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From William Goodwin:
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
A TWO HOLER, OF COURSE
After we left Papa, Mama, and Sarah, Willie T. continued to cry for the next mile or
two, then settled down in the back of the wagon to pout and watch Jack driving the team
behind us. The milk cow was tied to the back of Jacks wagon, and Charcoal was fully
saddled and tied to the back of our wagon. When we came to the first crossroads, all the
wagons stopped for their noon break. This was where we would leave the Federal Road.
We said our goodbyes to the Hayes, the Littles, the Woodsons, and the Jacksons, then
turned right on the trail to the southwest and Mt. Willing. It sure was a lonesome drive
without all the other wagons.
Simpson has been begging his mother for the past thirty minutes to let him ride the
horse along side the wagon. Finally I said, For gosh sakes, Mary, let the boy ride the
horse. He knows how. And another thing, let Willie T. ride behind him. Maybe itll stop
those sobs I keep hearin from back there. I stopped the wagon and put the boys up on
Charcoal. From there all the way to Mt. Willing late that afternoon, they were both happy
as a dead pig in the sunshine.
We set up camp just below the land office in a small oak grove by a free flowing spring.
When the news got around that some new settlers were camped by the spring, we musta
hadda visit from evabody in the village. They were all friendly, and just about eva one of
em offered us lodging for the night. They were all asking questions bout their relatives
back over in the Edgefield District.
We were completely taken by surprise when a group of ladies came walking up with a
big pot a fresh beans, a pot a beef stew and a pan a cornbread. They handed it to Mary
and said, We know youre worn out and figured this would help. Mary, being very tired,
was completely overcome by the thoughtfulness and generosity of these new distant
neighbors. She started to bawl bout as loud as Willie T. did early that morning. When she
finally regained her composure, she said, Thank you so much. You just dont know how
good it makes me feel to find folks like yall after a month out in that wilderness. Every
last one of em chimed in, Oh yes, we do. We all made the same trip five years ago.
Thats exactly why were here.
I was waiting at the front of the Alabama Company of South Carolina land office when
the doors opened the next morning. A tall, heavy set, well dressed, middle-aged man, with
very noticeable buck teeth welcomed me in. He said, my name is Abner Peabody. You
can just call me Rabbit. All my friends do. You must be William Goodwin, right? Im
glad he ended his introduction with a personal question. It got my mind back on track. I
was just about to lose my composure, like Mary last night, and bust out laughing at such
an appropriate nickname.
I answered, Thats right, howd you know? He replied, A friend a yours, Henry
Hill, came in about a month ago, and reserved a two hundred fifty acre parcel a land for
ya. Its located south a here, right this side a the Butler County line on a small stream
that runs into Wolf Creek. Its only a few miles from here. You just take that road straight
across the street. It goes down to Wilcox County and dead ends on the river at a village
called Camden. Yall turn off it bout three miles south, before you get to old man Braggs
store. Aint much of a road when you turn left off the main road. Its more like a two-rut
wagon trail. Nobody except the Cassadys and Sullivans live down in that neck a tha
woods. They call the area Palmyra. You will pass the Cassady and Sullivan farms before
you get to your land.
Peabody unfolded a map, marked the exact boundaries of our land, and marked where
to turn off the Camden road. He handed it to me, and said, At two dollars an acre, thatll
be five hundred dollars. I paid him, picked up the legal papers, and started back down to
the wagons. The name Rabbit kept coming to my mind. I tried to suppress my laughter
as I passed people on the street, but couldnt do a very good job of it. When I got back to
the wagons still grinning, Mary asked, Whats so funny? I replied, Oh, nothin. Ill tell
you later.
Jack had both wagons hitched up, the stock tied off on the back and was ready to go.
Harriet had insisted that today it was her turn to ride Charcoal, and, of course, Willie T.
put up a howl to ride with her and won. Mary said, You know when we see Sarah again,
Im gonna give her the devil for spoilin that boy so. Shes just ruint im.
After we had traveled a few miles, Mary said, Look way down the road there in front
of us. Is that two riders by the side a tha road? As we got a little closer, I agreed, It
sho is. Reach under the seat and get the shotgun. Aint no tellin what they want. They
were right in the middle of the trail where we planned to turn left. We stopped and one of
em said, Im Dan Sullivan, and this heres ma neighbor, Calvin Cassady. Rabbit
Peabody told us youd be here anyday now. Calvin was in town yesterday when yall set
up camp. We just wanted to welcome yall and take ya down to yalls new land. It sho is
nice to have some new neighbors.
Calvin, through a big smile that covered his whole face, said, Yeah, Im gettin sorta
tired a lookin at Dans ugly face. Were happy yall finally made it. I said, This is my
wife, Mary. My boy, Jack, is driving the other wagon. Thats my younguns, Harriet and
Willie T. on tha horse. This heres Simpson tween me and his ma, and thats Nancy Jane
sittin in her mas lap. Dan said, Im glad to meet all a yall. My wife, Jennie, and
Calvins wife, Martha, got a big dinner ready for us when we get down to my place. Yall
just follow us.
Dan was a slim, wiry built man, sporting a full red beard. He seemed to be in his late
twenties or early thirties. Calvin was middle-aged, short, and very stocky. He seemed to
be smiling every time you looked at his swarthy face. As we were following them down
the trail, I turned to Mary and said, You remember Papa talkin bout some Sullivans he
ran into back in Edgefield? Seems they were headed to Alabama. Wonder if Dans any kin
to em. Ill ask im when we get to his place.
As we pulled into the yard, two women, one carrying a small baby, and the other
leading a small boy, came out the front door to meet us. Dans wife, carrying the baby,
said, My names Jennie. This is Martha. Yall get down and come on in. We introduced
ourselves, walked up on a huge front porch, and sat down. Dan immediately said, Ive
run into a couple a Goodwins in the past few years. You wouldnt happen to be kin to
Young or Theophilus, would you? I answered, Sho am. Theos my father, and Youngs
my great-uncle. I figured you might be the Sullivan what Papa talked about so much. He
met you and your brother at the blacksmiths over in Edgefield a few years back.
A sad look came over Dans face as he said, Yeah, that was me and James. James died
of the fever down at Ft. Claiborne three years ago. We named little James over there after
him.
Mary was now holding the baby. She said, Hes so cute. How old is he? Jennie
answered, Hell be eight months old come Sunday. His middle name is Griffin, after my
maiden name. Mary asked, Where you from fore you came to Alabama? Jennie
replied, My folks moved down here to Monroe County, Mississippi Territory, back in
1815, right after the Creeks surrendered. They got passage on a big cargo ship to Mobile,
came up the river on a river boat, and settled close to Ft. Claiborne.
Harriet chimed in and asked, Miss Martha, whered your folks come from? Martha
answered, Well, we came over here with a big wagon train, just like yall. We left our
home in the town of Mt. Willing, South Carolina, bout five years ago. I was a couple a
years older than you at the time. Calvin and his folks were with the same group, and me
and him just sort a hit it off real good. We got married in 1821. Harriet, being very
inquisitive, asked, Yall got any babies yet? She said, We sure do. That little three-year
old, playing out there under the tree with Willie and Simpson, is John Calvin Cassady.
Hes our only one so far.
While we were eating the scrumptious dinner they had set for us, Dan said, I notice
yall didnt bring any Negroes with yall. You plannin on buyin some? I answered. No,
never have owned any. I may try to rent some to help with the land clearin. I sho need to
get a crop in this year.
Dan replied, Well, Jennies pa left us with bout fifteen of em when he died a couple
a years ago. Her ma moved on to Mississippi to live with her sister, Jennies aunt. We just
finished puttin in bout a hundred and fifty acres a cotton and fifty acres a corn last
week. I got twelve good field hands just sittin round eatin and gettin fat right now.
Calvin said, Amen to that, I got eight of em doin the same thing.
I asked, Yall mind if I rent em from ya for a few weeks? Dan said, Naw, I aint
gonna rent em out, but if yall ll feed em, youre welcome to em. Calvin said, Same
goes for mine, and I got four of em whats doggone good carpenters, if you can use
em. I said, Now, I got the money to pay yall for their use, and I expect to do just
that. Calvin, through a big, disarming smile, said, William, thats what good neighbors
are for. Sides that, I may need some help from you one a these days.
After dinner, Dan and Calvin rode on over to our land with us. It was an area of gently
rolling hills covered with big pine, oak, sweet gum and hickory trees. Calvin said, I know
yall left the Federal Road a couple a days ago, but I got a surprise for ya. If yall look
over in the next little valley and across the creek, youll see that same road. The Butler,
Montgomery County line lies tween here and the creek. The line borders yalls land on
the south side.
I was shocked and said, I thought the road continued straight south through Butler
County. He said, No. Below Ft. Deposit it takes a southwesterly turn through the
northwest corner of Butler, by Ft. Dale, and then southwest along the border of Conecuh
and Monroe and on down to Ft. Mims and Ft. Stoddard in Baldwin County. If theres eva
any Indian trouble, the best place fa yall to head is to Ft. Deposit. Its only a few miles
east a here. I said, If thats the case, then itll be easy to take our crops down to the
road and then south. Dan said, No. A fellow named Frank Baskins put up a big gin
house in Fostoria. Thats over past Braggs store. Hell gin it, buy it and then haul it over
to the river. All we gotta do is get it to tha gin. After ginnin costs, we cleared
twenty-four cents a pound last fall.
Calvin said, I heard in town yesterday hes puttin in a grinder and some big vats this
summer. They say hell be able to grind your cane, and make syrup for ya for a few cents a
gallon. Dan said, I been grindin and boilin my own for the past two years, but it sho is
hot and tirin work. If what you heard is true, Ill probly just haul my cane over there.
We continued southward to the top of a hill overlooking the creek and the Federal
Road. It was covered with live oak and hickory trees. Mary and Harriet, both at the same
time said, Stop! Mary pointing straight ahead, said, This is it! Well camp here and
build our house right on top a this hill in the shade of those tall oak trees. Harriet was off
Charcoal and running round through the huge trees, pointing out where the house oughta
sit.
Dan said, Well feed the Negroes eva mornin fore they come over and eva night
when they get back in. Mary, all you and Harriet need to do is fix em a big pot a dried
beans and buncha fried cornbread fa dinner. Thatll keep em goin. Well be back with
em early in tha mornin. We thanked them for their wonderful hospitality, as they both
mounted their horses and rode off to the north. The next morning, March 22nd, we heard
singing and chanting as the Negroes headed up the north side of the hill.
We had already finished breakfast. Mary and Harriet were down the south side of the
hill washing pans in the large spring Jack and Simpson had found late yesterday afternoon.
It flowed out from under the roots of an ancient hickory tree that mustve been sixty feet
tall. The spring was only bout fifty yards from where we planned on building the house. It
flowed downhill another fifty yards and emptied into the creek.
Dan rode up ahead of the column of Negroes. He said, Big Jake, here, as he
indicated with his thumb, will be in charge of em. As you can see, hes big enough to
back up any orders that you or him give any of em. Jake looked to be in his late twenties
or early thirties, round six four and bout two hundred forty pounds, with muscles on top
a muscles. I agreed, Yeah, Dan, I think he can handle the job. Dan said, Just sit down
with him, tell him what you want done, and hell take it from there. Hes one a tha
smartest Negroes I eva dealt with.
With that, Dan rode off. He yelled back over his shoulder, If yall need me for
anything, just send one a yo boys. I was a little surprised to see that they had brought
several teams of oxen and plenty of tools with them. The night before, Mary and I had
decided to clear about two hundred thirty acres of the land and leave all the trees on this
hill, which would be our homesite. I immediately beckoned Jake to come on over and sit
down on the ground by me.
I picked up a hickory stick and drew out the plans for a dwelling on the bare ground. I
said, Jake, the very first thing I want em to build is an outhouse back over on the north
slope of the hill which will be to the back side a the house. Jake grinned and said,
Yassuh, I can sho unnerstan that. You want a one holer or a two holer? I answered,
A two holer, of course. With all a our younguns, well need it.
He asked, Missa William, does you want evathang built outta logs or does you plan
to get some sawed lumber? I answered, All logs. He immediately called to a bunch of
younger Negro boys, Tony, you and Cato and the rest a yall younguns grab some a
them buckets and head down yonder to tha creek. Now, dont yall come back up heah
til eva one of em is full a good creek clay. He called out, Zack, you, Bo, Frank and
Pete come on ova here.
He then turned to me and said, Dem fo niggas is de bes builders in dese parts.
Deyll have yall under a roof in lessn two weeks. He then turned to the four and said,
Now, yall be sho an lissen to what Miss Mary an Missa William heah tell yall, an
build dat house zackly how they say. Turning to Mary, he continued, Miss Mary, Im
leavin all a my boys ova heah to help yall. You an Missa William keep em busy and
make em behave, and deyll do a good job.
As Jake and I stood talking, the boy called Tony, came running up the hill hollerin,
Papa! Papa! We found a clay pit down yonder big as a barn! It got a nuff good yeller
and gray clay in that bank to build a hunnert houses! Come on, let me sho yall. Jake
yelled back, Boy, wheres yo manners? Cant you see wes talkin?
I said, Come on, Jake, lets go see what they found. We can talk on the way. Those
boys are excited, and they need a little braggin on anyway. Sure enough, they had found
a big pocket of good building clay. Jake pulled out a big handful and said, Boys, yall
sho right. This is some a tha bes buildin clay Ive eva seen. We left the boys grinning
from ear to ear. On the way back up the hill, I asked, Jake, all a them yo boys? He
grinned and said, Fo head of ems mine. Tony, hes sixteen, Cato, hes foteen, Little
Jake, hes thirteen and that little un you saw, thats Sam. Hes jus nine.
As we reached the top, Jake asked, You want all the land cept this hill cleared,
right? I said, Right. He split the other sixteen in pairs, gave em a crosscut saw and an
ox and sent em off down the hill. He separated four of em and told em, Find the tallest,
straightest hickories yall can find at the bottom of the hill, cut em, strip em sho nuff
clean, and have the oxen drag em back up here to Zack. He sent the rest to the
boundaries of our land to work their way back in.
As he left, he asked, Missa William, I sho hope you can keep them younguns a yalls
back up heah close to tha wagons, cause deys gonna be trees fallin all ova tha place
down yonda. I sho wouldnt want none of em to git hurt. In a matter of minutes we
heard singing, keeping time with the sawing, and, as Jake promised, trees started falling all
over the place.
Mary and Harriet set up the big iron pot on spits over the fire and started boiling dried
beans. Jack, Simpson, and Willie T. started hauling rocks and clay up the hill and curbing
the spring. I told them that while we had the labor, I was going to have them dig a well.
They wanted to do it anyway. Jack reasoned, Pa, we gotta have a springhouse for
storage, so we figured wed go head and curb it. It made sense to me. They worked like
bees from morning til night and completely curbed it in. When Mary called them to
supper, they all drug up the hill, tired and wet as drowned rats.
They were surprised at the progress made on the house that first day. The foundation
was finished, and the log floor was in. I spent most of the day watching in amazement, the
logs for the floor being shaved down with a planer so the floor would be flat and level.
The ends of the floor logs were cut down on each end to mesh right into the assembly of
logs that made up the walls. The floor was bout three feet off the ground, and as the logs
were wedged into place, all the boys were sent underneath to caulk the cracks with clay.
The next morning, as the walls were going up, Zack said, Missa William, we gon be
chinkin tween them logs fo long. Sho would be nice ifn we had bout three a fo
wagon loads a good straight oak boads, sos we could pack in dat clay, den cover each
crack wid dem boads frum log to log. He continued, Deys a sawmill right down da
road out yonder, tween heah and Fot Dale. It sits on tha banks a Wolf Creek. Wouldnt
take em no time to cut us up some. If we had enough, I could cover tha flo wid em,
offsettin tha cracks, and then wall up tha inside a tha house. Yall ud sho nuff have a
nice lookin house den, an wid it bein built outta dese good hickories and dem oak
boards I been talkin bout, it ud be heah when wes all dead and gone.
By the end of the day, Jack and I had made two trips to the sawmill and hauled four full
wagon loads of good straight oak lumber back up the hill. The level of work put in the
first two days was repeated as regular as clockwork every day, excluding Sundays. During
this time, Jack and I had to make two trips over to the landing on the river to pick up
supplies. There was a huge general merchandise store over there right by the docks. It
supplied most of the hardware and tools for the farmers in this area. Calvin Cassady said
everything was usually much cheaper over there than at the store in Greenville or Mt.
Willing, cause there were no extra costs added in for hauling it inland.
The closest route to the river was past Braggs store, through the villages of Minter
and Richmond. Bout four miles past Richmond, the river makes a big turn toward the
east. The docks in that big turn are appropriately called Big Bend. The trip there was
bout fifteen miles. It took about five hours one way, with a two-ox wagon. A brand new
steam paddle wheeler made two trips upriver as far as Montgomery each week. As Calvin
had told us, the military did a good job of maintaining the road and bridges. Since the new
steamboat started its runs, all the supplies for Fort Dale and Fort Deposit come upriver by
boat to Big Bend and then by wagon to the forts.
We made our first trip to the river on April 15th, to pick up farm tools. While there the
paddle wheeler Nettie Quill eased into the docks from downriver. Jack was so excited, he
ran right up to the edge of tha docks to get a better look. Deck hands at the front and
back of the boat tossed off two thick ropes which were quickly secured to the dock.
Others lowered a wide gangplank to the dock. When the ropes were tightly secured to the
docks, a railing was put into place on each side of the gangplank. To my surprise, about
two dozen mules were herded down to the docks and driven to a large holding pen across
the road from the store. Mules were a rare sight. We had seen a few on the trip to
Alabama, but not up close. We had always used oxen for farm work.
After more cargo was unloaded, the heavy set young man who had been giving all the
orders came strolling down from the deck. He had a big smile on his face as he walked up
to me and Jack and asked, Boy, is this the first time youve seen a paddle wheeler? You
sho did seem excited when we were pullin in. Jack answered, No sir. We saw one at
Augusta, on tha Savannah River, but not this close up. The captain reached out his hand
and said, My names Frank Johnson. I shook his hand and said, My names William
Goodwin, and this is my boy, Jack. An even bigger smile came on his face when I said
the name Goodwin.
He said, Well, Ill just be damned, you gotta be old Youngs kin folk. He told me to
be on the lookout fa yall eva time I pulled in heah. Yall come on, Im gonna give yall
the grand tour a this boat. As we followed him up the ramp, he asked back over his
shoulder, William, you knew yo great uncle owned a boat didnt you? I answered, No.
What kinda boat? He laughed and said, This un youre standin on right here.
I stopped in my tracks as we stepped on the deck and through a look of utter
astonishment, said, My God Amighty. I knew he was doin well, but he must be sho
nuff rich! Frank replied, If he aint, hes sho gonna be from what he tells me. He sho
made me a good deal when he bought this boat. He furnishes the boat and labor and gives
me a fourth a evathing we clear on freight and passengers. Wont take too many years a
this fo he makes me rich, too.
He gave us a full tour and then took us to the his plush living quarters. We sat down at
the kitchen table, while his cook, Adalina, an enormous Negro of bout three hundred
pounds, poured us a cup a coffee. Between sips, Frank said, Now, William, Im in
Mobile two or three times a week. If its somethin special you want me to pick up for ya
down there, it wont cost you a cent for pickin it up and bringin it back upriver for ya.
Itll only cost what I have to pay for it, and I always get a big discount. Those merchants
down there know what side their breads buttered on.
I said, I wouldnt want to put you out none. He replied, Aint no bother atall. Ill
just find what ever you want, pay for it, have the Negroes load and unload it, and then you
can pay me for it. I said Theres two things I need right now. Some framed windows,
two dozen of em, and a big cook stove. He said, The windows come in all sizes. What
size you want? I replied, Four by four, if you can get em. If you cant, any size you
can. He said Fine. If yall meet me back here a week from today at the same time, Ill
have em for ya.
He got up from the table and said, Sounds like they got the wood for the firebox all
loaded. Guess we better be headin on upriver. As we started down the gangplank he
hollered, Any time yall want a go upriver to visit yalls kin, just meet us here on the
docks. As we headed back home that afternoon, all Jack or me could think or talk about
was our tour of the boat. It was just about dark when we got in that night. We must have
spent the next two hours telling the family bout all the exciting things that happened
today.
Jack and I were back at the docks a week later. Sure enough, Frank had brought a
fancy wood cooking stove and all the windows. We brought both wagons, thank
goodness, cause they were both fully loaded when we pulled off the dock. We stopped at
the mule yard, picked out two fine looking young mules, haggled the dealer down to
fifteen dollars each, tied one to the back of each wagon and headed home. The whole
family was elated when we pulled in that night. Weve never had glass windows before.
All Mary could say was, Its sho gonna be nice to be able to cook on a nice stove like
this. Then, as an afterthought, said, What did all this finery cost us, William? I smiled
and said, Not countin tha mules, lessn a hundred dollars. Can you believe that? She
said, Thats great, but what did those stupid lookin mules cost, and whos gonna plow
em anyway?
Jack said, Mama, they only cost fifteen dollars each, and when next plowin time
comes, Simpson will be able to handle em. Sho will help me and Pa, wont it Pa? He
continued without waiting for an answer, Mules aint as strong as oxen, but theyre sho
lot easier to plow. Mary laughed as she asked, Jack, where in the world did you find out
so much bout mules? Jack replied, The man what sold em to us. He said, Fo too
long, oxen are gonna be a thing a the past.
As the Negroes cleared a plot a land and stumped it, Jack and I, along with two a
Dans field hands, were right in behind them with the oxen, mules, and plows, preparing
the rich, black virgin soil for its first crops of cotton, corn, and wheat. We planted a
hundred fifty acres a cotton, fifty acres a corn, and twenty-five acres a wheat. We left
fifteen acres for pasture, four acres for sugar cane and bout an acre for vegetables. The
hill with our house covered bout five acres. The fifteen acres of pasture land extended
around the hill on the western side and included about a half-mile of the creek run. As the
smaller saplings were cut, they were used to build a rail fence around the pasture.
The house was finished. It had a big parlor, a dining room, and two bedrooms on the
first floor with a staircase leading up to four more bedrooms on the second floor, two on
each side of a wide hall. Out back of the dining room, bout twenty feet from the house,
was a big kitchen and pantry. We had two glass windows in each corner bedroom. All the
bedrooms were on a corner. We put two windows side by side in the parlor, two on each
wall in the dining room, and one on each of the four walls in the kitchen. There is a huge
stone fireplace in the parlor. We saved most of the oak, cut it into one and three foot logs
and stacked it between two hickory trees in the back yard. The shorter logs will be split
into stove wood.
Both the roof of the house and the kitchen are covered with thick hickory shingles that
were cut for us down at the sawmill. The land is cleared and planted, and all the Negroes
are now finishing a springhouse covering the big spring, a smokehouse, and a barn. Jake
and his boys dug us a deep well right off the kitchen porch, curbed it up seven feet off the
ground and four feet above the porch extension, and covered it with a shingled roof. Mary
was pleased when she saw she could walk right outta tha kitchen and draw a bucket a
good fresh water, without eva touching the ground.
Dan, sold us a sow with a litter a twelve pigs. Calvin sold us a half dozen good laying
hens and what he called a rambunctious rooster. Jack, Simpson, and I finished a chicken
house and a pig pen out back a tha barn. We were finally able to sit back in the rockers
on a brand new front porch and take pride in all that had been accomplished in the past
eight weeks.
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