Sheriff Joe D. Hatfield, Son of Devil Anse (1962)
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28 Thursday Apr 2022
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On July 24, 1990, scholar Rebecca Bailey interviewed Orville McCoy (b.1922) of Raccoon Creek, Kentucky. What follows here is an excerpt of Mr. McCoy’s memories of his grandfather “Squirrel Huntin'” Sam McCoy and his book.
RB: Okay. What kind of stories did you hear about the feud when you were growing up?
OM: Well, about such materials you’ll find in my book. I recorded just about everything I knew about it.
RB: Do you know how your grandfather came to write his manuscript?
OM: Yes, he wrote in the year, I believe it was, 1931 while he was in St. Louis, Missouri. We all also got that information recorded in the book.
RB: How come him to be in St. Louis? Do you know?
OM: Well, he went west in the year about nineteen and ten and I think he first went to California and then back to Kansas and…and then to St. Louis.
RB: Did he take his wife and children with him?
OM: Yes. He took his whole family except my dad. He was the only one stayed here at Racoon.
RB: Was he the oldest? Is that why he stayed?
OM: No, he wasn’t the oldest. Yeah. I guess he was the oldest. He was the only child by him and his first wife, America Goff.
RB: Did she die or did they divorce?
OM: Well, yeah. She died young.
RB: How old was your father when his father left to go out west?
OM: That would be pretty hard for me to figure, I don’t bet. You could go to my book and deduct and subtract a little there and come up with an answer.
RB: He was probably a young man, though, because he had twelve children by the time you were born so he was probably a young man and married.
OM: Yeah. I’d say he should have been around thirty, something like that.
RB: Did your father remember any of the events of the feud or hear about them?
OM: No, he couldn’t remember any of the incidents, I don’t think except what was told to him.
RB: Alright. Do you have much contact with any of your McCoy cousins?
OM: Oh, yeah. I correspond with them. I got some in Kansas. Joshua Tree, California, and Tacoma, Washington, Remington, Washington, Pennsylvania.
RB: We were talking off tape. You said that a lot of McCoys didn’t stay in this area.
OM: No, they was quite a few of them went out west.
RB: Did they go looking for work or…?
OM: I guess they was seeking adventure.
RB: How did you come to have the manuscript that “Squirrel Huntin'” Sam wrote?
OM: Well, I obtained it from Sam when he was out here to pay us a visit in 1937.
RB: What kind of person was he?
OM: Oh, he was quite a tall man. About six foot or better.
RB: What do you remember about him?
OM: Well, when he visited us, he came out here to visit us about three times in the thirties. First come in ’36. ’38. Maybe ’39. He died in ’40. They shipped him back here.
RB: Do you know where he’s buried?
OM: Yeah.
RB: Where’s he buried?
OM: He’s buried in Collins Cemetery in the head of Frozen Creek.
RB: Okay. Were you always interested as a child in in your family history?
OM: Well, not in the early years. I always held on to that book though and preserved it. I guess I was around fifty-eight years when I let them publish it.
RB: Would you tell me on tape again who published it for you?
OM: Dr. Leonard Roberts of Pikeville College.
RB: Why was he interested in it? Do you know?
OM: Dr. Roberts?
RB: Un-huh.
OM: Well, he was working for the college and that’s how he… Well, it benefited the college, you know, doing Appalachian study centers, they called it. He published books and so on for them.
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21 Thursday Apr 2022
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On June 21, 1989, scholar John Hennen interviewed Tom Chafin (1911-1997) of Williamson, West Virginia. What follows here is an excerpt of Mr. Chafin’s story about the death of his grandfather Ellison Hatfield in 1882 and other general memories of the Hatfield family.
JH: Okay, let’s go ahead and just follow that line. Tell me about Ellison Hatfield. And of course Ellison Hatfield was one of the participants in the early days of the so called Hatfield and McCoy feud.
TC: He’s the one that the McCoys killed. Uh, he lived up Mate Creek at the mouth of a hollow they call Double Camp Holler. He came down to Matewan here and got with some of his friends and they had a saloon here. It was called a saloon then, not the liquor store like we call it.
JH: Do you have any idea where that saloon was?
TC: Uh…the saloon was close to where the liquor store is now.
JH: Okay.
TC: I’m…I’m sure it was in the same building. That’s the Buskirk building. And he got with some of his friends and they got to drinking and was a having an election across the river in Pike County, Kentucky. Just across the river here. And he said to them said, some of his friends said, “Let’s go over and see how the elections goin’,” and when they got over there, they got into it with them and he was cut all to pieces with knives. He didn’t die in Kentucky. They loaded him up and hauled him back in a wagon. They hauled him back through the river up here at the upper end of Matewan and took him to Warm Holler. Now this is Warm Holler straight across from the bank on the right goin’ down there. You go across the railroad tracks. Uncle Anse Ferrell lived there. That was Ellison’s uncle. Uncle Anse Ferrell lived there in a big old log house. And they took Ellison there to his house that evening and he stayed there all that evening, all that night, and all day the next day and died the next evening. Just about dark. But in the mean time now, the Hatfields captured the three McCoy boys that they said did the killin’ of Ellison. Cuttin’ him up with knives. They captured them and took them up to a place they call North Matewan just out of Matewan here. They had and old school house there at the mouth of Rutherford Hollow. And they had an old school house there at the mouth of Rutherford Holler and that’s where they kept the three McCoy boys. All this evening, all night tonight, all day tomorrow, until tomorrow evening. And they brought him back down here, took him across the river and then a little drain, I call it, instead of a holler. It’s not a holler, it’s just a drain where water runs out where you go up to the radio station. That’s where they tied them to three papaw bushes. Now, we don’t have any papaw bushes around like we used to. We used to have whole orchards of them but they all disappeared. Why, they was papaws everywhere You could pick up a bushel of papaws anywhere when I was a boy. But you don’t even see a papaw tree any more. They said they tied them to three papaw bushes and killed all three of them.
JH: And this was after Ellison died?
TC: They waited until Ellison died. Say he died this evening and they went up there and got them and took them over there I believe the next morning.
JH: Who were some of the Hatfields involved in this?
TC: Well, to be exact, I’d say Cap… Cap was the head man. He was Devil Anse’s oldest son.
JH: I’d like you to tell me a little bit more about Cap Hatfield and well, do you have a personal memory of Devil Anse? I know you have been to his house when you were a boy.
TC: No.
JH: You can’t remember anything directly about him?
TC: I’ve been to his house. I know where his house is. I knew what kind of house it was. It was a log house and it had a window in that end of it and a window in this end of it and it was across the creek. I could show you right where it is on Island Creek over there and I can remember goin’ over there with my grandfather Mose Chafin. Now, he was a brother to Devil Anse’s wife, Aunt Vicy. We’d go over and see Aunt Vicy after Uncle Anse had died. I believe he died in 1921 and I was ten years old when he died. And when I would go over there with him, probably I was twelve or thirteen or something like that, after Uncle Anse had died. And we’d ride a horse. I’d ride on the hind and my grandfather Mose Chafin. And I could tell you exactly how to go. We’d go up Mate Creek across the hill into Beech Creek and from Beech Creek into Pigeon Creek and Pigeon Creek into Island Creek.
JH: And Vicy was still living at that time?
TC: Yeah.
JH: So you knew her then?
TC: Yeah. She was a pretty big fat woman. She wasn’t too big and fat. She was about, say, hundred and sixty, something like that, I’m guessin’. I’m gonna guess it. About a hundred and sixty pound. Anyhow, she was a big fat woman.
JH: Now, Cap lived on up into…to be an old man?
TC: Yeah. Willis is the last man that…last one to die.
JH: He was the son of Devil Anse also?
TC: Yeah. I was with him at a birthday party for Allen Hatfield on Beech Creek. That was his cousin. Allen was Elias’ boy* and he was Ellison’s boy**. Willis was. That made them first cousins and Willis was the only Hatfield left on Island Creek so we got him to come to that… Allen’s boy Estil Hatfield got him to come over to the birthday party, and I believe Truman went with me. He died in seventy-eight. I can tell you when he died.
JH: Willis?
TC: Willis died. Last child that Devil Anse had died in seventy-eight. 1978.
*Should read as “Wall’s boy”
**Should read as “Anse’s boy”
21 Thursday Apr 2022
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A.W. Ferrell, Asa McCoy, David Mounts, Ephraim Hatfield, genealogy, Hatfield-McCoy Feud, history, John Ferrell, Joseph Simpkins, justice of the peace, Logan County, Magnolia District, Michael A. Ferrell, Mingo County, Samuel F. Varney, Wall Hatfield, West Virginia, William Tiller
The following list of justices of the peace for Magnolia District in present-day Mingo County, West Virginia, is based on historical documents available at the Logan County Courthouse in Logan. Several things to consider: (1) The list will be expanded over time based on new research; (2) the targeted area for this research is the Hatfield-McCoy feud region; (3) some justices included in this list may have in fact been located outside of the feud region; (4) dates for justices are primarily derived from deeds and county court/commissioner records; and (5) Mingo County was formed from Logan County in 1895.
John Ferrell (1838)
April 26, 1838
David Mounts (1838-1840)
April 26, 1838
January 31, 1840
March 23, 1840
August 22, 1840
Samuel F. Varney (1861)
March 14, 1861
Ephraim Hatfield (1861)
March 14, 1861
William Tiller (1867)
October 1867
Valentine “Wall” Hatfield (1870-1885)
February 11, 1873
April 8-9, 1873
August 12-16, 1873
February 10-12, 1874
October 13-14, 1874
December 8-12, 1874
December 29, 1874
August 10, 1875
October 12-16, 1875
August 8-9, 1876
elected October 10, 1876
July 1, 1878
October 1879
July 1880
December 10, 1880
December 14, 1880
appointed June 13, 1881
January 28, 1882
July 22, 1885
Asa McCoy (1873-1876)
February 11-12, 1873
August 12-16, 1873
December 9-12, 1873
June 16, 1874
October 22, 1874
December 9, 1874
February 11, 1875
June 9, 1875
June 13-17, 1876
August 8-9, 1876
Ephraim Hatfield (1876-1878)
elected October 10, 1876
February 11, 1878
A.W. Ferrell (1880)
April 1880
referenced on February 8, 1881 as a former justice
Joseph Simpkins (1882)
appointed to fill unexpired term, October 17, 1882
Michael A. Ferrell (1888)
elected November 6, 1888
23 Tuesday Nov 2021
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Daniel Whitt’s testimony in the Johnse Hatfield murder trial provides one version of the Hatfield raid upon Randolph McCoy’s home on January 1, 1888:
Q. “Do you know Randolph McCoy?”
A. “Yes sir.”
Q. “Do you know Cap Hatfield?”
A. “Yes sir.”
Q. “Do you know Robert Hatfield, Ellison Mounts, Elliot Hatfield, Charles Gillespie, Thomas Mitchell, and Anderson Hatfield?”
A. “Yes sir.”
Q. “Do you remember of the old man McCoy’s house being burned?”
A. “Yes sir, I heard of it.”
Q. “Where were you a short time before that occurred?”
A. “Three days before Christmas I was in the neighborhood of the Hatfield’s.”
Q. “Who was with you?”
A. “Ance Hatfield, Jim Vance, Johnson Hatfield, Cap Hatfield, Charles Gillespie, and Tom Mitchell, I believe about all of the bunch.”
Q. “What were you doing together and how long had you been together?”
A. “About three days and nights.”
Q. “Were all of you armed?”
A. “Yes sir.”
Q. “What were you doing armed and together?”
A. “Just traveling in the woods most of the time.”
Q. “What did you sleep on?”
A. “We carried our quilts with us.”
Q. “Who was your captain?”
A. “Jim Vance.”
Q. “What was the purpose of your getting together?”
A. “They claimed the purpose was to get out of the way of the Kentucky authorities.”
Q. “What else did they claim?”
A. “When I left them we came to Henry Mitchell’s to get dinner. They wouldn’t let me hear what they had to talk about. Cap asked me if I was going to Kentucky with them. Said they were going to Kentucky to kill Randolph and Jim McCoy and settle the racket. He asked me if I was going with them and I said that I was not. He said that I would go or I would go to hell. I said that I would go to hell. Elias came and took me off. We slept in a shuck pen. When he got to sleep I ran away and went to Pocahontas and was there when this occurred.”
Q. “Was Johnson present when Cap was talking?”
A. “He was in the yard close enough to hear, and he came up to me when Cap was talking and took Cap out and had a talk with him.”
Source: Bill of exceptions at the office of the Clerk of the Court of Appeals in Kentucky, Frankfort, KY.
30 Saturday Oct 2021
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Howard B. Lee, former Attorney General of West Virginia, provided this account of Nancy Hatfield (widow of Cap) in the early 1970s:
“Mrs. Hatfield, we have talked much about an era that is gone. Feuds are ended, railroads and paved highways have come, the huge coal industry has developed, churches and schools are everywhere, and people are educated. Now, I would like to know something about you.”
This is the brief life-story of the remarkable and unforgettable Nancy Elizabeth Hatfield, as she related it to me.
She was Nancy Elizabeth Smith, called “Nan” by her family and friends, born in Wayne County, West Virginia, September 10, 1866. (She died August 24, 1942). In her early years, she lived “close enough to the Ohio River,” she said, “to see the big boats that brought people and goods up from below.” She attended a country school three months out of the year, and acquired the rudiments of a common school education, plus a yearning for wider knowledge.
While she was still a young girl her parents moved by push-boat up the Big Sandy and Tug rivers into what is now Mingo County, then Logan County. They settled in the wilderness on Mate Creek, near the site of the present town of Matewan.
“Why they made that move,” said Nancy Elizabeth, “I have never understood.”
In her new environment, in the summer of 1880, when she was 14 years old, Nancy Elizabeth married Joseph M. Glenn, an enterprising young adventurer from Georgia, who had established a store in the mountains, and floated rafts of black walnut logs, and other timber, down the Tug and Big Sandy rivers to the lumber mills of Catlettsburg, Ky., and Portsmouth, Ohio.
Two years after their marriage Glenn was waylaid and murdered by a former business associate, named Bill Smith–no relation to Nancy Elizabeth. Smith escaped into the wilderness and was never apprehended. The 16-year-old widow was left with a three-weeks old infant son, who grew into manhood and for years, that son, the late Joseph M. Glenn, was a leading lawyer in the city of Logan.
On October 11, 1883, a year after her husband’s death, at the age of 17, Nancy Elizabeth married the 19-year-old Cap Hatfield, second son of Devil Anse.
“He was the best looking young man in the settlement,” she proudly told me.
But at that time Cap had little to recommend him, except his good looks. He was born Feb. 6, 1864, during the Civil War, and grew up in a wild and lawless wilderness, where people were torn and divided by political and sectional hatreds and family feuds–a rugged, mountain land, without roads, schools, or churches.
When he married, Cap could neither read nor write, but he possessed the qualities necessary for survival in that turbulent time and place–he was “quick on the draw, and a dead shot.”
“When we were married, Cap was not a very good risk as a husband,” said Nancy Elizabeth. “The feud had been going on for a year, and he was already its most deadly killer. Kentucky had set a price on his head. But we were young, he was handsome, and I was deeply in love with him. Besides, he was the best shot on the border, and I was confident that he could take care of himself–and he did.”
Nancy Elizabeth taught her handsome husband to read and write, and imparted to him the meager learning she had acquired in the country school in Wayne County. But, more important, the she instilled into him her own hunger for knowledge.
Cap had a brilliant mind, and he set about to improve it. He and Nancy Elizabeth bought and read many books on history and biography, and they also subscribed for and read a number of the leading magazines of their day. In time they built up a small library or good books, which they read and studied along with their children.
At the urging of Nancy Elizabeth, Cap decided to study law, and enrolled at the University Law School at Huntington, Tennessee. But six months later, a renewal of the feud brought him back to the mountains. He never returned to law school, but continued his legal studies at home, and was admitted to the bar in Wyoming and Mingo counties. However, he never practiced the profession.
Nancy Elizabeth and Cap raised seven of their nine children, and Nancy’ss eyes grew moist as she talked of the sacrifices she and Cap had made that their children might obtain the education fate had denied to their parents. But her face glowed with a mother’s pride as she said:
“All our children are reasonably well educated. Three are college graduates, and the others attended college from one to three years. But, above everything else, they are all good and useful citizens.”
As I left the home of the remarkable and unforgettable Nancy Hatfield, I knew that I had been in the presence of a queenly woman–a real “Mountain Queen.”
Source: West Virginia Women (Richwood, WV: Jim Comstock, 1974), p. 153-154.
11 Friday Jun 2021
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Alifair McCoy, Appalachia, Calvin McCoy, Court of Appeals, Frankfort, Hatfield-McCoy Feud, Hence Chambers, history, Johnse Hatfield, Kentucky, Melvin McCoy, Pike County, Randolph McCoy, Sarah McCoy
Randolph McCoy’s testimony in the Johnse Hatfield murder trial provides one version of the Hatfield raid upon McCoy’s home on January 1, 1888:
Q. “How old are you?”
A. “I was born in 1825.”
Q. “Begin in your own way, and tell all about the case that you know.”
A. “The first thing I knew about it the dogs woke me up. My boy came to the bed and said, ‘Pa, they are coming. Get up.’ And by that time I was up on the floor, and they had surrounded the house and 1 heard one of them say, ‘God damn ye, come out and surrender yourselves, prisoners of war.’ We never spoke. By that time, they had come past the upper house as we called it. We got behind that door that broke. They fired a volley each way in the house and I moved for I saw that I could not stay there. Next, I went to the fireplace. Calvin went to the back of the house. They shot cross shots from each side of the door, through the doors. I stayed there a good while. They kept shooting and, finally, I went into the loft. The firing kept up a long time. I thought it a long time. Finally, they fired the house, the room that I was in, me and my wife, Calvin, and Melvin was in the same room. I took a cup and when the blaze would come through the house I would throw water on it and it out. Finally, the water gave out. The boy had gone up in the loft and I went up where he was. We stayed in the house until three of the joists had burned and the end of the joists had fell down before we had attempted to leave the house. The boy then came to me and said, ‘Pa, ye stay here, I can out-run you and I will go to the barn and try to attract their attention in that direction and maybe I can save you.’ He started and got past the corner of the house when they began firing again. He never got to the barn. The little boy hung onto me but I shoved him loose at the door and went out among them. I stepped out of the house and saw Johnson Hatfield standing eight or ten steps from the rest of them, and just as I stepped out of the house and looked up his gun fired in the direction of Calvin. I discovered that his gun had caught fowl and he was humped down working on it. I fired into the crowd then turned and fired at Johnson. I aimed to shoot him in the neck, but I aimed too low and shot him in the shoulder. The burning house made it as light as day and I know that it was Johnson.”
Q. “What did you do when you shot Johnson, the defendant?”
A. “I ran down the creek.”
Q. “Where did you go then?”
A. “I crawled into the shuck pen.”
Q. “Did you have on your night clothes?”
A. “Yes sir.”
Q. “Where was Alafair McCoy?”
A. “She was in the upper part of the house. They did not fire that until the shots were fired at the other—the room we were in.”
Q. “What did you hear at that time?”
A. “I heard Alafair say, ‘Cap Hatfield and Hence Chambers, you would not shoot a poor innocent woman, would you?’ Then they said, ‘Shoot her, God damit, shoot her down. Spare neither men nor woman,’ and they shot her in the left breast. I heard her fall and struggle near the door. This was all before I came out of the house.”
Q. “Where did you stay that night?”
A. “In the shuck pen, I went back at daylight.”
Q. “What did you find?”
A. “I found my son lying there dead. My daughter dead with her hair froze in her blood to her heart.”
Q. “Was the house there?”
A. “No sir, it was burned up. The little girl had dragged her sister off from the house.”
Q. “How far from the house?”
A. “About thirty yards.”
Q. “How many shots did they fire?”
A. “No man could count them. They came in volleys and platoons.”
Q. “Did you have a gun too?”
A. “Yes sir.”
Q. “Was your wife in her night clothes?”
A. “Yes sir, they thought they had killed her, no doubt, or I think they would have done so.”
Source: Bill of exceptions at the office of the Clerk of the Court of Appeals in Kentucky, Frankfort, KY.
11 Friday Jun 2021
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Appalachia, Cap Hatfield, civil war, Devil Anse Hatfield, Hatfield-McCoy Feud, history, Howard B. Lee, Island Creek, Kentucky, Logan, Logan County, Nancy E. Hatfield, Pikeville, Randolph McCoy, Tennis Hatfield, West Virginia
Howard B. Lee, former Attorney General of West Virginia, provided this account of Nancy Hatfield (widow of Cap) in the early 1970s:
“Mrs. Hatfield, your husband and his father bore the same given names: ‘William Anderson’. How did they get the nicknames of ‘Cap’ and ‘Devil Anse’?”
“It is very simple,” she replied. “Early in life Devil Anse’s name was shortened to ‘Anse.’ During and after the Civil War he was called ‘Captain Anse’. The son, because he had the same name as his father, was called ‘Little Cap’. As the boy grew larger, the word ‘Little’ was dropped. Also, because of their fierceness in feud combats, the McCoys called the father ‘Devil Anse’ and the son ‘Bad Cap’. The newspapers took up the names and they stuck. Devil Anse liked and cultivated the title; but eventually the word ‘Bad’ was dropped from Cap’s nickname.
“Was I afraid? For years, day and night, I lived in fear. Afraid for my own safety, and for the safety of my loved ones. Constant fear is a terrible emotion. It takes a heavy toll, mentally and physically.
“I now think that my most anxious moments, as well as my greatest thrill, came years after the feud was over. In 1922, Tennis Hatfield and another deputy sheriff went over to Pikeville, Kentucky, to return a prisoner wanted in Logan County. While there, Tennis visited the aged Randolph McCoy1, surviving leader of his clan during the feud. (Tennis was born long after the feud was over.) The old man was delighted to see Devil Anse’s youngest son’, and Tennis spent the night with him.
“The next morning, Randolph told Tennis that he was going home with him. ‘I want to see Cap,’ he said, ‘and tell him how glad I am that I didn’t kill him. I am sorry Devil Anse is gone. I would like to see him, too.’ Tennis was worried. He didn’t know how Cap would receive his old enemy. So he left Randolph in Logan while he acme up to our place to consult Cap.
“Cap listened to Tennis’ story, and said: ‘Does he come in peace?’ ‘Yes,’ said Tennis. ‘He comes in peace.’ ‘Does he come unarmed?’ ‘Yes, he comes unarmed.’ ‘Then I shall be happy to greet him in the same way. Bring him up for supper and he shall spend the night with us.
“My anxious moments were just before these two strong-willed men met. I knew how they had hated each other, that each had tried to kill the other, more than once, that each had killed relatives and friends of the other, and I was afraid of what they might do when they stood face to face.
“My thrill came when I saw them clasp hands, and heard each one tell the other how happy he was to see him. They talked far into the night, and bother were up early the next morning, eager to continue their talks. Tennis came about one o’clock to drive Randolph back to his Kentucky home. Cap watched them until they passed out of sight up the creek, and then remarked, ‘You know, I always did like that cantankerous old cuss.’
“Cap and Randolph never saw each other again.”
1Should be Jim McCoy, son of Randolph.
Source: West Virginia Women (Richwood, WV: Jim Comstock, 1974), p. 152-153
12 Wednesday May 2021
Posted Hatfield-McCoy Feud
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Posted Big Sandy Valley, Hatfield-McCoy Feud, Matewan
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Anna McCoy, Appalachia, Asa Harmon McCoy, Big Sandy River, Cordelia McCoy, Daniel McCoy, genealogy, history, John Ferrell, John Green, John Lawson, Kentucky, Logan County, Magnolia District, Magnolia Township, Pike County, Randolph McCoy, Robert Jackson, Sand Lick Creek, Virginia, West Virginia, William McCoy
The following land information is derived from Land Book 1866-1872 at the Logan County Clerk’s Office in Logan, WV:
Daniel McCoy (of Logan County)1
[On December 27, 1841, Andrew Varney deeded 200 acres to Daniel McCoy for $100. Part of John Green survey bought of John Lawson by said Varney and Randolph McCoy2; references the Stafford farm; lists A. Ferrell and John Ferrell as justices of the peace. Deed Book B, page 367-368.]
[On September 17, 1845, Randolph2 and Anna McCoy of Pike County, KY, deeded 200 acres to Daniel McCoy for $300. Deed Book B, page 538-539.]
No property listed in 1865.
1866: Magnolia Township
200 acres Sandy River $6 per acre $50 building $1200 total
1867: Magnolia Township
200 acres Sandy River $6.83 per acre $50 building $1200 total
1868: Magnolia Township
200 acres Two Tracts Sand Lick Creek $6.30 per acre $50 building $1260 total
1869-1871: Magnolia Township
200 acres Sandy River $6.30 per acre $50 building $1260 total
1872: Magnolia Township
Daniel McCoy deeded 200 acres on Sandy River worth $6.30 per acre with $50 building total $1260 to Robert Jackson and others of Logan County
No property listed thereafter.
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1Father to Randolph and Harmon McCoy of Hatfield-McCoy Feud fame.
2Son of William and Cordelia (Campbell) McCoy.
31 Wednesday Mar 2021
Posted Big Sandy Valley, Hatfield-McCoy Feud, Matewan, Wharncliffe
inTags
Ben Creek, Big Sandy River, Grapevine Creek, Hickory Gap Fork, Jacob Cline, Jacob Cline Jr., Julius Williamson, Magnolia District, Magnolia Township, Sarah Ann McCoy, William Collins
The following land information is derived from Land Book 1866-1872 and Land Book 1873-1874 at the Logan County Clerk’s Office in Logan, WV:
Jacob Cline’s Estate (of Logan County)
No property listed in 1865.
1866: Magnolia Township
5000 acres Sandy River $0.30 per acre $150 building $1500 total
225 acres Grape Vine of Sandy River $1 per acre no building $225 total
1867: Magnolia Township
5000 acres Sandy River $0._0 per acre $180 building $1500 total
255 acres Grape Vine Sandy River $1 per acre no building $255 total
1868: Magnolia Township
5000 acres Sandy River $0.31 1/2 per acre $180 building $1575 total
255 acres Grape Vine of Sandy $1.05 per acre no building $267.75 total
1869: Magnolia Township
5000 acres On Sandy River $0.37 1/2 per acre $180 building $1575 total
255 acres Grapevine of Sandy River $1.05 per acre no building $267.75 total
1870: Magnolia Township
5000 acres Sandy River $0.31 1/2 per acre $180 building $1575 total
255 acres Grape Vine of Sandy River $1.05 per acre no building $267.75 total
1871-1874: Magnolia Township
5000 acres Sandy River $0.35 per acre $180 building $1750 total
255 acres Grapevine Creek $1.05 per acre no building $267.75 total
1875: Magnolia District
5000 acres Grape Vine and Sandy $0.36 per acre $50 building $1800
[Note: No indication of who received the 255-acre tract. Note also: This record notes “Jacob Cline’s Heirs” as being located in Kentucky–not Logan County.]
1876: Magnolia District
5000 acres Grape Vine and Sandy [blank] $50 building [blank]
[Note: Jacob Cline’s Heirs located in Kentucky.]
1877: Magnolia District
No records available for Magnolia District
1878: Magnolia District
3500 acres Grapevine Creek and Sandy River $0.28 5/8 per acre $50 building $1001 total
[Note: This record reads “value proportion by parts.”]
1879: Magnolia District
No records available for Magnolia District
Jacob Cline, Jr. (of Logan County)
No property listed from 1865-1870.
1871: Magnolia Township
78 acres Hickory Gap Fork Ben Creek $1.05 per acre no building $81.90 total
[Transferred to Cline from William Collins in 1871. In 1872, Cline transferred this tract to Julius Williamson.]
30 Tuesday Mar 2021
Posted Civil War, Hatfield-McCoy Feud
inTags
Abe C. Ferrell, Appalachia, civil war, Devil Anse Hatfield, farming, genealogy, Greenville Taylor, history, Kentucky, Lewis Sowards, Logan County, M.C.W. Sowards, Peach Orchard, Peter Creek, Pike County, R.M. Ferrell, Thomas J. Sowards, West Virginia
The deposition of Anderson Hatfield taken on the 20th day of August 1869 at the house of Greenville Taylor near the mouth of Peter Creek in Pike County Ky. To be read as evidence in behalf of the defendant (Jacob Cline) in the suit of M.C.W. Sowards, Lewis Sowards, and Thos. J. Sowards, plantiff, against Jacob Cline, defendant, pending in Pike Circuit Court.
The deponent Anderson Hatfield of lawful age and being by me first sworn deposeth and says:
Question: State your age residence and occupation.
Ans. I am 30 years old my residence in Logan Co., West Virginia. My occupation is farmer.
Question by same: Are you acquainted with the defendant Jacob Cline?
Ans. Yes sir.
Question by : Do you or not know how deft Cline happened to go with the squad to take Sowards goods at Peach Orchard Ky.?
Ans. He had come back from the Federal army and give up to the rebels and they were talking around that if he did not join the rebels that they would kill him and he joined the rebels under these circumstances and went to Peach Orchard. He made several excuses to get out of going but none of them were availing and he had to go.
Question by same. Did he go willingly or unwillingly?
Ans. He went unwillingly.
Question by same. State if you know where defendant Cline was at the time Sowards goods were taken.
Ans. He was on the point this side of the store of Sowards. Something near half a mile distant. He was placed there as a _____.
Question by same. Do you or not know who got the goods after they were taken from Sowards?
Ans. I do not know who all did get goods.
Question by same. Did Jacob Cline get any of the goods taken?
Ans. If he did I do not know it. He did not take any from the store. I was with him and come out with him from there and if he had any goods I did not see them. If he had any goods I think I would have certainly seen them.
Question by same. Would he not have endangered his life by refusing to go, taking everything into consideration that is all the surrounding circumstances of the case?
Ans. He was threatened that if he did not join the company and go he would be killed and this was by men who did kill sometimes.
Question by same. State as near as you can the amount of goods taken from Sowards also how much they had in store at the time of the robbery.
Ans. I don’t think there was exceeding $500.00 worth of goods in Sowards store at the time and I think $300.00 would be the greatest possible amount of the goods taken. And further this deponent saith not.
Attest. Abe C. Ferrell, Ex Anderson (his mark) Hatfield
1 days attendance 26 miles $2.04
State of Kentucky
Pike County
I Abe C. Ferrell Examiner for County and state aforesaid do certify that the foregoing deposition of Anderson Hatfield was taken before me and was read to and subscribed by him in my presence at the time and place and in the action mentioned in the caption the said Anderson Hatfield having been by me first sworn that the evidence he should give in the action should be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth and his statement reduced to writing by me in his presence the defendant Jacob Cline being above present at the examination. Given under my hand this 20th day of August 1869.
Abe C. Ferrell, Examiner
Pike Co.
Examiners Fee 1 Deposition $1.00
Entering 1 witness 25 80 miles $4.00 $4.25
$5.25
$2.04
1 witness claim $7.29
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[On the reverse side of the last paper:]
Jacob Cline & C
Ans: Deposition of Anderson Hatfield
M.C.W. Sowards & C
Filed Aug 24th 1869.
Abe C. Ferrell, D. for R.M. Ferrell, CPC
30 Tuesday Mar 2021
Posted Hatfield-McCoy Feud
in13 Saturday Mar 2021
Posted Hatfield-McCoy Feud
inTags
Allen Browning, Appalachia, Cap Hatfield, cemeteries, Devil Anse Hatfield, Dyke Garrett, Emily Browning, genealogy, Hatfield Cemetery, history, Levisa Hatfield, Pearl Browning Burgess, Tennis Hatfield, Willis Hatfield
From Pearl Browning Burgess, ninety-seven-year-old daughter of Allen and Emily Browning, dated September 1998:
“I remember Anse Hatfield as Devil Anse. He was a kind old man. We called him Mr. or Uncle Anse. He was so kind to everyone he met. We children of Allen Browning loved to go to his home to see two bears tied up in a log house. The year was 1916. Also, we loved his two pea fowls that spread their tail feathers to show their beauty. I was a young woman in my teens and did Mrs. Hatfield’s laundry when she was ill. They had a real nice family. Seemed everyone who met Mr. Anse loved him and can’t understand why anyone would call him Devil Anse. When he died, my father and I sang one song and Dyke Garrett preached. The men carried his body nearby to Hatfield Cemetery. There they placed him in a grave. At the close of the grave, two sons that had not spoke for many years reached across the grave and shook hands. When they got his monument, his shoes or boots were on backwards. I am 97 years of age and still love to think of the times my father and I visited Uncle Anse and I can remember three sons: Cap, Tennis, and Willis. I remember his girls, yet I can’t recall their names. All this time is now Sarah Ann in Logan.”
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