Wednesday, November 22, 2017

The Sad Tale of the Perquimans County Sheriff


A Sheriff Gagged and Robbed.

            It is stated, that Sheriff Jno. H. Cox, of Perquimans county, was met on the road two miles out of Hertford, the county seat, by two masked men, one armed with a double barrel gun and the other with a pistol, who gagged and tied him to a tree and robbed him of $1642 in money. He was thus found two hours after by some one passing. No clue to the perpetrators.
            Sheriff Cox was taking the money to Edenton [Chowan Co.] to express to Treasurer Worth.

[The Chatham Record (Pittsboro, NC) 20 Feb 1879]

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            Sheriff J. H. Cox—This gentleman reached this city (Raleigh, Wake co.) Thursday night. He is the sheriff who had the misfortune to be robbed a few days ago in Perquimans county of $1,642. The foot-pads took him from his buggy at the point of a double-barreled gun and pistol and despoiled him of his tax money. He says that being tied for two hours to a tree is all very fine for boys to read about in a yellow-back novel, 4 for a dime, but devilish poor fun for a sheriff who has got to devote his term of office to
retrenchment in order to get even again.

[The Charlotte Democrat (Charlotte, NC) 21 Feb 1879]

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HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES.
Wednesday, Feb. 26, 1879

night session.

            Bill for the relief of Jno. H. Cox, sheriff of Perquimans county. Passed

[Observer (Raleigh, NC) 22 Feb 1879 and 27 Feb 1879]

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            Robert White has been elected Sheriff of the county of Perquimans to succeed Jno. Cox [who] resigned.

[The Weekly Economist Elizabeth City, NC) 9 Sep 1879]


Monday, November 20, 2017

Halifax County Archaeological Find
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            Ancient Americans.—The work men engaged in opening a way for the projected railroad between Weldon (Halifax Co.) and Garysburg  (Northampton Co.), N.C., struck, about a mile from the former place in a bank beside the river, a catacomb of skeletons, supposed to be those of Indians of a remote age, a lost and forgotten race. The bodies exhumed were of a strange and remarkable formation.
            The skulls were nearly an inch in thickness; the teeth were filed sharp as those of cannibals, the enamel perfectly preserved; the bones were of wonderful length and strength, the former being probably as great as eight of nine feet. Near their heads were sharp stone arrows, some mortars in which their corn was brayed, and the bowls and pipes, apparently of soapstone. The teeth of the skeletons are said to be as large as those of a horse.
            The bodies were found closely packed together, laid tier on tier, as it seemed. There was no discernable ingress or egress to the mound. The mystery is who these giants were, to what race they belonged, to what era, and how they came to be buried there. To these inquiries no answer has yet been made, and meantime the ruthless spaces continue to cleave skull and body asunder, throwing up in mangled masses the bones of this heroic tribe. It is hoped that some effort will be made to preserve authentic and accurate accounts of these discoveries, and to throw some light, if possible, on the lost tribe whose bones are thus rudely disturbed from their sleep in the earth’s bosom.—Raleigh Republican

[The Charlotte Observer (Charlotte, NC) 26 May 1874]

Note: I wonder what happened to these artifacts?

Sunday, October 29, 2017

How Sweet It Is—Molasses

            Before World War I, molasses, known as treacle in England, was the main sweetening agent throughout the United States. In the South, much of what was called molasses was really sorghum syrup, made from the juice of the sorghum plant. People bought it by the gallon and used it in many different ways.
            The production of sorghum syrup aka molasses was often a community affair. Usually, one or two people had a reputation of being good molasses cooks and they would be in charge of how everything was done. The residents of Goose Creek Island[1] in Pamlico County grew sorghum and produced their own sorghum molasses. The process is described in the book The Goose Creek Islander 1879-1974.
            In the fall, the sorghum stalks (similar in appearance to corn) were stripped of their leaves and “stalks were cut and piled heads and tails together. The heads were cut off and when dried, children parched them like corn and ate them.”
            The juice was removed from the canes by a press. It takes about 10 gallons of juice to produce 1 gallon of syrup. “The press which was used to squeeze the juice from the cane was turned by a horse or mule which was harnessed to a twelve or fourteen foot pole and operated clockwise. The horses had to be changed frequently because they became drunk from walking in circles. The prepared cane stalks were fed into the press, small end first, by men and as the juice was squeezed, it ran into a bucket, lard tub, or any available container.”

This is a picture of a sorghum press in the mountains of North Carolina.
Taken from Digital lHeritage Organization - https://digitalheritage.org/2010/08/making-sorghum/

            The sorghum syrup was produced by boiling it several times. “A furnace, which was approximately six by four feet, was used to cook the molasses juice. The furnace, fired with wood, contained seven cooking vats. The raw juice was poured into the first vat and as it cooked, it was stirred with wooden paddles. After some of the water was cooked from the juice, the juice was let out of this vat through a trap door into the next vat. This process continued until the juice was syrup or molasses.”
            As the juice boiled down, a greenish foam formed on top. “Parents made wooden paddles for their children to use to dip the foam off the juice as it was cooking. That was a great treat for children, because they didn’t get the sweets our children get today.
            “The cooked molasses was stored in wooden barrels and used for sopping, baking cakes and cookies, making candy, and as a sweetener. If overcooked, the molasses turned to sugar, but was still used in baking and as a sweetener. If undercooked, the molasses tasted green."
            Each of Goose Creek Island’s communities had a molasses cooker.[2] “The earliest known resident of Lowland to operate a molasses cooker was Benajah Carawan (1825-1892). Benajah’s son, Jesse Carawan (1858-1935), operated the molasses cooker on a road that branched off the Middle Prong Road and led to the Jesse Carawan Landing. At Jesse Carawan’s death, his son, John Carawan, (1886 -1962) operated the molasses cooker. John Carawan moved the cooker to … the main road in Lowland."



Located long Lowland Road (SR 1230) just west of where this route and SR 1232 intersect, is this two-story frame house and barn where Jesse Monroe Carawan (1858-1935), son of Benajah Carawan once lived.  The old cistern, used for the family’s water supply, can be seen at the corner of the front porch.  
Pictures taken in January 2002. William Odell Spain Photographic Collection  http://www.ncgenweb.us/pamlico/spainodell/photos/carawanjessemonroe_house.html 
            “The first known molasses cooker on Hobucken was purchased new by the Farmer’s Alliance members in 1890. It was operated by Simeon Sadler (1854-1914) on the Steve Jones property across from the present Virgil Carawan home site. Louis Goodwin (?-1908) took over the operation of the molasses cooker from Simeon Sadler and moved the cooker to a site behind the Wade Barnett home. After the death of Louis Goodwin, the cooker was moved around the community so each cane farmer could use it.”


 [Taken from The Goose Creek Islander 1874-1974]

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[1] Goose Creek Island is at the northeastern point of Pamlico County, cut off from the mainland by the intercoastal waterway. In 1874, the residents of Goose Creek Island’s two communities —Hobucken and Lowlands—voted to become part of Pamlico County, rather than Beaufort. The island is a magnet for fishermen and duck hunters and is home to a unit of the U.S. Coast Guard, which is located on the Intracoastal Waterway. The book, The Goose Creek Islander 1879-1974, was compiled to commemorate the centennial of Goose Island in Pamlico.
[2] The event of making sorghum syrup and sorghum molasses would typically see the ladies of the community as skimmers while their men brought the cane in from the fields and ran it through the rollers of the cane mill. However, only the "syrup master" could pronounce the end compartment ready to be "poured up." It was his practiced eye and keen sense of taste that told him when it was time. Fain’s Sorghum Molasses http://fainshoney.com/test/descriptions/sorghumMolasses.asp