sen.</div>
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S. WESTRAY </div>
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Great Falls of Tar River.</div>
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January 25, 1822</div>
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[<i>Weekly Raleigh Register</i> (Raleigh, NC) 15 Feb 1822]</div>
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The Story Keeperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186826527812003976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738296742286085558.post-76162884737639014052020-05-06T15:36:00.001-04:002020-05-06T15:36:49.789-04:00<br />
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The subject
of pensions for veterans of the Revolution was discussed from the earliest days
of the conflict. Pensions were provided for soldiers disabled in the war, but
not for the average veteran. The first pensions were offered to officers to
keep them from deserting. Gen. George Washington worked for half-pay for life
for officers who remained in service until the end of the war. However, by
1783, the treasury was not able to pay the pensions. Because a pension was often
characterized as a “giveaway,” it was usually called back pay, and since the
government had stopped paying its soldiers in 1777, it was true that they had
not received the remuneration they had been promised.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In 1818, Congress
passed legislation providing pensions for indigent veterans and then, in 1832,
all veterans could apply for “back pay.” This meant that a veteran had to
survive forty-nine years after the war to receive a pension for his service.
Beginning in 1836, widows of veterans could receive a pension.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The records
of veterans’ applications for pensions are available and provide insight into
the lives of the men who won freedom for America.<a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=5738296742286085558#_edn1" name="_ednref1" style="mso-endnote-id: edn1;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Pension Application W18436<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>John
Williams, born in Princess Anne County, VA, lived much of his life in Currituck
Co., NC. On 29<sup>th</sup> of August, 1832, he applied for a pension for his
service in the Revolutionary War.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Williams
first volunteered for service in the militia in September 1775 in VA. He was
stationed at Kempsville, Princess Anne County, VA. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Soon after
John Williams signed up, the militia set up an ambush for the British troops,
hoping to keep them from advancing to Great Bridge. However, on Nov. 15<sup>th</sup>,
Lord Dunmore moved against the militia, and John Williams and his fellow
volunteers were routed. After this defeat, according to Williams’ pension
application, most residents of Princess Anne County took an oath of loyalty to
the British.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Williams
left Virginia and moved his family to Currituck County, NC. There, he joined
the army and fought in the battle of Great Bridge, serving under Capt.
Alexander Whitehall. He remained with the NC militia and was often sent to find
refuges. He was also employed as a blacksmith making handcuffs for refugees and
repairing guns. He was eventually appointed captain of a company and continued
in this capacity until peace was declared.</div>
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Williams was awarded a pension of $80 per year, to be paid in semiannual
payments of $40. In 1833, he was awarded $160 from payments in arrears, plus
his payment of $40, or a total of $200. John Williams died 7<sup>th</sup> Nov 1835.
In 1838, John’s widow, Abiah Williams, applied for a widow’s benefit. She
received the pension from the time of John’s death. She received 186.67 in
arrears and $40 for her semiannual paytment for a total of $226.67.<a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=5738296742286085558#_edn2" name="_ednref2" style="mso-endnote-id: edn2;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a></div>
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=5738296742286085558#_ednref1" name="_edn1" style="mso-endnote-id: edn1;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Review: <b><a href="https://eh.net/book_reviews/americas-first-veterans-and-the-revolutionary-war-pensions/" title="America’s First Veterans and the Revolutionary War Pensions">America’s
First Veterans and the Revolutionary War Pensions</a></b> by Emily J. Teipe,
reviewed by Joanna Short: EH.net: December 2002.</div>
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Campaigns American Revolution Pension Statements and Rosters: North Carolina
Pension 6984; John Williams. <a href="http://revwarapps.org/w18436.pdf">http://revwarapps.org/w18436.pdf</a></div>
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<br />The Story Keeperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186826527812003976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738296742286085558.post-74445092043333205842020-03-19T14:39:00.000-04:002020-03-19T14:39:29.388-04:00 General Jeremiah Slade was born in 1775 in Martin County, NC. He served in the state House of Commons from 1797 to 1800 and as a state senator from 1809 to 1815. He was a Brigadier General in the War of 1812. He commanded the Fifth Brigade of the Seventh NC Division of Militia which included recruits from Martin, Edgecombe, Halifax and Northampton Counties. Slade died in 1824.<br />
Beginning on June 27th, 1819, Gen. Slade traveled from Martin County, NC to Nashville, TN. His daily diary of the trip seems to present a curmudgeon who found fault with many things along the way. We will not go all the way with him, but will follow him until he reaches the University in Chapel Hill.<br />
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27th.</div>
Dined at John Griffin's, stopped at Wilson Sherrod's, fed
and rested my horse, bill 25cs., and arrived at Tarboro [Edgecombe County] that evening.<br />
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After arranging some private business and visiting my
friends with whom I had some agreeable conversation on the subject of my
journey, set out about 10 o'clock, bill Mrs. Gregory $1.50, McWilliam $1.20. By 121/2 arrived at Mr. W. Parker's to dinner, spent about 2 hours in very
agreeable conversation with him and his amiable lady; bill 50cs. Set out at 3
o'clock, stopped at Daniels a few minutes to have my horse watered and get some grog, went on, met very unexpectedly an old acquaintance, Mr, James Blount, from Georgia. After usual ceremonies went on and arrived at sundown at the well
known stand in Nash County, Mr. J. T's, where I put up the night. Went to bed
supperless. Saw there all the features of uncivilized life and that Mr. T 's daughters though unmarried all had separate names,
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Set off from T 's before sunrise. Bill 50cs. Memo. a
lame man with a blind horse staid last night at T's who had been eight days traveling from Raleigh there, only
thirty-five miles. Arrived at Major Alford's to Breakfast, where I met with every attention, and treated very
hospitably. Bill 50cs. Arrived at Raleigh [Wake County] at 12 o'clock, at Col. Cooke's. After dinner having dressed
strolled out to stroll up and down the principal streets without appearing to notice one of the puffed little great men
of the city, being resolved to observe as little ceremony towards them as they are usually in the habit of
showing to all strangers, and after visiting my cousins at Mrs. Pullum's, conversing with them for a while, I
returned to my lodgings. In course of the day had occasion to call on the deputy clerk of the Federal court on business,
was ushered into his office with all the hauteur of a French exciseman, and treated with every mark of
supercilious pride and haughty arrogance and finally dismissed with contempt. After supper I retired to my room where I was visited by J. B. Slade,
my relation, who staid with me all night & we pass the time
much more agreeable than I had done during the day. </div>
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30th. </div>
Left Raleigh at Sunrise, Bill $2.00 with a perfect confirmation
of former opinion "that the citizens are a perfeet set of blood suckers
who prey upon the vitals of the State and wallow in luxuriant indolence."
Arrive at Jones' to brkft, ; bill (60cs. Arrived at Chapell that evening
in a severe shower of Rain ( which tho' not so agreeable to my situation was most acceptable to visitors to that
part of the country, as it was and had been for some time so dry as to endanger the crops of corn in all the
upper country. Wheat crops uncommonly good, price 25cs per bus. & and little or no demand for it at that or
even any price). At Mrs. Mitchell's Hotel was met and greeted as soon as arrived by cousin Jeremiah and Thomas B.
Slade, dined, after the shower was over went with Cousin Thomas to Mr. Mooring's Hotel, was introduced to
several collegiates of respectability & to Mr. Mark Henderson, attorney at law, whom I found particularly
agreeable, polite and attentive, & as we returned to Mr. Mitchell's invited us to his father's, Pleasant Henderson's Esqr. to sup & spend the evening, which we accepted, (Cousin Thomas from an inclination to be
with the young ladies of the family & I for the gratification of an acquaintance of so respectable a
family). On entering the house I was introduced by Cousin Thomas to a Miss Kittrell & to Miss Eliza
Henderson, only daughter of Mr. P. H., who, take her all in all (tho' not a Venus di Medici in form & feature) is
as pretty, agreeable, and desirable as is rarely to be met with. She was easy in her manners, gracefull in her actions
& movements, condescending and affable in conversation, still modest and unassuming. We spent the evening
till late bed-time in very agreeable conversation, when we retired to Mrs. Mitchell's & rested for the
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After breakft. visited college which appeared almost deserted, except now and then a solitary Bachelor silently gliding across the long passages. The Dialectic Hall appeared much improved since my last visit, the library has received a large acquisition of books to the amt. of five hundred dollars within the last year. Met there Mr. Thomas Green, ov Va., late of the senr. class. He appeared very much reserved, and tho' we had been formerly acquainted he seemed not disposed to renew it. Returned to Mrs. Mitchell's to dinner and shortly after set out for Hillsboro, accompanied by Cousin Thos. Bill with Mrs. Mitchell $2.00. We arrived at Thompson's Inn in Hillsboro at sunset, disappointed in our expectations of meeting Mrs. Doctr. Pugh & others on their way to Louisiana, nor did they arrive during my stay in Hillsboro.</div>
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Lef Hillsboro after Breakft, Bill $1.80. Crossed Troliner's Bridge about 12 o'clock: had a smart words with Mrs. Troliner about the toll, paid 20 cs and parted in friendship.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>TERRIBLE RAIL ROAD ACCIDENT</b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Remarkable escape.</span></b></div>
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<b> <span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;">B</span></b>y a dispatch received here on Monday, we learned of a terrible accident on the <i>Wilmington & Weldon</i> Rail Road near Whitaker's Station (Nash, Edgecombe Counties).</div>
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While proceeding along on schedule time, and when just over an embankment some twenty feet high, the engineer observed that a rail was misplaced on the track. He immediately blew his whistle and shut down the engine, but could not check its speed sufficiently to prevent thee accident. The engine and tender, second and third class cars, and ladies' coach all were tumbled down the embankment and literally smashed. The sleeping car alone remained on the track, and to this the ladies' coach was held by the coupling pins and greater damage prevented. The engine was turned wheels in the air, and is seriously damaged. The engineer, Mr. John Hewett,</div>
escaped without injury, how it is unknown. Captain Geo. Morrison, the Conductor, was in the second class car, and also escaped unhurt. The passengers and train hands also escaped as by a miracle, no serious injury having been sustained by anyone. On the whole, the escape of all on board is the most miraculous thing on record.<br />
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To Capt. Morrison, the passengers unite in ascribing great credit for his attention to them during the whole affair,—<i>he </i>speaks in high terms of the assistance rendered him by his engineer and the sleeping car conductor.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Four lives were lost at the wreck of the three-masted schooner, <i>M. and E. Henderson</i>, on the coast of North Carolina, about a mile and a half south of Station No. 17, 6th District. The circumstances attending this disaster were singular. It appears from the evidence taken, that on the 30th of November, 1879, patrolman Tillett, who had the morning watch on the beat south, returned to the house a few minutes after five o'clock in the morning, lit a fire in the stove and called the cook, then went upstairs, and looking with the marine glass from the south window, perceived, at some distance in the clear moonlight which lay upon the beach, a man whom he at first thought was a fisherman. Presently noticing that the man was without a hat, it at once occurred to him that he might have been washed ashore from a wreck. He immediately aroused the keeper and the crew, and starting out in advance, soon came up to a haggard and dripping figure, a sailor, tottering along very much exhausted, and only able to feebly articulate, "captain drowned—masts gone." The patrolman's surmise had proved correct, and this man was one of the three survivors from the crew, seven in number, of the schooner <i>M. and E. Henderson</i>, which, as was subsequently ascertained to be probable, had struck and gone almost immediately to pieces within an hour before.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The survivor come upon by patrolman Tillett was at once conducted to the station and put in charge of the cook, and the keeper and crew started for the beach. They had gone about a mile and a quarter south of the station when they came upon a great strew of debris from the wreck, and saw, at the same time, some part of the vessel rising and falling upon the sea in the moonlight, about 300 yards from shore. Continuing on three-quarters of a mile further, searching for bodies among the fragments of wreck stuff with which the beach was strewn, the arrived at New Inlet, where they met some fishermen who reported having found one of the sailors floating in the channel, whom they had rescued and taken to their camp on Jack's shoal, a small island back in the inlet. They were now looking for others, and were joined in the search by the life saving crew, except the keeper and two of his men who boated over to the camp on Jack's Shoal where they found the sailor rescued by the fishermen. In crossing the inlet to the camp they saw what appeared to be a sitting figure upon the beach behind them, and the keeper, upon reaching the island, sent back the twoo men to discover what this object was. They found it to be another sailor, the third survivor. He was quite insensible, but although far gone, still breathing, and no time was lost in conveying him to the camp, where restoratives from the station medicine chest gradually revived him. The man first found, nearly dead when taken from the water by the fishermen, having been given hot coffee and rubbed and wrapped in bedclothes by them, was already so far restored as to be out of danger.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">[May be <i>Metropolis</i> wrecked on Outer Banks in 1878. Taken from "Shipwrecks are still seen on the North Carolina Outer Banks," by David Rolfe, <i>Winston Salem Journal </i>(Winston Salem, NC) 29 Nov 2015. <a href="https://www.journalnow.com/gallery/news/shipwrecks-are-still-seen-on-the-north-carolina-outer-banks/collection_9e4bedee-9544-11e5-a7c2-d32570d95cac.html">https://www.journalnow.com/gallery/news/shipwrecks-are-still-seen-on-the-north-carolina-outer-banks/collection_9e4bedee-9544-11e5-a7c2-d32570d95cac.html</a> ]<br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: small;"> Of the four men lost from this vessel, the bodies of two only were recovered. The first came ashore on the 16th of December, and was that of the master, Silas Swain. The hair and face were gone from the skull. The body was identified by certain marks upon it, and also by articles found in the clothing. On the 29th of December following, another body, much decomposed, came ashore and was buried, like the other, by one of the station keepers. This body could not be identified.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"> The names of the four men drowned, as reported to this office, are Silas Swain (the captain), Hess and Prentice (probably the two mates), and William (which would seem to be the first name of the cook). The names of the ship's company, excepting the captain, were unknown to the owners, and were obtained from the survivors in imperfect form given the three men being Spanish … .</span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"> They constituted the crew, and this circumstance combined with their survival as a body when their officers all perished … gave rise to the belief, held particularly by some of the owners, that they had murdered the officers and run the vessel ashore. This suspicion of foul play subsequently caused their arrest and imprisonment in Baltimore, MD, but after a long detention they were released, no evidence of criminality having appeared.</span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"> The cause of the loss of the vessel remains mysterious. She had been seen at sunset working along the coast in a northerly direction, and had attracted attention by her nearness to the shore. As the disaster involved loss of life, it was made, as is usual in such cases, the subject of special investigation, in the course of which the fact was established that the patrolman had left New Inlet on his return beat a little before four and reached the station a little after five o'clock, encountering no wreck upon his way. It is certain, therefore, that the vessel must have grounded on the bar where she went to pieces about the time when the patrolman reached the station, a mile and a half distant, and it is equally certain that she must have been almost immediately demolished by the surf, since a short time after the patrolman's return to the station she was found in pieces on the beach, the rottenness of her fragment also showing that a vessel in such condition of unsoundness, heavily laden beside with phosphate rock and pinioned on a bar, could not have held together under the blows of the breakers.</span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"> Although the surf was heavy and a stiff breeze blew, it was a clear, moonlight night, and how a vessel could have stranded when the atmosphere was lit to the horizon is unaccountable, except upon the supposition that she was navigated with the grossest carelessness or purposely run ashore. The unintelligible English spoken by the three survivors made it impossible for the life saving crew to obtain from them any explanation of the disaster.</span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #333333;">[<i>Annual
Report of the Operations of the United States Life-Saving Service for the
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<span style="color: windowtext;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Rev. B. B. Williams submits the following report on
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<span style="color: windowtext;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“At the session of the Association held at Gatesville [<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Gates</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">County</st1:placetype></st1:place>],
1874, we find adopted the following recommendations:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: windowtext;">When drinking
houses are kept by church members that they be earnestly and faithfully
admonished by the churches to abandon the wicked traffic, and that when the
admonition of the church is rejected, the church withdraw its fellowship.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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who visit and drink habitually at tipling shops.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>We suppose the Association adopted these recommendations
because she believed that the retail of spirituous liquors encouraged
intemperance. This leads us to ask what is intemperance? Mr. Newcom defines
temperance to be the “moderate use of things useful, and total abstinence of
things pernicious.” Is intoxicating liquors pernicious? The assertion [sic] has
more than once answered the question. Elder Babb calls it (in his report on
temperance adopted 1876), “This more than <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Lernaean</span> Hydra **** that has blasted the fondest hopes and laid
waste the fairest fields of our <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Zion</st1:city></st1:place>.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Elder Overby says (report adopted 1874): “It
is the bane of our churches.”—Both these reports the Association adopted;
thereby declaring that Intoxicating drinks are pernicious, hence its use as a
beverage is intemperance. Your committee instituted such inquiry as they
thought would enable them to obtain the information necessary to report how the
churches had received and acted upon the recommendations of the Association.
They addressed letters of inquiry to nearly all the pastors in the Association’
for some cause unknown to your committee, the information sought has been by a
large majority of the pastors withheld, only six responding. We are therefore
unable to make a satisfactory report.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>So
far as we have been able to learn, there are eight members now selling this
“more than <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Lernaean</span> Hydra” in
quantities less than a gallon and it is frequently drank in their stores.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Two have been expelled during the past year for refusing
to abandon the sale of spirituous liquors. One has reformed.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>About seven-tenths of the entire male
membership use intoxicating drinks as an occasional beverage, and a majority of
these drink at tipling shops.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It is a great pleasure to your committee to be able to
report one church that all her members abstain from its use as a beverage. We
believe that reform is greatly needed, and would recommend all lovers of Christ
and sobriety to use every tenable means in their power to use every laudable
means in their power to crush this many headed monster.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Some years ago Col. Pulaski Cowper … was reading law in the town of Jackson, the county seat of Northampton county. In the vicinity of Jackson lived Uncle Tom Wheeler, who was as well known in Northampton as Col. Cowper is in the State. It is said that Uncle Tom was possessed of considerable means though somewhat miserly, at any rate, very few people saw him spending money.</div>
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One characteristic of Uncle Tom was, when away from home, he was never seen without his gun. "Old Betsy," as he always called it, as well as his dog, always accompanied him. And though he never went anywhere without his gun, no one ever saw him with any game.</div>
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It made but little difference in what direction Uncle Tom started from home to take a "little hunt," it was always nearer to go via Jackson; and some of his neighbors insinuated that the "wet groceries" had some attraction for him, as it was almost a daily occurrence for him to be seen in town' and while he was ever ready, if drinks were proposed, he was never known to "set 'em up."</div>
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This reminiscence occurred during a court week in Jackson, and, on account of an important case to be tried, there were a large number of people in attendance, estimated by some at five thousand. Near the court house was the store of Mr. John Randolph … .</div>
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Randolph's store had a very large piazza on which were seated some fifteen or twenty men, including Uncle Tom. He had set "Old Betsy" inside the store and near the door, and he was setting in the porch, about midway between the two front doors of the store.</div>
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Col. Cowper …walked out of the court house over to Randolph's store, where he found the crowd in the porch teasing Uncle Tom about always carrying his gun and never having any game, and some intimated that they did not believe he could kill anything. Col. Cowper, seeing Mr. John Calvert, who was inside the store, take up the gun, and draw out the shot, leaving only the powder in, and set it back where Uncle Tom had left it and being confident he had a "sure thing" on the old man, joined in with the others in teasing him. </div>
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Col. Cowper proposed to bet treats for the crowd that Uncle Tom could not hit his hat, it placed on a large oak stump about fifteen feet off. (Col. Cowper had on a fine silk hat, for which he paid $5.00 the day before.) Uncle Tom said, "Well, Laski," (that's what he always called the Colonel) "I don't want to hurt your new hat, but as you insist upon it, and propose drinks for the crowd and as I feel a little dry, if you will let me take a rest, I'll see what Old Betsy can do."</div>
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The Colonel said, "All right, you can take a rest, and sit down too, if you like."</div>
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The Colonel sent five or six boys around town to tell everybody to come quick around to Randolph's store, there was going to be a "free treat." He and Uncle Tom then went to the oak stump to put the hat in position. It was some little time before Uncle Tom could place the hat exactly as he wanted it. While all this was going on, John Calvert took up the gun, which was near to the shot pouch, and filled her about half full of shot and set it back in place.</div>
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Everything in readiness, Uncle Tom took up his gun, remarking, "Old Betsy, you have never failed me, now do your best." Seating himself in a chair he rested the gun on the railing, took aim, pulled the trigger, and — Uncle Tom was picked up at the other end of the piazza, and the gun went cavorting through the air, and landed on the other side of the street. The hat, not a piece of it as big as a ten cent piece, could be found in the whole town. "Snaked, by jings," exclaimed Col. Cowper. "A conspiracy, someone has played fool on me; but I'll set 'em up," and all were invited to a saloon nearby where he arranged with the proprietor for drinks for the crowd. The Colonel then went to the hotel to get his dinner. The line was formed, and the drinking commenced. They would go in at the front door, get a drink, and pass out at the rear.</div>
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About sunset the Colonel went over to settle the bill, when, to his astonishment, the drinking was still going on; the line had resolved into a ring, and was repeating; and ever and anon there would go up a yell, "Rah for Cowper." He called a halt on the bartender, who, knowing the Colonel's ability to pay, was keeping the glasses filled. He asked for the amount of the bill. The proprietor told him, "It would take some little time to count it up, as he had chalked it down on the side of the house."</div>
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The colonel asked how many barrels they had drank, and was told about two. He said he would pay for it at wholesale prices, and it was compromised for $117.50. </div>
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Disgusted with Jackson, he took the next train for Raleigh (Wake County).</div>
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[<i>The Smithfield Herald</i> (Smithfield, NC) 15 April 1897]</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>By Kemp Plummer Battle</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>T</b></span>hose who have tried it say that there is no better courting time and place than in a light buggy drawn by a spirited team. But let the amatory youth take a waning from the mishap of a friend of mine. He borrowed of his grandfather a barouche and pair and took his lady-love on a four mile ride, determined to bring love matters to a focus. After skirmishing around with preliminary sweet speeches, he turned his head to gaze into her face while he asked her to share his life. As he did so he discovered that the boy, whom he had employed to hold his horses at the house of his girl, had jumped up behind and was listening with grinning delight to all tender words. The shock was so great that the opportunity was lost—and as matters turned out, lost forever. My readers need not weep over this story. "Mrs. Grundy" said that the young lady would have refused him. </div>
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Another "smart" young man driving over Franklin street saw a cow lying contentedly in the way. He thought he would show his skillfulness as a driver by running one wheel over her side. Much to his grief the animal suddenly rose, upset the vehicle, and turned him and his lady-love sprawling into the sand.</div>
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Unfailingly courteous, too, were the beaux of fifty years ago. I give one specimen of this: A lady friend of mine was taking a ride with a student of the forties. The buggy wheel ran into a deep rut on his side of the road and threw the lady with some violence on him. She said, "I beg your pardon, sir!" He replied with evident sincerity, "Not at all disagreeable, madam!"</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Kemp Plummer Battle was born in Louisburg, Franklin County, NC. He was valedictorian of the 1849 class of UNC. He worked at UNC as a tutor, as a lawyer in Raleigh, Wake Co., NC, and as a trustee to the University. In 1876 he became president of UNC.</i></span></div>
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[Taken from <i>History of the University of North Carolina</i> by Kemp P. Battle; 1907]</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The North
Carolina gold rush began nearly 20 years before the California gold rush. The
first public notice of gold in Nash County appeared in the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Weekly Raleigh Register </i>10 Nov 1831. It said: “A <span style="font-variant: small-caps;">new Source of Gold. — </span>In the land of a
Mr. (John) Portis, in the vicinity of Ransom’s Bridge Post-Office, and near the
place where the Counties of Nash, Franklin, Warren and Halifax join each other,
a very rich deposit of Gold has been discovered. One piece weighing several
pennyweights has been found and smaller pieces in great number. It is said to
be quite common to make $5 a day, and there are nearly twenty different places
where the precious metal can be obtained in sufficient quantity to reward the
searcher for it.”</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gold Nugget<br />Taken from Minerals Education Coalition website:<br /><a href="https://mineralseducationcoalition.org/mining-minerals-information/minerals-elements/gold1_90782147/">https://mineralseducationcoalition.org/mining-minerals-information/minerals-elements/gold1_90782147/</a></td></tr>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The State Chronicle</i>, Raleigh, NC 29 Jan
1893 told the story of the Portis mine’s beginning: </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Years ago a peddler stopped at the
mud-thatched cottage of a poor shoemaker in the County of Franklin. The shades
of evening were falling and he enquired if he could obtain food and shelter for
the night.</div>
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"We are very poor, stranger," said the old cobbler, "but
if you can put up with such accommodations as we can give you, we bid you
welcome."</div>
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The peddler accepted the hospitality, and after a scanty supper of plain
and coarse food, laid himself down on a straw bed on the floor to sleep. When
he arose the next morning, the family was astir and he asked if they had a pan
or bowl in which he might bathe his face and hands.</div>
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"No," replied the cobbler, "we have neither. When we
bathe, we usually … go down to the spring and remove a little sand in the
branch and wash."</div>
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The peddler took a towel and went to the spring, used a little sand to
wash his face and hands. He was struck with the appearance of numerous bright,
shining particles in the water. He took a handful of the sand with him to the
house and asked, "What is this?"</div>
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"I don't know. Some says it's gold and some says it ain't."</div>
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“Why
don't you have it tested? I believe it's gold."</div>
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The old cobbler, John Portis, had the test done and sure enough, it was
gold. …</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>John Portis,
a shoemaker, knew nothing of mining, but it is believed that he was able to
find enough gold to support his family. According to the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Henderson Gold Leaf</i>, Henderson, NC 26 Oct 1911 Portis leased the
property to Plum Austin for ten years. Austin worked the property by moving the
dirt with ox carts and wheelbarrows, and removing the gold by rocking and “long
toms.” In ten years he was said to have found $500,000 of gold. [<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">A rocker box was a wooden box with riffles
along its bottom. Water was poured in from the top and as the box rocked the
gold would settle behind the riffles and lighter elements would wash away. A
“long tom” was similar except longer and using running water in a stream to
wash the gold out</i>.]</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gold Panning<br />Shutterstock<br /><a href="https://www.shutterstock.com/image-illustration/gold-rush-panning-california-1849-engraving-237233470">https://www.shutterstock.com/image-illustration/gold-rush-panning-california-1849-engraving-237233470</a></td></tr>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>John Portis
died in 1850, and Thomas K. Thomas acquired the mine. He worked it for about 15
years, still using the most basic of tools and methods. Nevertheless, U. S.
mint records showed that the Portis Mine sent $1,000,000 to the Charlotte mint
before the Civil War. Other records indicate that another $1,000,000 was used
in trade, making the output, according to estimates, at about $2,000,000. Most
of the gold that North Carolina had during the Civil War came from the Portis
Mine.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In 1868,
the mine was sold to Stephen G. Sturges and William E. Sturges of N. J. An
article in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Wilson News</i>, Wilson,
NC, 14 Dec 1899 mentioned that “Raleigh people now own most of the stock in the
Portis gold mine.” Over the years, various names were mentioned as having an
investment in the mine, and the ownership seems to have varied. Each change in
ownership brought changes in the methods of extracting the gold.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>An observer
in 1866, described the operation this way: “Mr. Platt (an officer of the Portis
Mine Company) had a steam saw mill in full operation in just three weeks from
the day the machinery left New York, which, taking into consideration the
distance from the railroad and the nature of the roads over which the machinery
had to be hauled, is a remarkable feat. They had also completed a two story
building, seventy by thirty, built from material sawed at their own mill since
it was erected some six weeks ago.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">911 Metallurgist<br /><a href="https://www.911metallurgist.com/blog/long-tom-sluice">https://www.911metallurgist.com/blog/long-tom-sluice</a></td></tr>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“The
machinery to be used in mining is a new invention recently patented by a Newark
manufacturer, which, if as successful as the experiments promise, is destined
to work an entire revolution in the process of surface gold mining.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The process used quicksilver (mercury) to
extract the gold. [<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Daily Standard</i>
(Raleigh, NC) 20 Oct 1866.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>By 1888, a
new process, the Wheeler process, had been invented and was being tried at the
Portis mine. This process, according to an article in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Charlotte Observer</i> 5 May 1888 increased the yield from .50 per
ton to $2.52 per ton. This was because the Wheeler process did not allow fine
gold to escape. Mr. Sturges, owner at that time, wrote that the process was
really wonderful and that he could find no fault with it.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Wilson News</i> (Wilson, NC) 14 Dec 1899
revealed that new owners had installed a 15-stamp mill. The oar was crushed and
then washed by sluice. It was being proposed that a hydraulic plant be
installed. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>There were
plans, in 1912, to be able to process 1,000 yards of soil per day, with an
eventual plan to process 5,000 yards per day. Mr. Elmo Weir of Philadelphia,
who was one of the investors, said in an interview “North Carolina, which has
hitherto been famed for its pitch, tar and turpentine, will shortly be famed
the world over as a producer of the ‘yellow metal.’ [<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Farmer and Mechanic </i>(Raleigh, NC) 6 Aug 1912</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>According
to NCpedia, gold became difficult to extract from the red clay at the Portis by
the early 1900s. A final effort was made by the Norlina Mining Company.
Although the latest techniques were used, “the cost of the mining operation
exceeded by one-third the value of the gold recovered, and the mine was closed
in 1936.”</div>
<br />The Story Keeperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186826527812003976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738296742286085558.post-25614011075374074322020-03-05T10:01:00.002-05:002020-03-05T10:01:48.685-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>SNOWBALLING AND "SHINDY"</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Sources of Annoyance and Even Danger to Passersby, the Board Passed and Ordinance Monday Night Forbidding Children to Play These Games on the Street</b></span></div>
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<b> </b> An ordinance has been passed by the aldermen prohibiting "snowballing" on the streets of Elizabeth City, also the game of "shindy" is prohibited by the same ordinance.</div>
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The ordinance prohibiting snowballing came is as a result of some of last Sunday's capers of the boys and girls. They thronged the streets pretty much all day and pelted every pedestrian that came along. These young people did not seem to have any respect for age or anything else, but plied their sport to the discomfiture of the people who walked the streets.</div>
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The game of "shindy"* is a great favorite among the small boys and it's a dangerous one too. The wonder of it is that a dozen legs have not already been broken. The ordinance, if it is enforced, will be a great relief to parents.<br />
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*a game similar to field hockey<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">[Taken from <i>The Advance </i>(Elizabeth City,<br />Pasquotank County, NC) 12 Jan 1912]</span></div>
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[<i>The Windsor Herald and Bertie County Register </i></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>NEAR BEER</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>A Real Problem</b></span></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>From the
earliest days of our history, there have been temperance movements attempting
to ban the production and use of alcoholic beverages — with varying degrees of
success. Finally, in 1920, the 18<sup>th</sup> amendment made the production,
transport, and sale of intoxicating liquors illegal. The temperance fight led to many
incidents that we might find curious today. "Near beer" was supposed to have only a very small percentage of alcohol, but it didn't always work out! Below are a few examples of North Carolina's battle against “near beer.”<br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">Is Licence Requirement to Sell Near Beer Legal?</span></span></div>
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<b> </b>In 1909, the North Carolina Supreme Court heard a case challenging the right of Charlotte [Mecklenburg County] to require a $1,000 annual licence for the sale of <i>near beer.</i> Attorney general Thomas Bicket argued the case for the state, and he described <i>near beer </i>the starkest of terms<i>.</i></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;"> "What is </span><i style="text-align: left;">near beer</i><span style="text-align: left;">? The testimony in this case shows that it is a beverage that finds ready sale as a substitute for real beer. Our bibulous* constituents cry for it as children cry for Castoria**. It is made by the people who make beer, and drunk by the people who drink beer. It looks like beer, smells like beer, tastes like beer. … It is shoved across the old oaken counter, and the mirrored back bar, with the pictures of Aphrodite … springing from the foam, making the illusion complete. And sometimes in the gloaming the alchemy of a shadow projected from a policeman's expansive back and falling athwart the bar, works a transformation and suddenly, even as the thirsty one lifts the cup to his lips, near beer becomes the real thing.</span></div>
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"And yet this court is asked to relegate this lusty beverage, this scion of centuries of vats, to the insipid level of soda water. Perish the thought! It proclaims itself in North Carolina as sole heir to and successor to the gaudy fluid. It boasts of its bubble, and sparkle and snap. It says to the disconsolate legions in an arid land, 'I may not be entirely wicked — but try me.' It capitalizes its kinship with Budweiser and Schlittz. It scorns soda water as Roosevelt scorns a mollycoddle, and lords it over grape juice like a mint julep over a milk shake."</div>
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The state won the case and the lic<br />
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* <span style="color: #222222; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white;">excessively fond of drinking alcohol</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">[Taken from <i>News and Observer </i>(Raleigh, NC) 17 Nov 1909]</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The Charlotte Observer </i>(Charlotte, NC) 11 Aug 1888</td></tr>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Sells Near Beer on the Water.</span></b></div>
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Deputy Marshall Wilcox returned from a business trip to Currituck county Tuesday night. While on the trip Mr. Wilcox discovered a floating near beer joint down in Currituck which presumable pays no state of county tax.<br />
The proprietor of this establishment has secured a house boat and located at a convenient point, and he was doing a good business.<br />
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[Taken from <i>The Advance </i>(Elizabeth City, NC) 23 Jun 1911]<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[<i>The News & Observer (</i>Raleigh, NC) 28 Oct 1899]</td></tr>
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<b>FIFTY-THREE DRUNKS</b><br />
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<b>Were Arrested By the Police During</b></div>
<b>the Month of February—</b><br />
<b>Banishment of Near-Beer Saloons May</b><br />
<b>Result in Decrease of Drunkenness.</b><br />
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[Taken from <i>The Wilmington Dispatch</i> (Wilmington, NC) 1 Mar 1911]<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">BEER SALOONS ARE NOW ALL CLOSED</span></b><br />
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<b> </b> The Board of Aldermen of Elizabeth City (Pasquotank County) passed an ordinance in April 1910 regulating the sale of near beer. It stipulated that dealers who sold near beer must pay the Trustees of the Graded School of Elizabeth City $500 to be used for educational purposes.</div>
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In addition, stores selling the beverage were required to open on Matthews stgreet east of Martin and Poindexter street and north of Matthews. The beer had to be sold within ten feet of the front door and all screens, curtains and other obstructions had to be removed from windows and doors.</div>
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It was believed that this ordinance would put near beer saloons out of business. It was noted that "a few days ago, the near beer saloons… were running wide open and they were thriving too."</div>
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[Taken from <i>Tar Heel </i>(Elizabeth City, North Carolina) 15 Apr 1910]<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[<i>Raleigh Times</i> (Raleigh, NC) 21 Jun 1899]</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Rocky Mount Closes Near Beer Saloons.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>R</b></span>ocky Mount, June 4.— Every near beer saloon and firm selling near beer and like beverages was closed yesterday and for the first time in years a resident in Rocky Mount cannot get the real stuff, or the near article. All near beer applications were filed before the city aldermen last night, and it was this body that denied the privilege of selling, and this morning the proprietors of the four establishments were met at the door by an officer who informed them that they could not open, as the city had denied them license. </div>
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The problem was that in the four saloons, beverage was being sold that was making many offenders drunk. The proprietors were ordered to sample all their stock and send it off for analysis. State law said that over thee percent makes "near beer" into the real article, and it was found that every man in the business was selling the near article that contained at least three and a half and even up to five percent alcohol.</div>
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[Taken from <i>The Daily Times </i>(Wilson, NC) 7 Jun 1910]</div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> My Ice Cream business has grown so that I have been compelled to materially increase the facilities for manufacturing, after a careful study of the Ice Cream business. A life time experience coupled with a special attention given to Ice Cream making I can safely assert that I am making as good cream as can be obtained any where.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>GOLD HILL DAIRY</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Milk is supplied me in quantities from which I personally skin the cream. The fruits and other materials that enter into the composition of my Ice Cream are personally prepared and of the best obtainable. I can deliver Ice Cream at your home in packers especially made for the purpose on reasonably short notice, at prices as reasonable as possible consistent with the quality of Cream I use and service given.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Prices for Standard Cream:</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Vanilla, Lemon, Orange, Chocolate.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In cans $1.50 per gallon</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In cans $ .80 per ½ </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Gal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In cans $ .40 per quart</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In paper cartons per quart 75 ¢</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In paper cartons " pint 40 ¢</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In paper cartons " ½ pint 25 ¢</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>J. G. M. Cordon,</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Tarboro, N. C.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The ice cream cone was first introduced at the St. Louis World Fair in 1904.<br />
This Day in History - April 30 , 1904<br />
<a href="http://www.todayifoundout.com/index.php/2015/04/this-day-in-history-april-30-the-cone-of-cones/">http://www.todayifoundout.com/index.php/2015/04/this-day-in-history-april-30-the-cone-of-cones/</a></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>PINHOOK</b></span></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><b>P</b></span>inhook was
a small community in Durham County that, by 1906, was a suburb of the city of Durham.
Why the place was called Pinhook is not known, but it went by that name for a
number of years before the Civil War.</div>
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Some questionable characters kept a
resort at Pinhook, and near by was a grog shop. Close by this place was a
camping place where wagons stopped on their way to Raleigh (Wake Co.) and other
eastern towns before the time of railroads. The campers got water from the
Pinhook well and made use of the grove near by where they tied their horses and
were protected somewhat by the trees from the weather. </div>
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It is said that a man, who later
was a citizen of Durham and became quite rich, was a pale, sallow-looking boy
at the time Pinhook was experiencing its balmiest days. He carried watermelons
out to the old camp ground, piled them up in the fence corners, and sold them
to the wagoners who doubtless found them refreshing after their long draughts
of fiery corn liquor which they bought from the Pinhook grog shop. In this way,
he started a fortune which became quite considerable before his death.</div>
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being a favorite stopping place for the wagoners, Pinhook was known for miles
around. Its fame spread as far as twelve or fifteen miles northwest, as may to this
day be learned from the old inhabitants of the country communities and even the
students of the University at Chapel Hill had the habit of coming over when they
wished to go off on a lark. It was known as a place of brawls and rough-and-tumble
fights, drinking, gambling and other forms of amusement, where the natives and visitors
met to have a rough, roaring, and to them, glorious time.</div>
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[Taken from <i>An Annual Publication of Historical Papers</i>: Published by the Historical Society of Trinity College</div>
, Durham, N. C. 1906]<br />
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