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Poem: “Old Abraham” (1996)

05 Monday Dec 2022

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Appalachia, Barboursville, Bill Herndon, Cabell County, civil war, Huntington, Main Street, Maurice E. Beckett, Morris Harvey College, Old Abraham, poems, poet, poetry, Tanyard Branch, Union Cavalry, West Virginia, writers

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The Rainbow End: A Poem (1928)

30 Monday May 2022

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The following poem appeared in the Logan Banner of Logan, WV, on August 7, 1928. The author was Fred Durham, address unknown.

THE RAINBOW END

At the end of every rainbow,

So we always have been told,

If we find its termination

Sits a pot of virgin gold.

There are those who take it serious

And their entire talent bend

To a lifelong ceaseless searching

For the fleeting rainbow end.

Some are harmless near Micawbers.

Some of lawless dangerous trend.

But they all have one objective

The entrancing rainbow’s end.

Some there are who hear the story

With a tolerant knowing smile,

Knowing that these little stories

Help to make life more worthwhile.

And to them life in its fullness

Will an untold blessing lend

They seek not but find contentment

At the phantom rainbow end.

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This poem was brought to The Banner office last week either by the author or some one else who deemed it worth publishing. The editor, though knowing little indeed of the technique of versification, thinks it meritorious in several essential respects.

Just Wondering: A Poem (1927)

30 Friday Apr 2021

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T.C. Whited was one of the more popular citizens in the history of Logan, WV. This poem was found taped inside of Trust Deed Book B at the Logan County Courthouse.

The Hopemont Blues: A Poem (1922)

11 Thursday Mar 2021

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The following poem appeared in the Logan Banner of Logan, WV, on July 7, 1922. The author was Sally Godbey, who gave her address as the “State T.B. Sanitarium, Hopemont, Terra Alta, W.Va.”

THE HOPEMONT BLUES

When the golden sun is sinking

Behind the hills of old Hopemont,

When of home and friends I’m thinking

That “what-might-have-been” is not.

When the night birds’ soft notes falling,

Melodies sweet float on the air,

Then my thoughts go back to Logan,

And the friends that I left there.

When the sighing night-winds moaning,

Groaning through the old oak trees

and the strain of “Home Sweet Home”

Carry softly on the breeze,

Then is when my thoughts go roaming,

Filled with memories old and new

Days of gladness, days of sadness,

Nights so happy, nights so blue.

Though there’s many miles between us,

Little town I love you yet,

And I long to hurry back,

For I’m homesick and regret

That I ever left you Logan,

But I had to, so they say.

I’m lonesome for the old home town,

And I’m coming back some day,

They say that you are a dull little town,

They spell it with a capital D.

They wish that they could get away,

But you are all the world to me,

And though the world is a very big place

My home has always been with you.

And I find you quite a nice little town,

With friends both kind and true.

The Banner prefaced the poem with this: “The Logan Banner is the recipient of a constant chain of poems which would fill our columns if we even dared to publish them. People will never learn that poets are born, not made. However, we have just received one which is from a former Logan girl and now a patient at Hopemont. we are pleased to give this publicity and for genuine beauty of expression and sentiment it far excels many of those we see in the public print today. The author is Miss Sally Godbey and she calls the poem “The Hopemont Blues.” We will refrain from further comments but pass the beatufiul lines on to our readers with the request that they write Miss Godbey, care of State T.B. Sanitarium, at Hopemont, W.Va. and tell her what they think of her literary ability.”

A Poem (1897)

22 Tuesday Dec 2020

Posted by Brandon Ray Kirk in Big Sandy Valley

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A.M. Lunsford, Abner Vance, Appalachia, Big Sandy River, crime, Daniel Horton, history, Logan, Logan County Banner, poems, poetry, West Virginia

This song was composed and sung by Elder Abner Vance, under the gallows, about 80 years ago. Given by Rev. A.M. Lunsford, October 14, 1897.

A POEM.

[Published by Request.]

Green are the woods where Sandy flows.

And peace it dwelleth there;

In the valley the bear they lie secure

The red buck roves the knobs.

But Vance no more shall Sandy behold,

Nor drink its crystal waves,

The partial judge pronounced his doom,

The hunter has found his grave.

The judge he said he was my friend

Though Elliott’s life he had saved.

A juryman did I become

That Elliott he might live.

That friendship I have shown to others,

Has never been shown to me;

Humanity it belongs to the brave,

And I hope it remains to me.

‘Twas by the advice of McFarlin

Judge Johnson did the call,

I was taken from my native home

Confined in a stone wall.

My persecutors have gained their request,

Their promise to make good,

For they ofttimes swore they would never rest,

Till they had gained my heart’s blood.

Daniel Horton, Bob and Bill,

A lie against me swore,

In order to take my life away,

That I might be no more.

But I and them together must meet

Where all things are unknown.

And if I’ve shed the innocent blood

I hope there’s mercy shown.

Bright shines the sun on Clinche’s hill,

And soft the west wind blows,

The valleys are covered all over with bloom,

Perfumed with the red rose.

But Vance no more shall Sandy behold,

This day his eyes are closed in death,

His body’s confined in the tomb.

Farewell my friends, my children dear,

To you I bid farewell,

The love I have for your precious souls

No mortal tongue can tell.

Farewell to you my loving wife,

To you I bid adieu,

And if I reach fair Caanan’s shore

I hope to meet with you.

Source: Logan County Banner (Logan, WV), 13 November 1897.

Life in the Railway Mail: A Poem (1923)

07 Monday Dec 2020

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From the Logan Banner of Logan, WV, comes this poem written by Evert W. Husk of Huntington and Three Forks titled “Life in the Railway Mail”, written on January 8, 1923 and published on January 19, 1923:

“LIFE” IN THE RAILWAY MAIL

“Put your overalls on, Buddy, and likewise your jacket blue,

For the porter soon is comin’ with four-wheelers–one and two.”

“Number one is mostly workin’, number two is all directs,”

Says the porter through the doorway but the clerk-in-charge corrects

That the two of them mean business and it proves as he suspects.

In old Forty-Three they load it, calling “workin'” one and two–

These R.P.C.’s in uniforms–their overalls of blue.

Pile it wide and straight and careful so that it will stand the shock,

When the drivers roll too swiftly and the coaches roughly rock,

And the “subbie” gets so frightened that his knees begin to knock.

When at length the car is loaded and the engine coupled-to–

First a slightly jerky motion, then it shakes you through and through,

Then you dump them on the table in an agitated way,

Grab and turn, and pitch and throw, as a tedder tosses hay,

Till you scarcely know time passes as you journey on your way.

While the clerk-in-charge sticks letters with the skill of a machine,

Striving not to make an error that his record may be clean.

Too, he has his “reds” to handle–job despised by one and all,

Signing cards for Mr. Peter, sending cards to Mr. Paul,

And the slightest little error means his very certain fall.

Then you hear the whistle sounded and the clerk-in-charge to shout,

“Here’s the package for this station, you had better lock it out.”

In the doorway next you stack ’em piled with skill and knowing care,

As you glance along the railway in a cinder flying glare,

See the pouch on crane is hanging and you “stab” it then and there.

Unlock, dump it on the table, hand the “pack” to C-in-C.

Then return unto your papers for you must not leave them be.

You are gaining headway slowly on the stalls of working mail,

And the engine ever signals as it speeds along the rail.

“Lock it out! and lock it quickly, lock it out or you will fail!”

It is thus the day unirksome speeds along to tireless noon,

And you eat a scanty dinner without knife or fork or spoon.

But there’s humor in the “Life,” boys, even fun in going stuck,

Don’t the fair ones in the doorways sometimes wave a sweet good luck?

Then the C.-in-C. grows peppy and the helper clerk shows pluck.

Piffle! Merits and demerits–five for this and ten for that.

Why the skinny one grows skinny and the fatter grows more fat.

Though we have to stick a section, pass on space and black book too,

‘Bout the first of every quarter of the bloomin’ year all through,

The “annual” and the “layoff” keeps us on and lures you.

You are not on duty, boys, in this layoff day or week.

But a few things keep you busy and of them my name must speak.

Slips to fold and cards to check up, and also correct your schemes,

Ans’wring this, explaining that often poils your sweetness dreams,

And with other things unmentioned, “lay-off” isn’t what it seems.

The Wanderer: A Poem (1928)

16 Friday Oct 2020

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From the Logan Banner of Logan, WV, comes this poem written by Harry Durham of Taplin titled “The Wanderer,” published November 20, 1928:

THE WANDERER

I have been in sunny Italy.

I have been in flowery France.

I have seen the silvery moonbeams

On the Alpine mountains dance.

I have been in quaint old China.

I have trod Great Britain’s land.

I have seen the heat elfs dancing

On Sahara’s burning sand.

I have rode the rattling rikas

Thru far Yokohama’s street.

I’ve eaten in snow-clad Igloos

Strips of frozen walrus meat.

I have sailed the broad Atlantic.

I have whaled in Arctic ice.

Steered a bastard thru Magellan.

Rounded bleak Cape Horn twice.

And the wanderlust keepings calling,

Mocking, just around the bend,

Leering me by empty promise

To a homeless, friendless end.

But its call is fainter growing

And its beck no longer thrills

For I’ve found a golden milestone

In the West Virginia hills.

For no matter where I’ve wandered

On a vain and empty quest,

I have left my heart behind me

In the land I love the best.

And when I sign articles

On that last and endless trip,

Let me sail thru-out the ages

On this rugged square rigged ship.

For I ask no sweeter nectar

Than to quaff its crystal rills.

For I’ve known a golden milestone

In the West Virginia hills.

Poem: Sad Story of Married Life (1913)

15 Wednesday Apr 2020

Posted by Brandon Ray Kirk in Huntington, Poetry, Women's History

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From the Logan Democrat of Logan, WV, comes this poem written by three young female students of Marshall College, published May 22, 1913:

Shady tree, babbling brook

Girl in hammock, reading book;

Gold curls, tiny feet,

Girl in hammock, looks so sweet;

Man rides past, big mustache,

Girl in hammock makes a “mash”.

Mash is mutual, day is set,

Man and maiden, married get.

Married now, one year ago,

Keeping house on Baxter row;

Red hot stove, beefsteak frying,

Girl got married, cooking trying.

Cheeks all burning, eyes look red,

Girl got married, nearly dead;

Biscuits burn up, beefsteak charry,

Girl got married, awful sorry,

Man comes home, tears mustache,

Mad as blazes, got no hash,

Thinks of hammock in the lane,

Wishes maiden back again,

Maiden also thinks of swing,

Wants to go back too, poor old thing.

Hour of midnight, baby squawking,

Man in sock feet bravely walking;

Baby yells on, now the other

Twin he starts up like his brother.

Paregoric by the bottle

Emptied into baby’s throttle,

Naughty tack points in air,

Waiting some one’s foot to tear,

Man in sock feet, see him there!

Holy Moses! Hear him swear!

Raving crazy, gets his gun,

Blows his head off, dead and gone.

Pretty widow, with a book,

In a hammock by the brook,

Man rides past, big mustache;

Keeps on riding, nary “mash.”

Perception: A Poem (1915)

03 Friday Apr 2020

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From the Logan Democrat of Logan, WV, comes this poem written by J. Rush Cook titled “Perception,” published January 7, 1915:

PERCEPTION

I have seen the rosebuds blowing

In the springtime’s early morn;

The shining dewdrops showing

On the petals newly born.

I have heard the happy bird’s song,

Wafted from the leafy bowers;

I have felt the heart beat strong

As I gazed at bird and flower.

I have seen a grander vision

Than dewdrops on the flowers;

A sweeter song to me is given

Than was wafted from the bowers.

‘Tis a vision of the feature,

When right o’er wrong prevails;

When man, the noblest creature,

No longer each assail.

‘Tis a song of love and duty,

‘Neath a bright or frowning sky;

Like the rainbow in its beauty

And its promise, by and by!

Logan: A Poem (1923)

08 Sunday Mar 2020

Posted by Brandon Ray Kirk in Coal, Guyandotte River, Logan, Poetry

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This poem was written by O. Benton and dedicated to Don Chafin, “a true son of Logan.” The poem relates to the Mine Wars, or as it was called by the Logan Banner, the “armed march.”

There’s a land of “Love thy brother”

By the sky-blue Guyandotte

Where the folks love one another,

And I know God loves the spot.

For he built those mighty mountains

And he touched their tops with blue,

From their sides gush crystal fountains,

Just to quench the thirst of you.

Oaks and poplars, pines and hemlocks,

On the mountainsides they grew.

There’ll be no coal beneath the mountains

For a million years or two.

In this glorious land of blessings

Long before the railroad came

Lived the honest, fighting people

Who have brought the country fame.

Now there’s mines beneath those mountains

And there’s towns most everywhere,

But with all the wealth and greatness

Freedom reigns and all is fair.

Some may say, “You think there’s freedom,”

But I’m saying what I know.

I have crossed the rushing rivers,

I have tramped the mountain snow.

I have sweated ‘neath those mountains

Where the motors screech and hum.

I have worked upon the tipple

Worked with pick and shovel some.

And I swear by all above me

That a man may have his say.

He may tell of any grievance

Unmolested, go his way.

For there is no lack of freedom

When the Court-House clock looks down

On the men who love their neighbors

In the busy coal-gorged town.

When the men from New York City

Told us that they were not free,

It was something quite unheard of,

Something free men cannot see.

If our misinformed brothers

Wish to DO, and not to mock,

Let them stay within the cities

Where there’s Hell in every block.

Let them stay away from Logan,

Where a man can be a man.

Take your creeds and go to New York

Where their brothers understand.

For the famous “Logan Wildcats”

And the lads who fought the Hun,

They are tired of soap-box teachings

And have said there shall be none.

Source: Logan (WV) Banner, 29 June 1923

Home: A Poem (1915)

11 Tuesday Feb 2020

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From the Logan Democrat of Logan, WV, comes this poem written by J. Rush Cook titled “Home,” published January 14, 1915:

HOME

Endearing words to us are given,

Endearing thoughts for us they hold.

All for which the heart has striven,

But none so dear to us as home.

When wearied with the cares of life,

With toil and labor, sorrows borne,

There comes a joy amidst the strife,

When e’re we think of home, sweet home.

Home replete with all its pleasure,

Be it a cot or palace grand;

Be it poor or rich in treasure,

‘Tis always home in every land.

If peace and love therein abide,

Reign supremely every hour.

In each heart in faith confides

Like a sweet, unfolding flower.

‘Tis the thought of home we cherish,

As we roam some distant land.

All else for us may perish,

But sweet home in childhood land.

Where dear mother led us gently

O’er the hills, through vale and field;

Where she sang to us so sweetly,

And in prayer so oft did kneel.

Where the songbirds ever singing,

‘Neath a blue sky with music ringing,

Where the hills with music ringing,

And the zephyrs blow at night.

This is home to us forever,

Home, with mother at our side.

Perhaps in thought when ties we sever,

And have crossed beyond the tide.

Veola Ann Runyon: Authoress-Poet of Logan County (1922)

08 Tuesday Oct 2019

Posted by Brandon Ray Kirk in Ashland, Coal, Guyandotte River, Man, Poetry

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From the Logan Banner of Logan, WV, comes this bit of history about Veola Ann Runyon, authoress-poet of Logan County. The story is dated January 13, 1922:

LOGAN COUNTY HAS AN AUTHORESS-POET

Mrs. Veola Ann Runyon, of Three Forks, Has Had Much of Her Work Published.

We never know in what nook or corner we may find unknown talent or beneath what bushel measure we may and a shining light unless, perchance, we may trip across a clue that may lead us to a welcome discovery. Such was the case with a representative of The Banner on a recent trip to Three Forks, when he fortunately learned of the presence there of Mrs. Veola Anne Runyon, a poet and talented writer of fact and fiction.

Mrs. Runyon was born in Ashland, Ky. Her grandfather was a French physician and author. From him she derived the gifted talent at at the early age of sixteen she began writing stories and for the past ten years she has been a regular contributor to several of the largest magazines of our country. She has in preparation at the present time a romance which will be happily connected with the coal mining industry, while she has in the hands of her publisher two other  books, one dealing with scientifical and botanical work and the other on entomological facts.

The story now in preparation will be eagerly sought by all readers in Logan County, due to the fact that part of the plot will be based upon knowledge gained within this county. Mrs. Runyon was requested by her publishers to write a story closely connected with the mining industry and so not knowing the details connected with the industry she came to Three Forks, and while stopping at the Club House there she is gathering facts that will prove invaluable in her latest work.

Mrs. Runyon is a gifted writer and is filled with the love of the work. She is also deeply interested in botanical work and the study of nature. Through persuasion we were able to secure some of her poems for publication in The Banner, and we are pleased to announce that arrangements have been made with her for regular contributions to the columns of this paper.

Her presence here will recall to mind another author who came to Logan County in years gone by. Dr. Thos. Dunn English recognized the beauty of these mountains and the nearness of true nature and came here during the period between 1850 and 1860. Some of his poems deal with life in the Guyan Valley.

With her ability and fluency of language, Mrs. Runyon should find in these grand majestic mountains and wonderful natural beauty an invaluable aid to inspiration that will enable her to complete a wonderful story that should attract the favorable attention of the most critical.

Note: I cannot locate any biographical information for this writer. Three Forks, according to one source, is also known as Saunders (Buffalo Creek).

A Mountain Cabin: A Poem (1923)

19 Sunday May 2019

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From the Logan Banner of Logan, WV, comes this poem by an unknown author printed on July 20, 1923:

A MOUNTAIN CABIN

The roof of rough rived boards,

The walls hewn logs and chinking;

Over windows vining gourds,

Round gourds for festive drinking.

A wood hinged batten door

With latch, and string for greeting;

A near to nature floor,

Stone hearth for friendly meeting.

An open fire place wide,

And black pot hooks showing;

No art the crude to hide—

Shelter when winds are blowing.

This house quite humble stands,

But love wrought in its building;

Great wealth is not in lands

And homes are not gilding.

Halcyon News 03.23.1923

02 Tuesday Apr 2019

Posted by Brandon Ray Kirk in Big Harts Creek, Crawley Creek, Halcyon, Poetry

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Appalachia, Cecil Workman, Crawley Creek, genealogy, Halcyon, Harts Creek, history, Lawrence Mullins, Logan Banner, Logan County, Mt. Era United Baptist Church, poems, poetry, West Fork, West Virginia

A correspondent from Halcyon at West Fork of Harts Creek in Logan County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Banner printed on March 23, 1923:

Out in the air

Out away from town

Away out in the country

Where the trees and birds are found.

There is where my heart is bent

There is where I find content

There satisfaction hangs all around

It even blossoms from the ground.

There is where the Julip bees

Are humming among the trees.

There is where old Barley Corn

Is pouring from his lavish horn.

Hump! And you will say

The city is where I like to stay.

You just don’t know as well as I

Ere the country you would come and try.

Two preachers from Crawley Creek delivered good sermons at Mt. Era Church Sunday.

The stork visited the home of Mr. and Mrs. Cecil Workman March 13th and left a fine boy.

Lawrence Mullins is the proud possessor of a grandson.

God’s Great Gift: A Poem (1927)

25 Friday Jan 2019

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From the Logan Banner of Logan, WV, comes this poem by Charles M. Gore of Chapmanville printed on December 23, 1927:

GOD’S GREAT GIFT

Far away in a eastern country

About this time of year

There was an expectation ____

___ and fear.

The hope within her had been prompted

By a message she had received

From the messenger Angel Gabriel

And the message she truly believed.

That she and not another

In this sin cursed world below

Straight way would become a mother

Of a son whom men should know.

Knew him as a lowly Saviour

And not as a high browed king,

Know him through loving favors

And the peace and joy he’d bring.

Twas in the little town of Bethlehem,

Near two thousand years ago, Dec. 25th,

God set a new star in the firmament

Which was proof of his great gift.

His son was born, his angels sang

“Peace on earth, good will I bring”

The shepherds heard and the wise men there

Brought gifts of frankincense and myrrh.

They bestowed them on that little babe,

Who in the hay-filled manger laid

To show to the world that what they knew

Of the prophets’ word had sure come true.

Thomas Dunn English and “Ben Bolt” (1928)

06 Tuesday Nov 2018

Posted by Brandon Ray Kirk in Guyandotte River, Huntington, Logan, Poetry

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From the Logan Banner of Logan, WV, comes this bit of history concerning Thomas Dunn English and his famous poem “Ben Bolt,” which was reportedly composed in Logan:

Poem Ben Bolt Not Written In This City

Legend Concerning Thomas Dunn English Is Refuted by Roy Fuller in Magazine Article

Another forceful kick has been directed against the legend that Thomas Dunn English wrote the poem Ben Bolt under the big elms back of the former Vicie Nighbert home, now known as the Green Gables Inn.

Though all reliable investigators agree that this famous poem was written before Dr. English settled in this community, the legend survives with a strange pertinacity.

The subject is discarded in an interesting and enlightening way in the current number of the West Virginia Review by J. Roy Fuller. He has written before in a similar vein for other publications.

Fuller, a native of Wayne county, had been connected with Charleston, Huntington, and Welch papers for several years. Recently he went to New York to take an editorial position on Picture Play. On the subject “As to Ben Bolt,” he writes as follows:

If a man writes a poem a little more sentimental than any other, and then some ten years later moves to another state, it seems that the towns and counties around his new home will, years later, recall the very spot where the poem was written. Such has been the case with Ben Bolt, by Thomas Dunn English. The people of Logan county point with pride to the very tree under which the poet scribbled Ben Bolt, and time and again articles have been written in support of the legend, and people who speak of it choose to believe nothing else. Why this should be considered in the least important is amusing. But that is not all. In McDowell county, it is said, Thomas Dunn English wrote the feverish lines while at the old county seat town, now called English. A clerk in a hotel informed this writer that he knew exactly where Ben Bolt was written and offered to show him the house somewhere just over the Virginia state line.

The rare honor of being the birthplace of Ben Bolt cannot be claimed truthfully for this section at all. It was written in Philadelphia nine years before he ever came to West Virginia. There was no romantic posing over the grave of the beloved lady in the song as it has been said in Logan county. A New York editor asked English to write something for him. He insisted, and finally English mailed the verses with instructions to burn them if not satisfactory, after combining parts of two poems into one. So any weeping we do can be for our own images, and not for sympathy with the poor poet.

English was once postmaster of Logan (1857), and also a resident doctor, politician, poet and lawyer. One time he attended a convention in Staunton where he made a speech that was influential in helping to bring about the downfall of Know-Nothingism. He wrote many local poems such as Rafting on the Guyan, Logan Grazier, and Wyoming Hunter. Before coming to the south he was well known in the east and was mentioned—unfavorably—by Edgar Allan Poe in his Literati. For calling him Thomas Dunn “Brown,” English wrote a severe criticism of Poe. Some time later Poe answered him in a Philadelphia paper, and brought suit against him. Poe was awarded $225 damages for English’s sarcastic literary thrust.

It has always been a matter of chagrin to English that his Ben Bolt was the most popular of his literary works. He himself called the song “twaddle.” But the German melody, mention of old mills, school, a loved one, friendship—these things made it take hold of the heart.

He wrote Ben Bolt in 1843 after having dabbled in his professions for several years, and quite unexpectedly found himself famous. The story of the song will show how far removed it is from the cherished pastoral story told in Logan county. The story persists, however, this being one of the cases where the “moving finger writes,” etc., and nothing more can be done about it.

N.P. Willis and George P. Morris had revived the old New York Mirror. The former asked English to write a poem for the paper and suggested a sea song. English tried to write it after renewed pressure but he reported to the editors that his muse was not working. Later he drifted into reminiscence and produced four and a half stanzas of the well known song. His muse balked again, and after some thought he added the first four lines of a sea song he had started and sent the whole with a note to Willis telling him that he would send something else when he was in a better writing mood. The poem was printed with a little puff, and was signed with the author’s initial.

Later it was suggested that the poem be set to music, but several attempts failed. English composed a melody for it, but another got the start of his. In 1846 Charles Porter, manager of the Pittsburgh theatre had Nelson F. Kneass, a fine tenor, in his company. Porter told the singer that if he could find a song suitable for his voice he would cast him in The Battle of Buena Vista. An Englishman, a sort of hanger-on named Hunt, had read Ben Bolt and could recall most of it. The gaps were patched up and to this Kneass adapted a German air and sang the piece. The drama was soon dropped but the song took the country by

Source: Logan (WV) Banner, 11 December 1928

West Virginia: A Poem (1927)

30 Monday Apr 2018

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From the Logan Banner of Logan, WV, comes this poem titled “West Virginia” by Granville D. Hall, dated October 4, 1927:

WEST VIRGINIA

“Child of the Tempest”–O, puny Ship of State!

Christened with the Crimson vintage of the War,

Fate gives thee launch upon a dark unquiet tide;

But the future signals welcome from afar,

Anchored to the Union, thou shalt ride

In haven safe while smiling fortunes wait!

“We know what master laid thy keel;

What workmen wrought thy ribs of steel;

Who made each mast, and sail, and rope;

What anvils rang, what hammers beat–

In what a forge and what a heat

Thy anchors grew–our Hope.” (*)

We laid deep with all our love,

With all our hopes, and bid thee go–

Despite the frowning skies above;

Breasting the heaving tides below–

Forth to the future, strong in right.

Time evens all, and God is just.

In thine own strength and to His might,

Our best beloved–our all–we trust.

Fare forth, O, rich imperial State!

Virginia’s last reluctant gift,

Award of War, the fruit of Fate.

The Sea subsides, the storm-clouds lift.

Take courage, Heir to halcyon years!

Beware the reef; the treacherous lee;

Beware the perils yet to be.

The Prosperous Isles, their lures and guiles;

Their apples of gold, their sirens’ smiles–

Are waiting to win thee from the Sea.

Once more the skies shall bend serene,

And placid seas He broad between;

The tempest past, the radiant bow

Shall arch the heavens above thy prow;

And golden shores beyond the Sea

Shall lift their fronds to welcome thee.

(*) Longfellow

(Granville D. Hall was formerly the editor of the Wheeling Intelligencer. He is now living in retirement [in] Glencie, Ill.)

C. Russel Christian: The Irish Plowman (1887)

03 Tuesday Apr 2018

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C. Russell Christian (c.1861-1889) was a well known regional poet born in Logan County, WV. A son of B. and E. (White) Christian, he married Marian Trent, fathered at least one son (Carl), and died of typhoid fever at Kirbyville in Wyoming County, WV. He is buried in Oceana, WV.

THE IRISH PLOWMAN

One bright and balmy morn in May,

Ere the sun had kissed the dew,

Mick Hurley trudged the broad highway

In search of aught that he could do.

With heart so light and conscience free,

Each farmer he would ask:

“An’ have ye got a job for me,

No matter phwat the task.”

At last he met a farmer who

Did need a steady working man,

Who asked if he could farming do;

“Begorra,” said Mick, “you’re right I can.”

“Then hitch the horses right away–

You’ll find them in the barn–

The near one’s black, the off one gray–

And start to plowing corn.”

Though Mick spake up in accents bold

When the farmer asked the question fair,

He knew full well a lie he told,

For the beam he wot not from the share.

“Howly mother,” says Mick, “phwat’ll I do?

May the good St. Patrick now kape me from harm.

Begorra, but won’t the ould farmer look blue

When he sees Mick Hurley a-plowing his farm?”

But Mick made a start. In his throat was a lump.

He felt like a man just sentenced to death.

He hadn’t gone far when the plow struck a stump,

And heels over head went Mick, out of breath.

Ne’er daunted by fear, he tried it again.

“Be jabers,” says Mick, “I’m doing immense!”

But to steady the plow his trials were vain,

And each furrow resembled a crooked trail fence.

Old Sol had arisen quite high in the skies

When the farmer concluded to visit poor Mick:

But a glance at the field was such a surprise

That to look at the man you’d think he was sick.

“Stop! stop!” said the farmer, “or you surely will rue it;

To hold a plow with that team is nothing but play.”

“Howld it?” says Mick; “how the devil can I do it,

When two horses are trying to pull it away!”

Source: Huntington (WV) Advertiser, 9 July 1887.

C. Russel Christian: The Song of War

24 Saturday Mar 2018

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C. Russell Christian (c.1861-1889) was a well known regional poet born in Logan County, WV. A son of B. and E. (White) Christian, he married Marian Trent, fathered at least one son (Carl), and died of typhoid fever at Kirbyville in Wyoming County, WV. He is buried in Oceana, WV.

THE SONG OF WAR

Of War to overturn a thousand thrones–

War to establish Barbarism and Night–

Loud War to drown a thousand victims’ groans.

Sing–fiery Muse!–and guide the strains aright!

The voice of War–to say the least–is doom;

The tread of War is Death’s most horrid plume;

The rights of War are written in the sand;

War roars–and horrid thunder shakes the spheres!

War sleeps–and Peace attempts to heal the wound;

War speaks–and vengeance of a thousand years

Urges the gray, and scatters bale around:–

Thus hath it been–shall be–since War began.

Foe to the world–to Science–and to man!

Source: Logan (WV) Banner, 13 May 1927.

C. Russel Christian: Liberty Bell

07 Wednesday Mar 2018

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C. Russell Christian (c.1861-1889) was a well known regional poet born in Logan County, WV. A son of B. and E. (White) Christian, he married Marian Trent, fathered at least one son (Carl), and died of typhoid fever at Kirbyville in Wyoming County, WV. He is buried in Oceana, WV.

LIBERTY BELL.

The aged bell-man sat aloft,

Revolving in his soul full oft

The varied fortunes of the band

Warring for his native land.

While in the rugged hall of State

The new-born Congress proudly sate

Advising in the face of Death

Freedom or the open heath.

Ev’n as the Sun with kindling light

Dispels the horrid dark of Night,

So Freedom when her time had come

Claimed her own Columbian home.

The great assembly gave the word

That broke the reign of George the Third;

And thousand Ages paled before

Sights they had not seen of yore.

And friendly gods beheld the sight

Of Freedom’s Eagle bathed in light;

“Ring! ring!” the small boy shouted forth;

The grand evangel shook the earth!

And shouts of Freedom broke upon

Yankee snows and Dixie’s sun.

And voices cried from out the Past,

“Ye shall have reward at last!”

Source: The Logan Banner, 13 May 1927.

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