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CHAPTER THIRTEEN A HOSS RACE & COVERED WAGONS As we had anticipated, all our children and grandchildren started showing up early the next morning, anxious to hear the results of our visit to all the Goodwin kinfolk. When we were all finally settled on the front porch, William proceeded to tell them every aspect of the entire six day trip. When he finished relating the story of Old Fed and his family, his eyes began to tear up, and he continued talking to everyone, but no-one in particular, asking, Why does a man have to be born into slavery, live his entire life servin a master, never experiencin the anticipation of a better future, knowin his children and grandchildren face the same fate. Its not right. I would rather die than face that type of life. How could he believe that the Lord had blessed him with a happy life? The Lord has doomed all of those people to a life of heartache and misery. Ive never owned a slave and never will, so somebody tell me why I felt such a sense of shame when Fed was talkin. My reply was, William, I cant answer that question, but Im sure most of us here feel the same way, and I only pray that we always will. Julius and Wiley, both had several Negroes. William Andrews also had two families of Negroes. Julius nervously turned the conversation to the matters at hand when he said, Sounds like yall had a prosperous trip. From the signatures looks like we already got thirteen families signed up. William followed with, Well, according to Harris and Mark, you can also count on the Hays, Littles, and Parsons families. Thats sixteen for sure. I continued with, Union County is slam full a Jacksons and accordin to Harris, a bunch of em have plans to go, so we wont really know how many well have until we meet at Red Bank Church. Julius asked, What if some of em refuse to sign the contract? What do we do then? I answered, Dont worry bout that. Mary, Nancy, and Tabitha copied down every word of it and will have the signatures before any family from up there can join the group. Julius replied, Thats great. Id hate to have problems at the last minute. Becky, while rocking Nancy Jane, entered the conservation with, Looks like well have all ages on the trip ranging from the seventies down to little Nancy Jane here, wholl be the youngest. Youngs wife Elizabeth, quickly corrected her by rubbing her stomach saying, No, I think itll be little Jasper or Amanda here. Whichever, itll be here in about five months now. Everyone with the exception of Young was taken by complete surprise. After the consumption of a huge dinner and bout two more hours of discussing the planned trip, everyone began leaving for their homes with a feeling of excitement and happiness. William, T.J., and I spent the rest of the summer outfitting four new wagons, breaking in three new pair of oxen, and replacing old harness. Julius and Young were able to buy fifteen used tents from the South Carolina Militia. Im sure they will come in handy for the trip and for a dwelling until were able to build houses. After the crops were in that fall, I asked T.J. to ride over to John Bledsoes place with me. He was led to believe that we were going to buy a new saddle horse for me. It was only a week until his eighteenth birthday. When we walked out into Johns pasture, I said, Happy birthday T.J. Go pick out a horse for yourself. His eyes got big and round, and his jaw almost dropped to the grass. In his excitement he shouted, A hoss for me! You really mean it, Papa, a real live sho nuff hoss a my own? While T.J. was picking out a horse, I told John, I sure wish you and Sarah were comin with us. Were really gonna miss yall. John replied, Wed like to go with yall, but with all the folks round here buyin new oxen and horses, Im makin more money than I ever thought was possible. I just cant possibly leave now. I hope when this Alabama Fever wears off a little, we can join yall over there. With our help, T.J. finally settled on a three-year old black gelding. He looked a lot like Williams Charcoal. John threw in an old saddle with the deal. When we started across the creek into the yard, T.J. started yelling, Yall come on out here and see ma new hoss. Sarah was the first one out the door and just had to try him out. T.J. said, Now, you dont start showin out, and dont you dare run him fast. Naturally, Sarah did both. As she jumped out of the saddle she said, Boy, you sho picked out a fine hoss. He can fly. He might even outrun Hickory on a good day. T.J. replied, Well, when youre ready for a race, let me know. Aint no girl gonna beat me in a hoss race. Sarah said, Id race you right now, but weve already tired your horse out, so well race tomorrow mornin. What you gonna name him? T.J. said, I been thinking bout that all the way home and since were moving to Alabama, I think Ill just call him Bama. T.J. spent the next three hours rubbing Bama down and putting a glowing shine on the saddle and bridle. The next morning right after breakfast the big race was on. William and his family came down to see it, and we all sat on the front porch to watch. The track was across the creek, over the irrigation bridge, around the big oak on the back side of the cotton field and back to the front porch. The first one to pass the hickory tree out in the front yard was the winner. William was the official starter. Facing the pair sitting anxiously on their mounts, William held his right hand over his head. When he suddenly dropped it, they were off like a shot. Hickory was slightly behind when they reached the creek. Bama ran through the creek which was about two feet deep, while Hickory leaped it completely in a single bound and wound up in front on the other side. On the way back Hickory again cleared the creek completely while Bama choose not to break stride and ran through it again. Hickory won by a head. T.J.s response was, Didnt prove a thing bout their speed. Just proved Hickory could jump. Young and Elizabeth were expecting their baby any day now and asked Sarah if she would come up and stay with them for a while and help with the birthing. Sarah happily agreed but told her mother privately as she was packing her saddlebags, Mama, Ive never seen a baby born before. What am I supposed to do? Becky assured her that there would be someone there to help deliver the baby, and all she needed to do was help with the washing and cooking. Sarah rode up to Youngs on the twenty-first of October, and Jasper Tompkins Goodwin was born on the twenty-fourth. Sarah was back home on the third of December. All the Goodwin women planned to make our last Christmas in South Carolina an event to be remembered. Becky wrote Harris and Mary and asked them to plan on coming down a few days before and staying through the holidays. The rest of the families would come over early on Christmas morning. Becky even got Reverend Salter to agree to come over for dinner and deliver a private Christmas afternoon service for us. Harris, Mary, and their children, Warren and Nancy, arrived on the twenty-third, and we thoroughly enjoyed those two days with just them alone without the noise and interruptions of the whole Goodwin clan. Williams Mary, and Harris Mary, being the great cooks they are, were a tremendous help to Becky and Sarah in preparing all the Christmas food. Sarah and T.J. were in charge of all the Christmas decorations including the big cedar tree that T.J. brought in four days before Christmas. Unbeknownst to any of us, Sarah had gone to the store in Edgefield and bought a bag of hard candy for each of her nieces and nephews, tied them with a bright ribbon, wrote their names on the bags, and placed them neatly under the tree. Sarah wanted to give them out as the children arrived, but Becky reminded her that if she did, none of em would eat a bite for dinner. They decided to wait until right before the Christmas service to pass them out. William and his family all came down and had breakfast with us on Christmas morning. Just after sun-up, all the other children and grandchildren began to arrive. Wiley, Amy, and their daughter, Caroline, were the first, then came Julius, Margaret and their children, Aquilla Miles, Theophilus J., and Mary Ann. Next came Young G. and Elizabeth with their new baby boy, Jasper Tompkins. By mid-morning, Tom and Frances Wright, with their boys, Henry, Theophilus, and Julius; Charity and Dempsey Hatcher, with their children, Jackson, Elizabeth, Rebecca, and Dempsey Jr. ; Gillie and Buck Forrest, with their children, Jeff, Elza, Ellen, and Rebecca were all there. Counting Becky, Sarah, T.J., myself, and the preacher we had forty-four people for Christmas dinner. In all my fifty-three years, I,ve never seen such a spread of scrumptious vittles. There were pies and cakes of all kinds, turkey, ham, chicken, dressing, cornbread, biscuits, rice, potatoes, gravy, turnip and collard greens, beans, peas, and all kinds a candies and cookies Id never seen before. Bout three in the afternoon, Sarah called the children in and passed out the candy. They were exuberant. When she had finished, Preacher John crowded all the rest of us into the parlor for the Christmas service. He opened his big Bible to the book of Luke and stated reading the Christmas story. His deep vibrant voice and the message had us all mesmerized, even with the occasional loud cracking sounds from the mouth of four-year old Willie T. and the subsequent giggles of nine-year old, Mary Ann, and seven-year old Rebecca. The preacher was very patient, paused with every loud crack and proceeded with an excellent message. After everyone left, William, Harris, and I were sitting around the kitchen stove. The women and children were out in the parlor by the fire place. Harris said, Let me catch yall up on who me and Mark have signed up for the trip to Alabama. Thomas and Cassie Hays, their daughter, Elizabeth and her husband, Amos Little, and her brother-in-law, Aaron Little; Sampsons daughter, Sandal and her husband Daniel Jackson; Anna Goodwin Woodsons son, Goodwin Woodson and his wife Nancy Jackson Woodson; and three other Jackson families, brothers of Daniel. Thats the ones from up round Union County, then Mark signed on his in-laws, Joseph and Alcey Parsons. Course yall already know bout Theo T. and his boys, Joshua, Tom, and Solomon. Looks like well have bout fifteen wagons and a passel a people meetin yall at the church the end of February. William replied, Then that means well have bout thirty wagons goin, countin Ira and Mary Ann Portis. I interrupted with, Oh yeah, Harris. I forgot to tell you, that we got a answer from our letter to the Portis last month, sayin theyll be at Hays Store sometime round the twenty-third of February and at the Red Bank Church bout three days later. I sent them a good map. Accordin to their letter, therell probably be a few more families with them. Please let the Hays know when you get back home. Harris and his family left the next day for their home in Laurens County. William, T.J., and I were out at the barn feeding the stock when William said, Papa, Ive been thinkin bout what we could do on our trip in case we run into some bad rain storms. I sho wouldnt want Mama, Mary, and the younguns gettin sick on us. I think Ive got the answer though. You know those tents Julius brought over are bout the right size to make a good cover for the wagons. William continued, If I was to make three small wooden slots on the outside of both sides of each wagon, then cut some long hickory poles, soak em good, then bend them where the ends would fit in tha slots and then let em dry that way, wed have a good solid frame to put the tents over. That way we could keep them and our belongings dry no matter if it was rainin. If it wadnt rainin we could just take the tents off and fold em up. We could even let the women and younguns sleep in the wagons stead of on the ground. T.J. said, Thats a great idea, William. Can I help you build em? William replied, Yeah, Ill even let you pick out the hickory. Grab that axe over yonder and go on out in tha woods and cut me twenty-four saplings bout the size a ya arm. Make sure theyre at least fifteen feet long. Theres a bunch of saplings bout that size out back of Coots old cabin. I interrupted with, Whoa, wait a minute, I need both a yall to help me first. I had the blacksmith in Edgefield build me a heavy iron and wood strongbox to fit snug under the wagon seat. It sho is heavy, so yall help me get it into one a these new wagons fore yall get started on yalls project. William asked, Whatd you get that contraption for? We aint gon be haulin no gold or nothin, are we? I laughed and said, No, but were all gonna have a lot of cash money with us for buyin land and such, and I wanta make sure its safe. I trust all a us, but we gonna have a buncha folks with us I aint even laid eyes on yet. William replied, Oh yeah, youre right. He grabbed one end of the box as T.J. got the other and lifted it onto the wagon. William sent T.J. up to his place to get Jack, Harriet and Simpson to help them, and I went on back in the house to get a cup a coffee, talk to Becky and Sarah, and warm up by the wood stove. Between sips of her coffee, Becky said, Whether yall like it or not, yall got to help get rid of those leftovers from yesterday. We got more food than I know what to do with. I told her, Becky, I could eat that kind of food for a month and never complain. Yall outdid yallselves with that Christmas cooking. I thought it would take three of us to get Preacher Salter back on his horse after all he ate. Never seen a man eat so much in my life. Sarah defended him by saying, Well, he doesnt have a good wife like you do to cook hot meals and look after him. Bout noon, Becky put a big pan of cornbread in the oven and started warming up the leftovers. She said, Sarah, run on up the hill and tell Mary to bring the younguns and come on down here for dinner. On your way tell all of em in the barn to wash up and come on in too. She continued, Theo, if youll get out a the way and get some extra chairs from the dinin room, well just eat right here at the kitchen table. Its a lot warmer in here. I obediently said, Yes, maam, and started moving chairs. After a dinner of leftovers William, T.J., and the children went back to the barn to finish their work. Late that afternoon, Jack came running into the kitchen and said, All a yall come on out to the barn and look. Sure enough, they had one of the wagons completely covered with a canvas tent and tied down securely around the sides. William said, Mama, you and Mary wont have to worry bout any a yalls stuff gettin ruint by rain now. It dont take but a few minutes to cover the wagons and tie down the canvas. Of course, Jack, Simpson, and their father gave us a demonstration by quickly covering one of the other wagons. Jack jumped up in one of the wagons and said, See, you can stand straight up in here and not even touch the top. We all went back into the kitchen, and I finally brought up the subject we had all been avoiding when I said, Were only goin to be able to take a certain amount of our belongings with us, so we need to start decidin and makin a list of the things we can take, and what we leave behind. Becky replied, Theo, you and William decide what farm tools yall want to take and go ahead and load them. Then yall leave it up to me and Mary as to what we decide on. Therell be a lot less arguments that way. Besides, you bought those oxen to pull the four wagons, and if we see they cant do it after they are fully loaded, then well start takin things off. I replied, Thats fine with me, but there are some things that we can eliminate before loadin. Becky retorted, Like what, for example? I replied, Like that heavy stove, there, and those eighteen hickory rockers out on tha porch. With fire in her eyes, Becky said, Theophilus (a name she only used when she was mad), Ive been feedin yall off a that stove for ova twenty years now, and if you think Im gonna leave it, youre crazy. Besides that, ole Coot made each and every one of those rockers with his own hands on account a his love for us and not a one of em is gonna be left! I could see what I was gonna have to contend with for the next two months before we leave for Alabama. I just hope those poor old oxen out there in the pasture survive the trip. By the end of January, 1825, I had convinced Becky that I had saved enough money to buy a new stove plus new furniture and other necessities. She did convince me to take four of the rockers, and by the middle of February we settled on the exact items we would be able to take with us and were able to sell or give away the rest. We gave the stove to our daughter, Frances, and the rockers and some other heavy furniture to our daughter, Gillie. They were to pick them up the day we left. Bartlett Bledsoes estate was finally settled in 1819, twelve years after his death. Our property went to Wiley and Amy and, having known Bartlett and Lydia, I suppose thats the way they would have wanted it. Wiley sold it on February 22, 1825 for four thousand dollars and came by on February 23rd to give me the money. When I told him that we never bought the land, he said, I know that, Papa, but I didnt either, so who should get the money? Me and Amy sho wont take it. We figure it rightly belongs to you and Mama. Yall are the ones who built the house and worked the land for the last thirty-three years. I replied, This turn of events I never expected, but this extra money will sure help when we get to Alabama. We gave William one thousand five hundred dollars of it to off-set the cost of their house. He and Mary were completely surprised but were happy to get the money. On the morning of the twenty- sixth, a strange horse and rider came across the creek and into the yard. He was a tall, husky built fellow, with graying black hair, sporting a well trimmed moustache. He appeared to be in his early forties. I walked out into the front yard as he jumped off his horse and said, I hope your name is Theo. When I nodded my head, he continued, Ive already stopped at two farms looking for yall. My names Ira Portis, from Ransoms Bridge, North Calina. As I shook his hand, I said, Yeah, Ive been looking for yall any day now. How many families came with you? He replied, Just two, but with the younguns and Negroes, theres bout twenty-five folks. We all set up camp back at Red Bank Church late yesterday evenin. We wanted to make sure we got here early. I said, Come on in the house, I want you to meet my family. We went on out to the kitchen, and Becky poured us a cup of coffee and asked, Can I fix you some breakfast, Mr. Portis? He replied, No, thank you, I ate round daylight this morning, and please call me Ira or Preacher like all a my friends do. After catching us up on his family and the Franklin County folks, two hours had passed. Ira said, Well, Id better be headin back up to tha camp. Well see yall day after tomorrow. We walked with him to the front yard and waved goodbye as he crossed the creek. On the morning of the twenty-seventh, two of Wileys Negroes, Buckeye and Fudge, came walking up to the house. Wiley had sent them over to help us load and also to drive for us. Buckeye was bout sixteen, six feet tall and as broad as an axe handle. Fudge, was round twenty, short and a little pudgy round the middle. They were fascinated when they saw how we had outfitted the wagons for the tents. Both of them proved to be well trained in the handling of oxen and had two of the wagons backed up to our back porch in no time. They took the other two wagons up to Williams house. By the end of the day the wagons were completely loaded and ready to leave early the next day. Fudge was to drive one of Williams wagons, and Jack was to drive the other. William had painstakenly worked with Jack for the past month teaching him all the ins and outs of handling the oxen and wagons. Buckeye, T.J. and me were responsible for our two wagons. Our last night in the house that had served us well for the last thirty-three years was a little sad, but this was overshadowed by our excitement over the trip. CHAPTER FOURTEEN BACK