World War I soldier
15 Monday Dec 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek
15 Monday Dec 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek
14 Sunday Dec 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Dingess, Queens Ridge, Whirlwind
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Anthony Bryant, Appalachia, Breeden, consumption, Dingess, genealogy, George Browning, Georgia Lowe, ginseng, Gypsie Riddell, Harts Creek, history, Island Creek, James Tomblin, Jerry Sias, John Carter, John Manns, Logan Banner, Logan County, Luke Curry, Margaret, Mullins & Riddell, Nila Baisden, Oma Workman, Pearl Perry, Peter Mullins, Pollie Tomblin, Queens Ridge, Roxie McCloud, Shirley Collins, West Virginia, Whirlwind, Wid Dalton, William Tomblin
An unnamed correspondent at Whirlwind in Upper Hart, Logan County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Banner printed on Friday, August 18, 1911:
The recent dry weather is doing considerable damage to crops in this section.
Peter Mullins and Jno. Carter were business callers at Whirlwind on day recently.
Miss Shirley Collins were shopping at Whirlwind, Thursday.
Tone Bryant was among the Whirlwind visitors Friday.
James Tomblin of Queen’s Ridge was visiting his brother, William Tomblin, Thursday.
Quite a crowd of ginseng diggers passed this place Monday en route for Island Creek.
Jerry Sias is doing Mullins & Riddell’s hauling from Dingess to Whirlwind.
James Mullins was calling on Miss Georgia Lowe Saturday and Sunday.
Rev. Jno. Mans preached an interesting sermon at this place Sunday.
Misses Georgia Lowe and Nila Baisden were calling on Miss Roxie and Margaret McCloud, Sunday.
Miss Oma Workman returned home from Breading Sunday where she has been staying with Mrs. Pearl Perry.
George Browning and Miss Gypsie Riddell were united in marriage last Friday at the bride’s home.
Miss Pollie Tomblin is very low with consumption at this writing.
Reece Dalton is hauling ties for Mullins & Riddell.
James Mullins and Luke Curry were among the box supper visitors at McCloud Saturday night.
13 Saturday Dec 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Whirlwind
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Adam Mullins, Appalachia, Crit Mullins, Dingess Run, genealogy, ginseng, Harts Creek, history, Logan Banner, Logan County, McCloud, Mullins & Riddell, Phoebe Marcum, Sherman Adams, Wayne Farley, West Virginia, Whirlwind, Wid Dalton
“Red Eagle,” a local correspondent at Whirlwind in Upper Hart, Logan County, West Virginia, offered the following items dated August 8, which the Logan Banner printed on Friday, August 18, 1911:
The ginseng diggers made their return Friday from Dingess Run, where they were digging the vile weed.
Wid Dalton is hauling for Mullins & Riddell.
Wayne Farley of Gay, was calling on his best girl of McCloud, Sunday.
Adam Mullins was here Monday on business.
Sherman Adams and Crit Mullins were Whirlwind visitors the first of the week.
Miss Phoebe Marcum was calling at Whirlwind, Monday.
NOTE: More entries exist for this date, but they were too faded to read and transcribe.
12 Friday Dec 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Ferrellsburg, Halcyon, Holden, Whirlwind
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Bascum Nelson, Charles Spry, Charles W. Mullins, Crawley Creek, Elias Workman, Essie Adams, Ferrellsburg, genealogy, Gordon Farley, Halcyon, Harts Creek, history, Holden, John Carter, Josiah Tomblin, L.W. Mullins, Logan Banner, Logan County, Michael Kinser, Minnie Jonas, Peter Jonas, Peter M. Mullins, Sarah Gore, Sol Riddle, Solomon Adams Sr., Stephen Yank Mullins, Tema Adams, Thomas Carter, Thomas Smith, Toney Brothers, West Virginia, Whirlwind, White Sansom, whooping cough, William Dingess, William H. Workman
“Red Eagle,” a local correspondent at Whirlwind in Upper Hart, Logan County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Banner printed on Friday, July 14, 1911:
(Last week’s letter.)
Crops looking fine.
Uncle Tom Smith was at this place recently.
Mike Kinser was a business visitor this week.
Dr. Si Tomblin made a brief visit to Holden this week.
C.W. Mullins made a brief visit to this place Tuesday.
White Sansom, of Crawley, was here looking after cattle.
Peter Mullins, of Hoover, was here on business recently.
Sol Adams, Sr. transacted business at Whirlwind Thursday.
Misses Tema and Essie Adams were shopping here this week.
Chas. Spry and Gordon Farley passed here Monday with a fine drove of hogs, en route to Holden.
Mrs. A.F. Gore and Mrs. Wm. Dingess, of Halcyon, were shopping here this week.
The infant of John Carter has been very ill for a few days but is slowly recovering.
The infant child of Mr. and Mrs. Peter Jonas died of the whooping cough Tuesday July 4.
L.W. and Steve Mullins are hauling ties from this place to Ferrellsburg for Toney Bros.
Mrs. Bascum Nelson, of Holden visited her parents Mr. and Mrs. W.H. Workman last week.
Elias Workman and Thos. Carter have completed a fine chicken lot for S. Riddle, who, it is said, will go into the chicken business on a large scale.
11 Thursday Dec 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Culture of Honor, Shively
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Appalachia, Cecil Brumfield, genealogy, Harriet Brumfield, Harts Creek, history, John Brumfield, Logan County, photos, Smokehouse Fork, West Virginia

Cecil Brumfield, son of John and Harriet (Dingess) Brumfield, resident of Smokehouse Fork of Harts Creek, Logan County, WV. Courtesy of Kathy Adams.
11 Thursday Dec 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Holden, Whirlwind
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Burtie Riddell, Charles W. Mullins, Clara Bell Adams, Dennie Tomblin, Dingess, Dorca Smith, Florence Adams, Frances Baisden, Frank Adams, Frank James Sias, Frank Sias, genealogy, Harts Creek, history, Jackson Workman, James Mullins, Logan Banner, Logan County, Malinda Smith, Martha J. Tomblin, Moses Tomblin, Mullins & Riddell, Peter Mullins, Sol Riddell, spinal meningitis, Trace Fork, West Virginia, Whirlwind, William Carter, William H. Carter
An unnamed local correspondent at Whirlwind in Upper Hart, Logan County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Banner printed on Friday, June 9, 1911:
C.W. Mullins was visiting this place Monday.
S. Riddell made a business trip to Dingess Friday.
The recent rain did considerable good in this section.
Quite a crowd attended the box supper Saturday night.
Mrs. Frances Baisden was shopping in Whirlwind Wednesday.
Frank Adams made a flying trip to Whirlwind store Thursday.
Miss Burtie Riddell was visiting at Whirlwind last Tuesday.
Quite a number attended church at C.W. Mullins’ last Sunday.
The Misses Dorca and Malinda Smith left Monday for Holden.
Mullins & Riddell are having their business enlarged to some extent.
Mrs. Jackson Workman died at her home on Trace Wednesday of last week.
The Misses ____ Vanderpool and Phoebe Marcum were here Wednesday.
Moses Tomblin made a business trip to the forks of Hart last week Tuesday.
James Mullins and Frank Sias made a brief visit to William H. Mullins last Monday.
Mrs. Florence Adams and Clara Bell Adams were shopping in S. Riddell’s Thursday last.
Peter Mullins and William Carter have been working for Mullins & Riddell the past week.
Little Dennie, son of Mr. and Mrs. M. Tomblin, of Whirlwind, died Tuesday, June 5th, of spinal meningitis, after only a few days illness.
29 Friday Aug 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Lincoln County Feud
25 Monday Aug 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, John Hartford, Lincoln County Feud
25 Monday Aug 2014
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archaeology, Bill Bryant, Bill Mccoy, Billy Adkins, Brandon Kirk, Brownlow's Dream, Cheryl Bryant, Chip Clark, Dale Brown, David Haley, Doug Owsley, Green McCoy, Haley-McCoy grave, Harts Fas Chek, Jimmy McCoy, Joanna Wilson, John Hartford, John Imlay, Lara Lamarre, Lawrence Kirk, Malcolm Richardson, Milt Haley, New York City, Rebecca Redmond, Smithsonian, State Historic Preservation Office, Steve Haley, Ted Park, Ted Timreck
Sometime during the next few months, we decided that the grave exhumation would take place on May 6, 1998. I rolled into the Harts Fas Chek parking lot on the 4th and hung out with Brandon and Billy until after midnight. Steve and David Haley showed up the next day, as did Jimmy and Bill McCoy and their families. It wasn’t long until Doug Owsley arrived with his crew. His team consisted of four people: Malcolm Richardson, (his former boss and) the field supervisor; John Imlay and Dale Brown, chief excavators; and Rebecca Redmond, recorder. Along to chronicle the event was Chip Clark, a professional photographer; Ted Timreck, a video documentary specialist from New York City; and Ted Park, a writer for Smithsonian magazine.
I knew right away that these guys meant business.
We all went up to the grave that evening, but “the dig” didn’t start until early the next morning.
The weather was perfect and the hillside became alive with people. In addition to myself, the Haleys, the McCoys, Brandon, and Owsley’s crew, there was Billy Adkins, Lawrence Kirk, Bill and Cheryl Bryant (the property owners), and Lara Lamarre and Joanna Wilson of the State Historic Preservation Office.
Most of the day was filled with probing, scraping, talking and then — well — more probing, scraping and talking. Within an hour, the diggers verified that it was a single-shaft grave. As the day progressed, it became obvious that the grave was deeper than the estimated two feet.
Actually, it seemed to just keep “going,” causing us realize that the probes had been a bit deceiving.
At some point, Owsley’s diggers bumped into a coal seam, which had a small underground stream beneath it. Rich said the stream was a bad find because it had probably deteriorated Milt and Green’s bodies in its seasonal cycle of drying up and trickling over the last hundred or so years. He still felt, however, that teeth and certain larger bones might be preserved.
Just before nightfall, Rich said it would be best to stop working and cover the hole because it was supposed to rain sometime in the next few hours. Owsley mentioned that we were only inches away from the shaft floor…only inches — and he was sure of it this time. We were all too excited to go to bed, so we gathered around a big fire up by the grave. The Smithsonian folks requested that I play some fiddle tunes. I played “Brownlow’s Dream” and joked to Brandon that it might help “raise” Milt out of the ground. All jokes aside: it was a little spooky up there, in spite of the twenty or so people clustered around the fire. I remember shining my flashlight up the hill toward the grave every now and then just to make sure…
After about a half an hour, rain began to sprinkle on our gathering. We filed off of the hill and settled in to bed in Harts. Brandon and three of his buddies pitched a tent near the grave and spent the night as “guards.” All were descendants of major participants in the 1889 feud: either mobsters or members of the burial party. The rain soon dissipated, creating a starry night, and left them gathered around a fire and talking about the feud that claimed the lives of Milt and Green. It was an incredible night of stories. So many things had come full circle. For Brandon, it was overwhelming to just think about how he had earlier stood at Milt’s and Green’s grave surrounded by many descendants of the feudists. Expectations and anticipation was at a high water mark. Such was the excitement that Brandon and his friends didn’t go to sleep until around 5 a.m. when a heavy rain forced them into their tent.
Unfortunately, the rain came down in buckets during the early hours of the morning and created horrible working conditions for the forensic team. Their crude covering over the grave was no match for the rain, which whipped in from all angles. Most horribly, the rain caused the underground stream to gush forth and fill the bottom of the grave shaft completely.
After only a few frustrating hours of digging through clay, mud, and several inches of water, Owsley concluded that the crew had reached the bottom of the grave. They had not located a single bone, tooth, belt buckle or bullet fragment.
Even when Brandon fetched a cheap metal detector, the diggers couldn’t come up with anything.
Milt and Green were gone.
23 Saturday Aug 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek
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Bill Thompson, Bob Dingess, Chapman Adkins, Charles Curry, Ed Brumfield, Garnett Brumfield, genealogy, George H. Adkins, Harts Creek, history, Ira Tomblin, Josephine Robinson, Lincoln County, Logan Banner, Mattie Carter, Minerva Tomblin, Robert Robinson, Tom Brumfield, West Virginia
“Forget Me Not,” an unnamed local correspondent from Harts Creek in Lincoln County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Banner printed on Friday, November 30, 1923:
Mr. George H. Adkins is still driving Charley Curry’s mules for him.
Miss Nervie Tomblin and Bill Thompson were guests at Chas. Curry’s Sunday.
Wonder why Mr. Ira Tomblin is visiting the home of Mr. Curry’s so much.
Mattie Carter and Garnett Brumfield were out looking for their boys Sunday.
Mr. Tom Brumfield and Ed. Brumfield are giving out Preacher Curry’s appointment for him.
Chapman Adkins is clerking in Robt. Robinson’s store.
Robert Dingess was calling on Josephine Robinson, Sunday.
23 Saturday Aug 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Culture of Honor, Ed Haley, Harts, Lincoln County Feud
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Appalachia, archaeology, Brandon Kirk, Haley-McCoy grave, history, John Hartford, Lincoln County, Malcolm Richardson, Smithsonian Institution, West Fork, West Virginia
Just before Christmas, Brandon and I received a letter from Rich, at the Smithsonian, which provided us with some preliminary information on the gravesite:
The burial surface is a large shallow depression in the soil located on a steep slope. The depression is approximately one foot deep. The western side of the burial depression, presumably the head, is marked by two small rock cairns that feature natural upright stone slabs projecting from the tops. The opposite end (foot) is marked by two small rock cairns.
The burial appears to be shallow when probing in the deepest part of the depression, with the burial shaft floor located at a depth of approximately 2 feet.
The shaft is of sufficient size to have accommodated two persons lying side-by-side. It is very shallow, but this may have been due to haste during excavation of the burial pit, or it could have resulted from termination of the efforts of the grave diggers when they encountered the underlying siltstone strata.
Two items that could effect bone preservation were noted: oak trees are in the vicinity of the burial, and the tannin from these leaves can elevate the acid content of the soil; and the presence of some white clay also indicates soil acidity. However, the burial is on a steep slope and located high up near the brow of the ridge. The slope and wind action at that elevation could retard a significant accumulation of leaves. The slope also prevents any significant amount of water from collecting in the burial depression.
The remoteness of the burial site will make it necessary to complete the disinterment in a single day or else provide overnight guards.
21 Thursday Aug 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Ed Haley, Music
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Appalachia, Bernie Adams, culture, Dood Dalton, fiddle, fiddler, fiddling, genealogy, guitar, Harts Creek, history, life, music, photo, U.S. South, West Virginia
20 Wednesday Aug 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Culture of Honor, Harts, Lincoln County Feud, Timber
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Appalachia, archaeology, Brandon Kirk, Haley-McCoy grave, Harts Creek, history, John Hartford, John Imlay, Lincoln County, Lincoln County Feud, logging, Malcolm Richardson, photos, Smithsonian Institution, Steve Haley, timbering, West Fork, West Virginia

John Hartford and Steve Haley at the Haley-McCoy grave, West Fork of Harts Creek, Lincoln County, WV, 1997

John Hartford and Steve Haley with the Smithsonian crew, West Fork of Harts Creek, Lincoln County, WV, 1997
20 Wednesday Aug 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Culture of Honor, Ed Haley, Harts, Lincoln County Feud
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Brandon Kirk, Ed Haley, feud, Green McCoy, Haley-McCoy grave, John Hartford, John Imlay, Lawrence Kirk, Lincoln County Feud, Low Gap, Malcolm Richardson, Melvin Kirk, Milt Haley, Smithsonian, Steve Haley, Walker Family Cemetery, writing
The following morning, Brandon and I met Steve Haley at the bus. Not long afterwards, two men drove up in a white SUV and eased out toward us. The Smithsonian forensic crew had arrived. They were dressed ordinary and casually, except for very “official-looking” black caps adorned with golden seals. The driver, a large man with a rough voice and commanding presence, introduced himself as Malcolm Richardson – or “Rich,” as he preferred to be called. The other fellow, younger than Rich, tall and seemingly jolly, was John Imlay. We almost immediately piled into their vehicle and headed for the grave.
Upon reaching the logging road at Low Gap, Rich decided not to use it to drive up to the grave. Instead, we parked just off the hill near the Walker Family Cemetery and headed up the hill on foot. We were barely there when Lawrence Kirk, who’d shown me the gravesite back in 1993, popped out of the bushes. He’d preferred to “rough it” up the hill, somehow making it up the slope and through the brush in a pair of dress shoes, offering his assistance with any questions Richardson and Imlay might have about the site. It was neat having Lawrence there since his grandfather Melvin Kirk had helped bury Milt and Green in 1889. Steve Haley’s presence also was noteworthy in that it marked the first time, so far as we knew, that any of Ed’s family had ever been to the site. (We don’t know if Ed went there.)
As we watched Rich and Imlay probe their metal rods into the grave, we clung to their every word — every theory, question and comment. I guess it would be fair to say that we were hoping for some kind of “breakthrough revelation” from their probing…but the whole thing was over in about thirty minutes. Still, we were all electrified with excitement. For the rest of the day, we talked about every minute detail of our “probing experience:” the rods, how they worked, what they revealed and so forth. Then came all of the wild theories about what was actually down in the grave. We could hardly wait until spring.
19 Tuesday Aug 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Lincoln County Feud, Spottswood, Warren
17 Sunday Aug 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Timber
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Appalachia, culture, Harts Creek, history, life, Logan County, logging, photos, timbering, U.S. South, West Virginia
17 Sunday Aug 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Culture of Honor, Harts, Lincoln County Feud
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Ben Adams, Ben Walker, Bill Fowler, Billy Adkins, Brandon Kirk, Cat Fry, Chapmanville High School, Charley Davis, Ed Haley, French Bryant, Fry, Green McCoy, Harts Creek, Henderson Dingess, history, Iris Williams, James Davis, John Brumfield, John Hartford, John W Runyon, Kentucky, Lincoln County, miller, Milt Haley, Spring Branch, West Fork, West Virginia, writing
That evening, Brandon and I met up with Billy Adkins and went to see James Davis on West Fork. James lived on Spring Branch of West Fork, a little hollow just across the creek from Iris Williams. A few years back, his older brother Charlie had told Brandon about seeing Ed win a twenty dollar gold piece in a contest at the old Chapmanville High School.
We found the eighty-something-year-old James laying on the couch with a little fuzzy dog crawling all over him like a monkey. He said he didn’t remember Ed, so I mentioned how he was Milt Haley’s son, which got an immediate reaction. He had heard the story of Milt’s death from Cat Fry, although he didn’t immediately offer up any details. Actually, James was hesitant to talk about the 1889 murders — almost as if the participants were still around and living next door. His answers to our questions were very evasive.
We learned from James that it was Bill Fowler (not John Runyon or Ben Adams) who hired Milt and Green to ambush Al. It was all over competition between businesses. Fowler was a saloon operator and a gristmill operator, while Brumfield ran a log boom.
“They was all there making money,” he said. “You know how that stirs up trouble. Some a making a little more money than others. They was bucking one another, like money men does.”
Milt and Green ambushed Al and Hollena one Sunday as they rode down the creek on a single horse after a visit with Henderson Dingess. In the attack, Mr. Brumfield was shot through the arm, while his wife was shot in the face. Milt and Green were soon captured in Kentucky by the Adkinses and Brumfields, who held them them at Fry. Neither man would admit to anything so John Brumfield shot one of them in the head. He reputedly put his toe at the hole and said, “I put a bullet right there.”
Brumfield was himself shot in the head a few years later.
French Bryant, “who was pretty hard to handle,” was also involved in the killings.
Afterwards, people were afraid to touch Milt’s and Green’s bodies until Ben Walker allowed them to be buried on his property. The whole event “shook people up pretty bad.” Fowler sold out at the mouth of Harts and moved away.
16 Saturday Aug 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Music
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Appalachia, culture, genealogy, guitars, Harts Creek, history, life, Logan County, music, photos, U.S. South, West Virginia
16 Saturday Aug 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Lincoln County Feud, Shively, Warren
16 Saturday Aug 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Culture of Honor, Ed Haley, John Hartford, Lincoln County Feud, Warren
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Ben Adams, Bertha Mullins, Bill Thompson, Billie Brumfield, Brandon Kirk, Buck Fork, Cas Baisden, crime, Dingess, Dump Farley, Ed Haley, Ewell Mullins, Greasy George Adams, Green Shoal, Harts Creek, history, Imogene Haley, Jim Martin, John Frock Adams, John Hartford, Jonas Branch, Lincoln County Feud, Liza Mullins, Milt Haley, moonshining, Peter Mullins, Weddie Mullins, West Virginia, writing
Cas knew that Ed sold his homeplace at the mouth of Jonas Branch to Ewell Mullins. He said it originally stood below a big sugar tree in the bottom above Uncle Peter’s. (It was moved on logs.) It was a “little old two-room plank house” consisting of the “eating room,” which had a flat-rock chimney in the back with a fireplace and a “sleeping room.”
Cas best described the kitchen, which was just “out at the back” of the house.
“They wasn’t no floor in it,” he said. “It just sat on the ground. It was the length of the house — I guess maybe about eight feet wide — and they cooked out there in that. They cooked out there, packed it in, and set it on the table and they eat and everything in the same house. I’ve seen that old woman, Ewell’s wife, put fence rails in the stove — had a cook stove — and she’d stick them in there and set a chair on them till they burnt up to where they wouldn’t fall out. Me and her old man and his brother, we’d go up on that cliff and drag wood down that creek and the snow knee deep.”
Brandon asked Cas about the fate of Ewell’s house and he said they first enlarged it.
“We moved an old storehouse we had down the field there out there and put it beside of it,” he said. “It was there when the old man Ewell died ’cause the old storehouse had a crack up over the bed and his mother come in there and she was whining about that. Man, the snow’d blow in at him.”
Cas continued, “Then we turned around and tore that down and built this other to it. Tore that other’n down and built it back, too.”
He said the newer home was built on the same spot as the old one but it didn’t resemble it in any way.
Based on this testimony, we concluded that Ewell’s original home was truly gone.
Speaking of Uncle Peter, Brandon asked about him.
“Ah, he was a tomcat now, that old man was,” Cas said. “He was crippled in one foot and he walked on the back of it. Had his shoe made turned back. Prohibition men would come in and… I’ve seen him down there right below where Kate lived — he’d go out and hit that cliff. He’d get them bushes and swing up and go right up over them cliffs. He was bad to drink in his last few years. Well, they all the time made liquor and fooled with it. Finally got to drinking the stuff.”
Cas said Peter was bad to fight if provoked but Aunt Liza “was just like all other old women. She was a good old woman. She just stood and cooked.”
Cas thought that Ed’s mother was related to Uncle Peter, but wasn’t sure how.
“Wasn’t his dad named Milt Haley?” he asked.
Yeah.
“Well, you know they killed him down there around Green Shoal,” he said. “I heard somebody not too long ago a talking about them taking them over there and hanging them. I never did know too much about it. Nobody never talked too much about things back then.”
Cas had also heard about Ben Adams but didn’t know of his involvement in the 1889 troubles. He said Ben was a “pretty mean fellow” who lived in a log cabin still standing just up the creek.
“He had some kind of a brewery up here,” Cas said. “They had it built back in the bank. Sold booze there. Bootleg joint. I don’t know if all the old rocks and things is gone from there or not. He lived on Trace when he killed Jim Martin.”
Part of Ben’s old mill-dam was reportedly still visible in the creek at the Greasy George Adams place.
Cas told us again about Weddie Mullins’s death at Dingess, West Virginia. Weddie was an uncle to Ed Haley.
“I never did know too much about it,” he said. “We was little when that happened, I guess. Him and some of them Dingesses got into it and they shot and killed Weddie. And old man John Adams went down and looked at him, said, ‘What do you think about him?’ ‘Oh, I believe he’ll make it.’ Said he just hoisted that pistol, brother, and shot him right in the head and killed him. Said, ‘I know he won’t make it now.'”
This “old man John Adams” was Emma Haley’s half-brother, “John Frock.”
Cas said John could be ruthless.
“His wife was a coming out the gate and he shot her in the head and killed her,” he said. “Shot her whole head off. He was a little feller. He lived right there where Louie and them lived.”
Cas didn’t know what that killing was over.
“Back here at one time it was dangerous to even stick your head out of the door, son,” he said. “Why, everybody packed guns. Anybody’d kill you.”
The jockey grounds were rough places.
“A fella tried to run a horse over me up there at the mouth of Buck Fork and Billie Brumfield laid a pistol between his eyes and said, ‘You run that horse over him, you’ll never run it over nobody else.’ I believe it was before he killed his daddy.”
Cas said Dump Farley was at a jockey ground one time “right down under the hill from where Bill Thompson lived in that cornfield playing poker and he shot the corn all down. Talk about fellers a rolling behind the stumps and things.”
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