The Gate City
Herald - 1943
Contributed by Don Lane
GateCity Herald May 20, 1943
Clinch Region In Benge’s Time
C. V. Compton
On the Clinch in 1775 scouts and Indian fighters had to be
across the Blue Ridge and down the Valley of Virginia rolled unceasingly the immigrants
and limited supplies for the conquest and settlement of this
rattled and groaned the less hardy pioneers returning to their
along the route, all across the mountains and valleys, the Indians
were taking their toll of these pioneers.Their hatred of the Clinch invaders outran their fears.Around great fires, their shadows thrown hugely against the
trees, they danced the war dance.
At Porter’s Fort and Ft.Blackmore the pioneers were jubilant.The Cherokees were referring to these whites contemptuously
as violators of all treaties previously made about limits of
Anglo-Saxon westward settlements.By 1775 there were plenty of new comers at these forts, and
by 1776 the honeymoon of settlement was over, and the Cherokees
had grown bitter toward these settlers.The war of the Cherokees was on, and at Kingsport it broke out and simultaneously
along the Clinch.
The Battle of Long Island Flats followed, the siege of Ft.Blackmore occurred, the war whoop resounded
along the Clinch, and Indians prowled around and about each of the
forts.No record is
available as to the number and names of men killed and women taken
captive.For the next
10 years many white captives gradually returned to their homes but
some remained among the Indians and others perished in their
efforts to reach the settlements.
But suppression was almost as swift and merciless as the
Indian raids had been.The
fury of the men along the Clinch, and their desperation were
redoubled by the memories of slain men and captured wives and
marched into the Cherokee town of Little Tennessee River, burning
houses and food, killing helpless women, children and old men as
they marched, sparing no one.The ruins of the Cherokee town were left as an object
lesson to future Indian atrocities.This was not he end of the Indian wars, guerilla warfare
continued along the trail until Captain Benge was killed.
The factor which did most to make life tragic and exciting
during these perilous days was Cameron, the British agent, in the
heart of the Cherokee country promising succor and aid to all
Indians fighting the white settlers.The Cherokees, or maybe it was the white man, broke the
treaty of 1776, the Shawnees, Mingo, and Delaware instigated
perhaps by the British agent, Simco of Canada, committed repeated
depredations on the forts of the Clinch, fearlessly attacking men
and women at work in the fields, killed or drove off large numbers
of cattle, horses and hogs belong to the settlers, and in many
cases overpowered and slew or captured many of our people.The Indians with the British encouragement openly declared
they would drive the last paleface out of the Clinch region.The Shawnees did not need to boast, their deeds
spoke for them.
A few days after ranger John Green reached Ft.Blackmore, Shawnees, Cherokees, and Mingo began a
regular series of hostilities on the Clinch, killing men and
driving off horses and cattle.They attacked every group without exception, large or
small, that passed the Clinch trail, for a period of a year.The summer of 1777 opened with no better prospects.Never had the Indians shown such audacity or such
generalship --- there was no resting places, depots or points of
security between Burke’s Garden and Carter’s Fort in the Rye
Green and his handful of rangers had saved Ft.Blackmore from complete destruction.The news of the Indian depredations spread far and wide
through Ohio, Indiana, Illinois and even to faraway Canada, and told of painted warriors
arrived in the section to drive out the palefaces.We can not follow he detailed story of the bloody years
along the Clinch.Kentucky was almost cleared of settlers by
these guerrilla attacks, much of the Kanawha region was overrun by
the Indians, Martin’s Fort for a time was abandoned.Suffering in this region was recent, the memory of the
mighty Indian attacks which desolated vast stretches of settled
country, and of the awful fate of hundreds of settlers was still
fresh and vivid when the call came for men of the Clinch and Holston to march to King’s Mountain.The very worst exaggerated fears came to pass.All the Indian tribes were on the march.It was the French and Indian War over again, with only a
new setting, and the setting was the Clinch.
As Logan’s and Benge’s followers crumbled by 1780, they
were furious as a lion at bay, unconquered, because in spirit
unconquerable, placed themselves at the head of roving bands of
Indians, rousing them by their individual influences into a state
of frenzy and warlike wrath.They
were determined to defend, and to re-conquer this region over
which the new born Stars and Stripes floated, into which no
palefaces should be left.The
great chiefs of most of the Indian confederation had enough, but
Benge and Logan still fought on.They still had one absorbing, ever mastering ambition.Whatever ministered to that ambition they cherished, and
what did not they flung aside.Still the resources of these Napoleons of the forest were
For the proud Benge and Logan there remained two
alternatives, destruction or submission.With a hell of hate in their hearts, they chose the former.From this time to Benge’s death in 1794, he appears many
times along the Clinch, still fighting for the cause of his
never planted his lodge, hunted and fished like the other Indians
until the last breath of him had expired near the High Knob in the
edge of Wise County, Va.
His death by Hobbs and his gallant men was soon made
known to the settlers of the Clinch and Holston which started cries and wild
howling announcing the event.The word was caught up from mouth to mouth, and the whole
Clinch Region resounded with the wildest joy.Thus perished the champion of a ruined race.Tradition has but faintly preserved the memory of the
nor monument marks the last resting place of Benge, for a
mausoleum, Norton has risen above the forest hero and the race
whom he hated with such burning rancor trample with unceasing
footsteps over his forgotten grave.
We seem to be looking through the dust upon a scene of wild
confusion, in which motives, means and objectives were in fierce
dispute, and only the Indians knew hat they wanted, which was to
kill, plunder and drive back the palefaces.But Benge could not dam back the white flood.So we may think of the Clinch as setting a little apart
from the other great frontiers of America, suffering perhaps neglect because
the World’s attention was drawn momentarily to the greater drams
than the Clinch then had to offer.
Yet the Clinch had played its part, had made possible those
resounding events which clamored in men’s ears.Though the immigrants passed on to Kentucky, Missouri, and the golden west in future
years, yet this region was he path of empire.It had sent many of its settlers to Kentucky, Missouri, and going through; they knew it
not, to open up the road to the gold fields in later years of California.It had delivered the blow without which the journey to Kentucky would have been of no avail.The Clinch missed the great migration; nevertheless it
shook to the vibration of those thousands of marching immigrants
to Kentucky, Illinois, Ohio and on west.An age is dean, an age heroic and epical.
Thursday, April 22, 1943
Wagner Returned To Mississippi Prison
Kinnie Wagner, former trick shot in a circus, was
captured about six miles west of GateCity on last Friday morning about by F.B.I. agents and state
Wagner, who was serving a life sentence in Mississippi for the murder of a deputy
sheriff, had been a fugitive from the state since 1940.
It has been rumored that he has been in this immediate
section for some months past.
Captured with a lone companion in an A-model Ford car,
Wagner was well equipped with rifles, pistols, a sawed off shot
gun and many hundred round of ammunition.
He was lodged in the Bristol, Va. jail for two nights and a day
after which he was transferred to the jail in Lynchburg.From there he was taken back to Mississippi.
Wagner is well known in this county and many of his
relatives live here.
In 1926 he engaged in a gun battle with five Kingsport officers.In the affray Wagner shot down three of the officers, two
of whom were killed instantly and a third was desperately
For this he was given a death sentence in the Blountville
court in Sullivan County, Tenn.
His attorneys appealed for a new trial.The judge confessed to errors in the first trial and
granted a second one.
Just a few days before this second Tennessee trial was due to begin Kinnie
led a break from the Blountville jail.
Following this escape he is reputed later to have killed
two men in a southern state.He gave himself up and was later turned over to Mississippi from which he escaped in 1940.
Wagner is forty years old, a full 6 feet, four inches in
height and weighs about 250 pounds.
His father, C. M. Wagner, lives near Speers Ferry, and
his brother, Oscar, is on the GateCity police force.
November 18, 1943
Landmark Is Burned To Ground
One of the oldest dwellings in ScottCounty was destroyed by fire last
Saturday afternoon at .
The building, which was located in the Red Hill community
some two or three miles north of GateCity, has an interesting history.The following statement from Prof. I. C. Coley is
“In 1820 Abram Lane built a house in the Red Hill
neighborhood which was outstanding for size and structure.He had married Catherine (Katy) Wolfe and they had
fifteen children, ten boys and five girls, they needed a big
was built of oak logs, the sides of which were thirty feet and
it took good men to lay them up.The floors and ceiling were sawed by hand with a whip saw
and a great many of the nails were hand forged and shop made.Abram Lane lived in this house till 1836
when he sold it to Geo. W. Vineyard, who reared his family
there, he died in 1860.When
Abram Lane moved from this place he settled
on Copper Creek where the late Jack Donelson lived.His widow is granddaughter of Abram Lane.”
“Soon after Abram Lane moved from the Red Hill
community a Red Hill Baptist church was built and Elder David
Jessee was the pastor for many years and later David Jessee, Jr.This church was burned in 1886 and the dwelling house
referred to was used monthly as a meeting place till abut the
“George Vineyard’s widow, Hannah Vineyard was
superstitious about he burning of sassafras wood and would never
permit it burning as long as she lived in the house, saying that
lightning would strike where it was burned.But in recent years sassafras was burned plentifully and
some six or seven years ago lightning stuck the chimney on the
east end of the house and damaged it much.The owner of the house at the time it burned was Oscar
Wagner, whose wife is a great-great-granddaughter of Abram Lane.
Abram Lane’s daughters, five in number,
married William Peters, William Templeton, John Taylor, Nelson
Taylor and Robert Bailie.Saturday
evening about it passed away in smoke after
having housed several families.”
Thursday, October 7, 1943
Letter Comes From Pat Lane In Army
Sept. 18, 1943,
I noticed in the last issue of The Herald that you were
going to dedicate an issue in the near future to the men in the
service from ScottCounty.
I think this is a noble thing for The Herald to do and I
am sure the other boys will feel the same way.
I thought I might take this opportunity through the
courtesy of The Herald of giving my friends a faint idea what a
soldier’s first week out on field problems is like.
To start with the commanding officer tells you one day
that the following week you will be out in the field.This sounds all right to every one.At least it will be a change from your regular duties,
and a chance to get out of camp for a week.
The day before you are to start the boys make a raid on
the local Post Exchange.They
practically buy out the stock of cigarettes, candy bars, matches
and any toilet articles they may need.
I would remind you of an old maid shopping for her first
Then comes the time to pack and believe me it is like
working a jigsaw puzzle, to try to get everything you need in a
muster bag.You need
a rain coat, change of underwear, socks, handkerchiefs, towels,
toilet articles, mess equipment, and other necessary articles,
and try to have enough space left for the treasured cigarettes
and candy bars.You
can bet that some of those packs stood up like the hump on a
You are all set now for march order.Every one anxious to get started and see what it is all
You load up your equipment and hook on to your guns, and
get set as comfortable as possible for a few hours ride.
Finally you reach your destination all tired and dusty
from riding the back end of a truck, unload as soon as possible
and get your gun set up in firing position.
The order comes through to start digging in at dusk.
The mosquitoes must have tapped your phone line and
thought the order was for them.They are there promptly at duck, and they waste no time
in starting to dig in.
You dig and fill sand bags until you think you can’t
dig any more, then try it again.There is no way of pulling the W.P.A. act of bending over
and resting on your shovel handle every shovel full.There are always a half dozen mosquitoes waiting to lite
where your trousers are stretched the tightest.
This work of art all takes place in absolute darkness, no
lights are allowed.
December 23, 1943
Coley Writes Item On Parker Family
From the facile pen of Prof. I. C. Coley we are pleased
to publish the following interesting family history:
In your last issue you have an article mentioning F. M.
little background will probably be interesting even to them:
In 1772 Thomas Carter took up land in Rye Cove, Augusta
County, Va.He soon
returned to FauquierCounty and did not return till the
close of the Revolutionary War.When he did he came to Washington County and a little
later it was Russell County, and he in 1788 represented Russell
in the Constitutional Convention that passed on the constitution
of the United States; one of his daughters married James Taylor,
son of Nimrod Taylor, and one of James Taylor’s daughters
married William (Dock) Wood, of the Big Moccasin section, one of
William Wood’s daughters married Ewel Henderson Quillin, one
of Henderson Quillin’s sons C. C. (Chad) Quillin married John
B. Agee’s daughter, (John B. Agee’s wife was a King), Chad
Quillin’s daughter married James Foster, James Foster’s
daughter is Mrs. F. M. Parker, and the mother of the boys
mentioned in the article above referred to.
John B. Agee was the son of William Agee who for many
years was a member of the County Court of Scott County in its
Agee lived at what a few years ago was commonly known as the Tom
King place on Holston River, the place is now occupied by Lee
Foster a brother of Mrs. Parker, and Lee Foster lives at the
home of his great-great-grandfather.Jim Foster’s mother’s maiden name was Lane.The Parker boys are descended from the first, first
Taylor, first Wolfe, First Lane and first Pruitt of the county.
Thursday, October 7, 1943
QuillenCemetery To Be Improved
The QuillinCemetery located on the lands of Mr. A.
C. Starnes, to be enlarged and greatly improved.The trustees are receiving a donation from Mr. Starnes of
a 15 ft. right-of-way over another farm in order to reach the
cemetery on a splendid grade.The road will also be used as a farm road.The cemetery will also be enlarged 20 ft. on three sides
and 25 ft. on the north side.
It will also be fenced and planted in shrubbery.Every community should have this fine spirit.
GateCity Herald February 25, 1943
of Archibald Scott’s Family In 1785
The history of the Clinch settlements during the decades
of 1780 to 1790 is a tangled mass of murders, outrages,
surprises, captivities, burnings and avenging expeditions.Hardly a settlement in the whole Clinch Region escaped
the hands of the destroyers.The Indian outrages became thick and fast.Each settler passing along the trail, every farmer at
work in his ‘new ground’ the ferrymen pushing his boat
across the Clinch was likely to fall a victim to some shaft of
destruction from an unseen hand. If
we take the annals of the Clinch for a brief period of time and
itemize the outrages committed by the Indians, it would read
about as follows:
James Green killed, Capt. Charles Kilgore and John
McKinney wounded while hunting on the head waters of the PoundRiver.
Cherokees attacked Ft.Blackmore and killed two or three
Gray made his famous ride to procure relief from
Fourteen horses and three slaves stolen.
Ferris killed near Moccasin Gap.
William Massey and Adam Green killed at the Gap of Powell
Great alarm on the Clinch frontier, settlers fleeing to
stockades and forts.
A man by the name of Naul walking along a trail, heard a
shot, felt a pain in his right arm, and saw behind a large oak,
ran with all haste to Bush’s house, clutched the latch string,
pushed his way in, and breathlessly fell on the floor.Every inmate of the house knew at once what this meant.Doors and shutters were barricaded.An agitated conference was held: whether to abandon the
house and flee to Moore’s Fort, or to remain inside.
Mrs. Bush said: “I would rather die here than to live
in filth and confinement at the fort.”The house was defended.Whether the Indians attacked or not the chronicler failed
to state; but such was the courage of these old settlers.
We found some years ago in the Boston Public Library the
following narrative of the Escape of Mrs. Archibald Scott which
so far as I know has been entirely overlooked by the historians
of Southwest Virginia.Source of the narrative is John Frost’s “History of
Indian Wars in the United States” published in 1850 by Sexton,
Barker Co., New York City.Mr. Frost states that the account was procured from a
newspaper published in 1786 giving the following record:
“On Wednesday, June 29, 1785, late in the afternoon a
large company of armed men passed our house on their way to
Kentucky, and camped about two miles that night from our house.My husband, living on the frontier made him watchful, but
on this calamitous night, after so large a body of armed men
encamped so near, my husband lay down in bed and imprudently
left the door open. The
children were also in bed and I (Mrs. Scott) was nearly
undressed when to my unutterable astonishment and horror, I saw
rushing through the open door painted savages with guns and
raising hideous yells.My
husband instantaneously awaked, and jumped from his bed but was
fired on by the Indians immediately.He forced his way out of the house but fell a few steps
from the door dead.
An Indian seized Mrs. Scott and ordered her to a
particular place and charged her not to move.Other Indians stabbed and cut the throats of the three
children in bed, and then picked them up and dashed them on the
floor near the mother.The
eldest child, a beautiful girl about eight years of age, awoke,
jumped out of bed and ran to her mother and with a painful
accent cried: “mama, mama save me.”The mother in the deepest anguish of spirit, and with a
flood of tears entreated the Indians to spare the child’s
awfully revolting brutality they stabbed and tomahawked the girl
in her mother’s arms.
Adjacent to Mr. Scott’s house another family lived by
the name of Ball.The
Indians also attacked them but the door being shut they fired
into the house between logs and killed a boy and then tried to
force the door, but a larger brother fired on the Indians
through the door and they fled.In the meantime the remaining members of the Ball family
ran out and escaped.
In the house of Mr. Scott were four guns, loaded,
belonging to men that had left them there on their way to Kentucky and were going to get them on
Indians, thirteen in number, seized them and all the plunder
they could carry off, and hastily began to retreat into the
now late in the night and they traveled all the following night
morning, June 30th, the chief of the party allotted
to each Indian his share of the booty and prisoners, and
detached nine of his party to go on a horse stealing expedition
on the Clinch river.
The 11th day after Mrs. Scott’s captivity,
four Indians that had her in charge stopped at a fixed place for
a rendezvous, to hunt as being in great want of provisions.Three of these four men set out on the hunting
expedition, leaving their chief, an old man to take care of Mrs.
Scott, who had by now to all appearances become reconciled to
expressed a willingness to proceed to the Indian town which
seemed to have had the desired effect of lessening her
the daytime, while the old chief was graining a deer skin, Mrs.
Scott pondering on her situation, began anxiously to look for an
opportunity to make her escape.At length, having matured her resolutions in her own mind
for the accomplishment of her freedom, and in the most
disinterested way asked the chief for the liberty to go to a
small stream a little distance off to wash the blood from her
apron, that had remained upon it since the fatal night caused by
the murder of her child in her arms.He replied in English “Go along.”She then passed him, his face being in the contrary
direction and he very busily engaged in dressing the deer skin,
seemingly unnoticed her.
After arriving at the water, instead of stopping to wash
her apron as she pretended, she proceeded on without a
laid her course for a high barren mountain which was in sight
and traveled until night, when she came down off the mountain
into the valley in search of the tracks she had been taken this
way a few days before, hoping thereby to find her way to the
settlement without eminent peril which now surrounded her that
is of being lost and perishing with hunger in this unknown
On coming across the valley to the side of the river
which skirted it (supposedly to be the easterly branch of the Kentucky River), she observed in the sand
tracks of two men that had gone up the river and had returned.She concluded these to have been her pursuers, which
excited in her breast emotions of gratitude and thankfulness to
divine providence for so timely a deliverance.Being without provisions, and having no weapons or tools
to assist in getting any food, and almost destitute of clothing,
and knowing that a vast tract of rugged mountains intervened
between where she was and the settlements where she was going,
and she as ignorant as a child of the method of steering thro
the woods, all this excited painful sensations.But certain death by either hunger or wild beasts seemed
to be better than to be in the power of the Indians.She thus addressed herself to Heaven, and taking courage
traveling three days, she had nearly met with the Indians that
had been sent to steal horses on the Clinch, but providentially
hearing their approach, concealed herself among the cane until
giving her a fresh alarm, and her mind being filled with
consternation she got lost and for several days proceeded back
and forth in this region.At
length she came to a river that seemed to come from the east.Concluding it was the SandyRiver, she accordingly resolved to
trace it to its source which is adjacent to the Clinch
proceeding up the river for several days she came to a place
where it runs through the Great Laurel Mountains and there is a
prodigious waterfall with high craggy cliffs all about which
seemed impassable, however our mournful traveler concluded the
latter way was the best.She
therefore ascended for sometime up the rugged mountain, but
coming to a rugged range she changed her course to the foot of
the mountain and the river.(This suggests the Breaks of the Cumberland to me).After getting into a deep gully, and passing over several
ranges of high rocks, she reached the river side and found a
perpendicular rock that hung over to the height of fifteen to
twenty feet.Here a
solemn pause ensued.She
tried to return but the height of the steep rocks she had
then returned to the edge of the precipice, certain spot to end
all her troubles; and viewing the bottom of it as then or to
remain on top and either to pine away with hunger or to be
devoured by wild beasts.
After serious meditation and devout exercise, she
determined on leaping from the height, and accordingly jumped
the place she had alighted upon was covered with uneven rocks,
not a bone was broken, but severely stunned from the leap, she
was not able to proceed for sometime.
The dry season had caused the water in the river to e
traveled in it, and where she could by the edge of the river
until she got through the gorge.After this, as she was traveling along the bank of the
river, a venomous snake bit her on the ankle.She had strength to kill the snake, and knowing its kind,
concluded death must soon come.
By this time Mrs. Scott was reduced to a mere skeleton
from hunger, and grief.Probably
this reduced state of her system saved her from the effects of
the poison snake fangs; b that as it may, so it was that very
little pain succeeded the bite and what little swelling there
was fell in her feet.
Our wanderer now left he river, after proceeding a good
distance, she came to where the valley parted into two --- each
leading a different direction.Here a painful suspense took place again.How truly forlorn was the case of this poor woman almost
ready to sink down from exhaustion, who had now the only
prospect left, that, either the right or the wrong valley, as
her remaining strength could not carry her very far, and then
she began to despair of ever again beholding the face of a
While her mind was thus agitated, a beautiful bird passed
close to her, fluttering slowly along near the ground in front
of her and she very remarkably took its course up the valley.While she was pondering upon what this bird meant,
another bird likened unto the first and in the same manner
passed by her, and went up the valley.She now took it for granted that this was her course and
wonderful to relate in two days, after she had wandered almost
in sight of the settlement of NewGarden on the Clinch River, she reached her kindred’s
home.But had she
taken the other valley she never would have reached NewGarden.
Scott relates that the Indians told her that the party with whom
she was a captive was composed of four Indians nations --- Mingo, Delaware, Shawnee and Cherokee.She further relates that during a full month of wandering
--- from July 10 to August 11 she had no better food to subsist
upon than what she derived from chewing and swallowing juices of
young cane stalks, sassafras leaves, and some other plants of
which she knew not their names.On her journey she saw a few buffaloes, several elks,
deer and frequently bears and wolves.Though she passed near them, not one offered her the
least harm.One day
a bear was near her with a young fawn.
Mrs. Scott continues in a low state of health and remains
inconsolable for the loss of her family, particularly bewailing
the cruel death of her little daughter.”
John Frost stated he copied this from an old newspaper
printed in 1786 which account he published in his Indian Wars.
We find the following record about Mrs. Archibald Scott.Her maiden name was Fanny Dickenson and possibly a sister
of Henry Dickenson, Russell Col, Va.Mr. and Mrs. Scott married and located a corn right
between Wallen’s Ridge and PowellMountain in the present day LeeCounty.The land now belongs to the descendants of the late Mr.
some years she married again Thomas Johnson, for whom Johnson County, Tenn. Was named.She had several children by the last marriage.She was buried at Hayter’s Gap, Russell Co., Va.
By C. V. Compton
Thursday, May 27, 1943
Seniors To Graduate At Shoemaker High
ShoemakerHigh School will have one of its largest
classes to graduate this year.The total membership of the class is forty-eight.The list follows:
Gus Nickels Addington, Jr., Robert Sutton Addington,
Robert Marion Addington, James Tompkins Arnold, Roy Estes
Balthis, Jr., Charlotte Ann Blankenship, Charles Robert Bowen,
Jo Miles Broadwater, William Harmon Carter, Ryland Glenmore
Craft, Jr., Jayne Wynn Crockett, Doris Elizabeth Davidson,
Willie E. Draper, Creed Carter Frazier, Emma Catherine Gose,
Mollie Quillen Hamilton, Audrey Janette Harris, Willie Sue
Henry, Kenneth Edward Jenkins, Jack Glenmore Jennings, Mary Ruth
Jennings, Mack Arthur Jones, Willa Vastine Jones, Faye Mann.
Hubert Eugene McClellan, Raymond Cecil McClellan, Wanda
Belle McConnell, Emil Fay Penley, Myrtle Gene Penley, Lois Fay
Peters, Floy Maxine Peters, Hester Locella Pierson, Etta Mae
Poff, Von Eva Pridemore, Dorothy Sutton Richmond, Betty Jane
Rose, Edgar Lee Sampson, Howard Augustus Sivert, Violet Carleen
Smith, Jack Dudley Smythe, William Rhea Starnes, Audrey Lois
Thompson, Ruby Margaret Tipton, Ruby Nell Vaughn, Freta Esta Lee
Wagner, Joe Pence Whited, Edith Mae Williams, Margaret Louise
GateCity Herald Thursday, March 25, 1943
Writes Interesting Bits of History
About Wood Family Of Scott
William M. Wood whose death was noted in the local
newspapers of this section recently was a native of the Big
Moccasin section of ScottCounty, some four miles east of GateCity.His father, James O. Wood was the son of Henry Wood whose
will follows this sketch.William
M. Wood was for many years clerk in his brothers H. C. and M. B.
Wood’s store in the only house on the south side of Main St. in Gate City still standing that
comes down to us from Civil War days, formerly occupied by
Alderson and Shoemaker, by the side of the First National Bank
from 1890 the Wood family moved to Bristol and have not lived here since.
Henry Wood grandfather of W. M. Wood was commissioned
Sheriff of Scott County, by Governor James Pleasants in 1832.Henry Wood’s wife was William Lawson’s daughter.
Henry Wood’s sons are named in his will.James O. the father of W. M. married John Godsey’s
was made Deputy Clerk by John S. Martin in 1841.Was Clerk in 1845.Was
made Commissioner in Chancery in 1851, deputy for Isaac Gray in
1852, deputy for James L. Shoemaker in 1858.
James O. Wood’s sons were John, Harve, M. C., M. B. andW. M.H. C.
was elected to the State Senate in 1878, ran for Lieut. Gov. in
1885 and again for Congress in 1892.M. B. Wood made CountyJudge in 1880, succeeding H. S.
I, Henry Wood of the county of Scott and State of Virginia do make my last will and
testament in manner and form following:
1st After the payment of allmy just debts and funeral expenses I desire that my wife,
Sally Wood, if she should out-live me have the choice of two of
my Negroes to have and to hold during her life as her property
and all my household and kitchen furniture as well as the house
and appurtenances that I now occupy if she chooses to occupy it,
and at her death as herein stated.
2nd, I give to my daughter Elizabeth Ewing the
price of one of my tracts of land lying on Big Moccasin Creek on
the north side of said creek on Moccasin Ridge which is known as
the Gilliam tract, which is to be sold by my executor herein
after named at private sale to the best advantage, which I
consider as her portion of my estate taking into consideration
what I have heretofore given her.
I give to my son, Jonathan, in addition to what I have
heretofore given him, one Negro boy named Jacob and one girl
4th, I give to James T. Wood, son of William
Wood, all that tract of land upon which my son William Wood
lives as laid off to him with the understanding that my son
William Wood and his wife Elizabeth are to have their support
off of the land their life time, and to live on it if they
choose, and I also give to the said James T. Wood, a Negro girl
called Peggy, and her increase but William, my son William Wood
and his wife are to have the use of said girl and her increase
during their lives, having given to my son William Wood, what I
consider a fair portion of my estate as an advancement.
5th, I give to my son Henry Wood, four hundred
dollars in money to be paid by my said executor hereinafter
named which is to be made out of my personal estate, one hundred
dollars of which I desire to have applied for the purpose of
educating my nephew, James Wood’s son, if living, if not it is
to belong to my said son Henry.