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The Prior Family History
1889 to 1986

April 1, 1898

Some early history of Morgan County, Georgia and one of the best families.

At the close of the present century there lived in Columbia County some 18 or 20 miles north of Augusta, a family by the name of Prior. In the year 1804 Morgan County, then Baldin, was surveyed by Government authority and divided into square lots, 202 ½ acres each. These lots were drawn by parties living in other sections of the State, and deeded to them by the Government. In most cases, the parties drawing lots would move to them , settle homes, clearing original forests and cultivate where had lately been the hunting grounds of Indians. Sometimes the first owner would sell for a mere pittance, and many a fertile and heavily timbered acre passed into several different owners before these rich lands could command as much as three or four dollars per acre.

In this family of Priors spoken of above, there were five of six boys who decided to try their fortunes in the new counties farther west. Two of these, John and Asa, set their stakes in the new County of Morgan in the year 1819. John, the elder of the two, bought and settled a place near where now stands Philadelphia Church, 8 miles north of Madison and about one mile from the Post Office of Apalatchee. He lived there a few years in Madison County and when he came to Morgan he was a man in middle life about forty four years old.

He had been a soldier in the war of 1812 and on his return home from the War he cut a walking stick in Alabama and the same stick in now in the possession, of his grandson, Robert H. Prior, of Apalatchee, who is the youngest son of the said John Prior. John Prior lived but two years after settling in Morgan County, dying at the age of 46. He left a family of four sons and three daughters. The oldest of the boys, Haden Prior married the mother of Judge C. B. Stoval, of Madison, but lived only a few months after marriage, dying before he was 21 years old. Robert Prior the next son was for a number of years a resident and merchant of Madison, who died during the war and his two sons G. S. and R. T. are now prosperous merchants of Atlanta, Georgia. Garland Prior. The third son had literary attainments, as was evinced by the fact that he was elected professor of the preparatory department of Mercer University at Penfield, Georgia in 1855. He died before he assumed his college duties. His youngest and only living son, Judge Garland Prior, is now and has been for several years, Judge of the City Court of Gainsville, Georgia. The youngest of the sons of the elder John Prior, Felix W., who was but a year old when his father died, remained at the old homestead with his mother who died 31 years after the death of her husband. Felix W. Prior bought other lands and settled a new place half a mile from the old home on the road from Apalatchee to Madison where still lives his widow in her 75th year, whith her youngest son, Robert H. Prior.

Asa Prior was considerably younger than his brother John, but followed to Morgan County near Madison. The County records in the Clerk's Office show this same Asa Prior, in 1819 bought five acres of land, paying $50.00 for the same, of what is now known as the old Stew place, now owned by Mr. Boughton. He wnet to North Carolina to get a wife. He owned two horses, so his newly made bride rode on one and he the other bringing his wardrobe in his saddlebags and her quilts on the horses.

It was in this manner that the journey was made from North Carolina, to Georgia where Asa Prior and his devoted Sallie came to cast their lots among the strangers of Morgan County. Asa had learned well the black smith trade and up on a hill beyond the branch near the road that leads out of town by the Atkinson house, on one five acres he had bought, he built him a rude shop, and this was the beginning of his remarkable life of money making and accumulating property. He must have been unusually industrious as the ownership of thousands of acres and hundreds of slaves later in life attested. One day while at the forge his brother John called to see him, and he looked up long enough to say “Good morning, John, Sallie is at the house. Go up. I will be there at dinner” and without another word turned at once to his iron. He soon made enough money to buy a negro man and he took him in the Shop and used him as a striker with the heavy sledge hammer. The name of the negro was Sank, and his Master the smith, when the iron was red would often say in tones the negro well understood, “Thunder down Sank, thunder down.”

He accummulated money rapidly and his five acres soon grew to several hundred. What time he had from his shop he devoted to clearing and cultivating his fields. Once after a hard days work in his shop, after he and Sank had eaten their supper, he told Sank they must go around and mend up the log heaps that had been burning in the new ground, so he started Sank in one direction and he went in the other. The negro, getting through with his part of the task first, lay down to wait for his master and fell asleep. His master supposing he had finished his part and had gone home, left him asleep, where he remained, all night without waking, although a heavy rain fell during the night. While living at this newly settled home about two miles from Madison, there was born to Asa and Sallie Prior several children among them four that were deaf and dumb: three boys and one girl. After leaving the County they were educated at the Deaf and Dunb Asylum at Cave Spring, Georgia. The girl and youngest son, Lucius were afterward sent to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and for mutes were very highly educated. The said Lucius married a mute girl and it was said they were the happiest people in the world when they discovered that their oldest child could hear and would have the power of speech.

In the year 1833, after a sojourn of 14 years in Morgan County, having added to his first five acres several hundred, Asa Prior sold his home and land near Madison and with his family and several slaves moved to Polk County, in Northwest Georgia; bought the land where the city of Cedartown is now located and the once poor blacksmith came in possession of six thousand acres of the richest valley land of North Georgia, and five or six hundred slaves. He owned the famous spring of clear sparkling water in the Corporate limits of Cedartown, from which gushes a full grown creek. Having moved early in manhood from Columbia County to Morgan and in middle life from Morgan to Polk, and grown immensely wealthy, it would seem he would pass his old age in quiteude and peace but he heard of the rich land of Texas, making a bale of cotton per acre, and the impetuous feelings and desire for greater achievements, with the iron will that urged him on in his younger days took possession of him, even in the decline of life it is said of him that he boasted that he would go to Texas and buy enough land to make a County and call it Prior County. Little did he dream of the future value of his Georgia land of thousands of fertile valey acres broken and separated by the hills of iron ore now worth hundreds if not millions of dollars. This is but an example of the family of man, the longing and craving that wealth cannot satisfy. His Texas dream never materialized. A number of his children had married and he had given them a start in life with lands and homes and slaves, but the old, intent on new acquistions, disposed of his thousands of acres now worth more than any in Texas, with the remnant of a once large family set his face toward the Lone Star State. After landing in Texas, that herculean physical strength that gave the right arm so much power at the forge and anvil in young manhood had been slowly but surely dying and Asa Prior, the poor boy of Columbia, the industrious blacksmith of Morgan and the wealthiest man of Polk, soon found a grave in the far off new State of Texas.

One of his sons, Dr. William Prior, achieved honor and fame as a surgeon and physician in Cedartown and died a few years ago. Another son, Haden M. was successful as a farmer and business man and at the beginning of the Civil War he was in possession of much of the land once owned by his father, many slaves and considered a wealthy man in Polk County, worth several hundred thousands of dollars.

My father, Felix W. Prior, like his cousin Haden M. was bitterly opposed to the secession of the States. When a little boy, just after the war, I often heard my father Felix M. Prior, speak of his cousin Haden M. Prior and how Haden's son John T. Prior avenged his father's death by killing six men. My father knew that Haden, like himself was opposed to secession and to the War. He often said but for such hot headed secessionists as Bob Toombs and Howard Cobb, the cruel and bloody war of the sixties would have been averted. He was not an admirer of President Jefferson Davis, always maintained that had Alexander Stephens been President instead of Vice President of the Southern Confederacy, that the War and slavery question would have been honorably settled without the last two years of bloodshed and that the owners would have received fair compensation for their slaves.

Though opposed to the War, when called came Felix M. Prior joined the State troops and opposed Sherman on his march through Georgia to the sea.

Although bitterly opposed to secession and the War, and very retiring in disposition and reticent in speech, he was as brave a man as ever shouldered a musket. He told me that he was the first man that gave out the whoop so well known as the Rebel Yell in the charge through an open field to Griswoldville. This was a misdirected and unfortunate affair caused by drunken leaders. Many of the older men and boys of Georgia met death in that brave but unwise charge, unprotected in an open field against the trained forces of Sherman's regulars.

Even when a boy, as I listened to my father tell of how John Prior avenged his father's death, I decided that if I ever had the opportunity I would see John Prior and have him relate to me the circumstances connected with the affair. About a year ago I was in North Georgia, and I determined to see him. Went to Prior Station and his home in a valley near the station. I rode up to the gate and a young lady was out in the front yard. I asked her if that was where Mr. Prior lived and she said yes. Her name was Annie and she said that she was Mr. John Prior's daughter. I went into the house and found an old lady who looked wan and pale and the sad expression on her countenance showed that many years of trouble had been her lot on earth. She was a widow of Haden M. Prior, who was so brutally murdered on the sixth day of April, 1866.

Naught but the grave can blot out the memory of that eventful day, and the scenes that followed which made her son the slayer of half dozen men to avenge the death of her beloved husband, and naught but a greater life and a happier land can bring a smile to the withered and wrinkled face, and joy to that sorrowing crushed heart. She told me that her husband was murdered and the little negro boy that was with him was also killed and both hid in the woods where they were afterwards found and that both were buried side by side in the family burying ground near Cedartown.

I found her son, John T. Prior about a mile from home with his trusty rifle on his shoulder. His gun or pistol has been almost a daily companion since the days of the sixties, not that he intends to kill anybody else or fear being killed, but a lover of hunting and experience of former days, has made his gun almost a part of himself. A leading attorney of Cedartown told me there could not be found in all that country a man more law abiding with kinder impulses and nobler generosity than this same John T. Prior, the slayer of half dozen men.

When I met him I asked if he objected to telling me of the death of his father and what followed. He assented and began his story. As he proceeded I noticed a determined expression on his face and a weird strange look in his little, glassy eyes, and I realized that the words that fell from his lips were relating a succession of tragedies that would stir the heart of any man.

The Revenge of John T. Prior
True and Thrilling Story of the Life
of a Noted North Georgian


Six men have been slain by John T. Prior, of this place, to avenge the murder of his father. He has never been arrested nor suffered any penalty for his half-dozen man slaughters. He traveled through Texas and Arkansas in search of one of the murders of his father.

Of all stories of Southern romance and revenge this true history of Mr. Prior is one of the most thrilling ever recorded. In fact, the life of this fearless man, full of tragedy, mingled with comedy would make a novel stranger than fiction.

Throughout Northwest Georgia the fame of John T. Prior has spread, and stories of the number of men he has killed have been exaggerated into a score or more. There are few boys in this section who have not heard since childhood of his wonderful shooting with pistol, rifle, and shotgun for he is regarded as a mighty Nimrod. It was told that he could kill thirty quail in the field, firing first one barrel and then the other without missing a shot; that he hunted squirrels with a pistol bringing them down from the tallest trees, and for turkey, deer and other game the record was decreed too unimportant to mention. It was peculiar interest that I called on this Esau of Georgia yesterday and heard from his own lips the story of his remarkable life. His home, which is in sight of the railroad station named for him, is a comfortable frame house of colonial style, and was built shortly after the war. It is of a much better type than the average Southern farmer's home. With the noted and cordial hospitality of Dixie Land he invited me in and insisted that I stay to dinner. “I never turn anybody away”, says he, “I have a special room out here where I feed the tramps.”


The Prior family was among the earliest to settle in the firtile and very productive Cedar Valley. Our hero was born in Green County, Georgia, July 22, 1840, and is accordingly fifty-seven years old. He is a typical Georgia Mountaineer about five feet and eleven inches tall, and very thin and wiry. Some people would say he is delicate. That is a mistake. He is all muscle. His features are pinched and small and a straggling gray beard covered his face. The moment you look at him, there is one feature that impresses you so that you scarcely look at others, although you are only permitted fleeing glances. Never have I seen such weird, peculiar eyes as those of John Prior. They are small gray and glitter like a jewel.

“You seem as if you were looking through me at the nail head in the floor”, I remarked.

“I never center my eyes on anybody but a person I hate,” he says “I know their effect on people, and have often been told what you say, so that I never stare at anybody because it would frighten them.”

But for a minute, at my request, he looked me squarely in the eyes, and I saw, strange to relate, that there was no white around the little glassy, gray iris. While the pupil seemed never to dilate, but was always minimized. If the “eye is the window of the soul” this nervy North Georgia hero must have a peculiar soul indeed. No negro in all this cotton and iron territory would dare to meet the spirit of the slayer of six men, and they all believe his house is haunted.

As this history of Mr. Prior will concern the period of the closing of the civil war, it will be necessary to relate some of the existing conditions. The Prior family, with a large number of slaves and broad acres of productive land became wealthy, and at the time of the firing of Fort Sumpter counted their possessions way up in the hundred thousands. H. M. Prior, father of the avenging son, was a strong Sympathizer with the Union. He believed the slavery question ought to have been settled without war. John T. Prior, our hero, went to war with a Georgia cavalry company, but after a few months returned home, having hired a substitute. He says he saw there was no hope of the Confederate state winning.

In Georgia a reign of terror and lawlessness followed Sherman's march to the sea. Despite the fact that Colonel Prior was such a strong Union sympathizer the soldiers of Sherman burned his barns and warehouses, in which were stored 365 bales of cotton, besides helping themselves to all corn, provisions, hogs and cattle they wished. Cotton was then worth $2.20 per pound. Just after the war Colonel John Prior sold fourty bales he had for 50 cents a pound, a total of $10,000. The robbing and plundering by marauding bandsbecame so great after Sherman passed on that Governor Brown was prevailed upon to appoint a home militia for protection in various parts of Georgia. H. M. Prior was appointed captain for the Cedartown district. These depredations were generally committed, it was said, by Gatewood and Colquitt's scouts. These were illegal Confederate scouts appointed by men whose name they bore. They killed all the Yankee stragglers behind Sherman, but at the same time felt no compunctions about helping themselves to whatever they wanted at Southern houses. They were cordially hated by the people of both sides, for their sneaking methods and high-handed deeds. There is no record of how many wealthy Southern people they hanged or killed, but some of them are now remembered. These desperadoes, under the mask of scouts, hanged Judge Burrell near Rome and got his money; killed Mr. Omberg, and a villain named Phillips, who will hereafter appear conspicuously, got his watch; Mr. Allgood, the owner of Trion factory, was hanged and left for dead because he would not tell where his money was hidden; Mr. Cohen, a wealthy miller and merchant, was hanged until life was almost extinct, and then he told the hiding place where several thousand dollar4s were dug up. All the above victims were amonth the leading men og North Georgia. This brings this true history down to the time of the Prior tragedy, and it is best to let John T. Prior tell about it in his own words.


“After the appointment of my father, H. M. Prior, as captain of the home militia in the Cedartown district, we began active measures to check the maurauding bands”, said Mr. Prior. “One day on the road between Prior's Station and Cave Spring we came upon a band of five of the so-called scouts, whom we had been pursuing. The desperadoes were armed to the teeth, but my father and I and others of the party got the drop on them and ordered them to ride up one at a time and surrender. All of them did so except one, who was riding a showy calico or piebald horse. His name was “Ducky” Ward, and that he was from Texas. I had covered him with my rifle. As the last man was riding up to surrender Ward, who could ride like a cowboy, threw himself on the side of the horse and started off in a gallop. In a few moments I sent a rifle ball after him, and we know it did its work, as we saw the dust fly. Just before we took up our line of march with our prisoners for Cedartown a man came down the road leading Ward's horse and said that there was a man lying dead near a branch up the road. After a few days in the Cedartown jail our prisoners were sent to Newnan to the military prison, but within two weeks had been set free and were back in this section. They threatened to kill my father for having them arrested, and a fellow named Phillips was very bitter.

“In arresting these desperadoes, we often ran great risks. Colquitt, the leader of the Colquitt scouts, was in Cedartown shortly after this and his men were terrorizing everybody. I was determined to arrest Colquitt and went in search of him one night with another officer. We found him in a drunken stupor on the counter of a store in Cedartown. When we aroused him he was very quarrelsome and cursed loudly. We let him rave, but when he reached for his pistol to shoot us I saw I had not a moment to lose. I sent a bullet through his heart. All the people said it was a good riddance. I have now told you of the killing of two men.


“It was on April 6, 1865, shortly before the assasination of Lincoln, that my father was murdered by some of the desperadoes we had arrested. They had threatened to kill him, but he never took it seriously. The murder occurred on the road between Cedartown and Cave Spring, and about two miles from Prior's Station. Father had been to visit Mr. Hampton, and left there to return home; when not one hundred feet from the gate a party of the lawless scouts met him. The leader of the party, of whom there were four, was the fellow Phillips, whom we had arrested in the first gang not far from the very spot he now held up my father. Mr. Hampton did not like the looks of the fellows and stood out in his yard watching them. There was some conversation between them, and my father, while his colored body servant was a short distance behind.

“Phillips then drew his pistol and deliberately killed my father, shooting him at close range through the heart. With the murderer as particeps criminis were two men named Montgomery and Bishop, and a young fellow whose name I do not care to mention. The killing occurred about 10 o'clock in the morning, but I did not hear of it until about noon, as I was out hunting. As quickly as possible I had my horse saddled and rode to the scene of the murder. I learned all I could as to the murderers, and leaving the body to be cared for by one of my brothers rode off with the single purpose of killing the guilty men. However, I was unable to get any trace of them and returned to my home about dark. About 1 o'clock accompanied by a faithful negro and several friends, all on horseback, I started out again. We were rewarded by stricking a hot trail. At the Wheelers, a few miles from my home, we found they had been robbed by the prowling scouts. One of the Wheeler boys joined us in the pursuit. About sun-up we reached old Tom Treadway'd and found he himself had been driven out the house by outlaws. Mrs. Treadway was a good soul, and was weeping as ay the good Lord help you catch them' she said, and then she fell trages they committed. 'Mon her knees and prayed for deliverance of the bandits into her hands. I am sort of an infidel, but I believe that Old Woman's Prayer helped me catch up with the guilty scoundrels. We rode on rapidly across the Alabama line to Ladiga, for which point we though they would make, but we could learn of nothing of them. Baffled, but never despairing, I rode three miles to Cross Plains, a point lower down. Here I could find no clue. On my return to Ladiga it occouued to me that there was a school house, and riding there I asked the teacher's permission to question the boys. It was given, and to my delight I was given a good description and found the men had passed there. We were joined by a young man at Ladiga with a fresh horse, and as mine was very spirited we rode ahead of the others by a mile or two. I soon could tell that we were not far behind the gang, as the tracks of their horses were fresh. I rode even faster, hoping to catch sight of the rascals. It was between 11 or 12 o'clock when just beyond Coloma, Alabama, I rode up in front of the Widow Lane's house and saw two men sitting under some trees and three horses tied near by. I remember the pink and white blossoms of the peach trees, and the house situated as it was at the foot of the Wiseman mountains made a most inviting place. The men, I think, saw me about the same time I saw them and both sides were somewhat surprised. One of them made a movement to reach for his gun. I jumped off my horse in a single bound, cocking my double barrel shot-gun, fired before he raised his. One of the men fell over riddled with buckshot, while the other ran around the house. I drew my pistol and ran after him, but just around the corner come upon his dead body where he fell. A girl about sixteen years old came running to the door and said, “I am glad you killed them. They threatened to shoot me if I did not cook their dinner”. When I was about to jump off my horse one of my men had yelled to me that there was a fellow down the road shooting at me. I had looked in the direction and seen the smoke. When I got back to my horse they told me the fellow had taken to the woods. I quickly caught up with him and killed him. His name was Poe, and the name of the other two, Slack and Tucker. They were not the murderers of my father, but doubtless belonged to the same gang. They were all well armed. Tucker had on four pistol and about $200 in money, which I divided among the men who accompanied me. I gave my negro one of the horses and a pistol. I insisted on the girl in the house taking half the money. She would not do it, so I gave her $5. We then rode back home which I reached in time to attend my father's funeral.


“For several weeks following the murder of my father I stayed around home, occasionally going on short trips, when I heard of Phillips, Montgomery or Bishop being in our section of the County. They knew that it was dangerous for them to get into my neighborhood, as I would kill them on sight. It was Phillips that I wanted more than the other two, as he was the murderer, although I swore to never rest until all had bit the dust. The county was considerably excited with the news of the assassination of President Lincoln, but nothing made me lose sight of my purpose to revenge the cold-blooded murder of my father. I learned that Phillips, when not on a free-booting excursion, lived on a farm in Haralson County. I made a trip there in June, but missed him.

“I was more successful on my second trip. It was early July that one of my brothers and two friends started out about nightfall for Phillips' home with the determination of killing him. We surrounded his home somewhere about 3 o'clock in the morning. I was on a little path that led through the woods to the clearing beyond. The others were well stationed, and as he was at home, as we had heard and had every reason to believe, we did not see how he could escape. Just before day somebody came out of the house and down the path where I lay. It was too dark for me to see. I would have hailed him and ordered him to throw up his hands but I was afraid it was not Phillips, he could go off and give the alarm, and if it was, he might get the drop on me. Therefore he passed on without any notice of my presence. I laid out there in the woods until 8 o'clock, and as I had seen and could see no signs of a man about the premises I gave the bobwhite whistle for my comrades. The one nearest to me came up and I told him the circumstances. We determined to follow the man who had gone out so early. Taking the path we followed it for about half a mile, when we came to an open field at the foot of a high hill. There in the center of the field was Phillips plowing. We quickly drew back under the thick cover of the woods without him seeing us. Then I rode around to the top of hill above him and waited in the edge of the woods. He plowed on to the end of the row under the hill and just as he was going to turn around I stepped out from the woods and covered him with my gun.

'Phillips' says I, 'I want you.'
'Let me go to the house first to see my wife,' says he.
'No, I want you right now,' says I.
'Well, let me unhitch my horse from the plow.'
'All right, go ahead, but be quick about it.'

“About a mile away beyond the woods I could see the women and children running out of the house, and I knew they had seen some of our party and knew our mission. They were starting toward the field, and I knew unless I killed him quick they would all bew crying and snivelling around me. Phillips, while surprised, showed no great agitation. He knew that his time had come. I kept my gun on him, and when he had taken the harness off his horse he came on up.

“Phillips, who killed my father?” says I.
“He gave me the name of a man who I knew had no connection with the murder. I told him I had the best evidence that he did the killing. The he fell on his knees and began to beg for his life.
“You needn't expect any mercy from me, says I. “I am going to kill you.”

He then asked for a drink of water, and I told him we would get over the fence and go to the spring. We had just gotten over the fence when he started to run. I drew a pistol and shot him in the back. He fell on his side and then rolled over on his back. I walked up to him and shout out his heart with my gun.

“Montgomery, one of the other murderers, lived near Phillips and I wanted to get him too. I could have killed him that very morning and once before, but had determined to shoot Phillips first. Seeing that my victim was too dead to even kick again, I jumped on my horse and rode to Montgomery's as fast as I could. But he was gone. He had got wind of me and fled the country. I had people looking for him in Texas, and I once went to Oklona, Arkansas, after him, but his brother-in-law so pleaded with and persuaded me that I did not kill him. Bishop died within a short time after I killed Phillips. About five years ago Montgomery died in Arkansas.

“So now I have told you the tragedy part of my life as it occurred. I have told you all the truth, for half the truth is worse than a lie.”



THIS INDENTURE, Made the twenty-second day of May in the year of our Lord One Thousand Eight Hundred and Fifty-two, between Asa Prior of the County and State aforesaid, of the one part, and Woodson Hubbard, Abner Darden, William M. Hutchings, Rheese McGregor and Martin Ayers, Justices of the Inferior Court of the County and State aforesaid on the other part.

WITNESSETH, that the said Asa Prior, for and in consideration of the sum of Twelve Hundred Dollars to him in hand and truly paid by the said Justices of the Inferior Court at and before the sealing and delivery of these presents, the receipt wherof is hereby acknowledged, has granted, bargained, sold, released, conveyed and confirmed and by these prents does grant, bargain, sell, release, convey, and confirm unto said Justices of the Inferior Court and their successors in office all of that tract or parcel of land lying, being and situated in the County and State aforesaid and more particularly known as a part of Lot of Land Number Nine Hundred and twenty-two (922) in the Second District (2nd) and Fourth (4th) Section. Commencing on the East line of said Lot within thirty-five yards of the South East corner of said lot running North Seventeen chains, thence west eight chains and fifty links, thence south three chains and eighteen links, thence west three chains and thirty-two links, thence South thirteen chains and eighty-two links, thence East Eleven chains and eighty-two links to the beginning corner, containing nineteen acres more or less and the said Asa Prior, for further consideration of the location of the Court House of the said County of Polk at Cedartown, does bargain, sell and covey unto said Justices of the Inferior Court as aforesaid, and their successor in office, the right of way to and use of the spring on said lot No. 922 for the benefit and use of the citizens of the town and people of the County of Polk, together with all and singular rights, members and appurtenances thereof, whatsoever, to the said tract or parcel of land, being, belonging or in any wise appertaining. And the remainders, reversions, rents, issues and rights thereof, and every part thereof.

TO HAND AND TO HOLD the said tract or parcel of land all and singular the premises and appurtenances thereunto belonging as aforesaid and every part thereof unto the said Justices of the Inferior Court and their successors in office forever. And the said Asa Prior and his heirs, the said right of way to the spring and tract of land and premises aforesaid, and every part thereof, unto the said Inferior Court and their successors in office against him, the said Asa Prior and his heirs and all and every other person whomsoever, shall and will warrant and forever defend by these presents.

IN WITNESS WHEROF, the said Asa Prior has hereunto set his hand and seal the day and year first above written.

_______ASA PRIOR____L.S.

Sealed and delivered
in presence of:

____________A. G. Love________
___________Jas. O. Griggs_______
____Thomas A. Chisolm, J. P._____

Recorded 1st June, 1853
____Albert G. Love Clk.


I F. L. Hagan, Clerk of the Superior Court of Polk County, Georgia, certify that th the best of my knowledge and belief the foregoing and attached deed from Asa Prior to Woodson Hubbard, Abner Darden, William M. Hutchings, Reese McGregor and Martin Ayers, Justices of the Inferior Court, is a true and correct copy of a deed appearing of record in Deed Book “A”, Page 191, in the office of the Clerk of the Superior Court of the said County.

IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand and seal, this 10th day of October, 1950.

______F. L. Hagan______
Clerk, Superior Court
Polk County, Georgia

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