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Francis Farm
No full textThe Francis Farm, located at Johns Creek, was a working farm used by the college. It was later mined for coal and then sold
Groundbreaking for Record Memorial Building
No full textThe man in the black suit up front is Dr. A.A. Page, a President of Pikeville College
Rev. James P. Hendrick
No full textDr. James P. Hendrick. He was a founding father of Pikeville Collegiate Institute, and also helped to organize the Presbyterian Church of Pikeville, KY in 1883. This portrait, as well as a portrait of her husband, was given to the college by Penelope Hendrick Dudley, James Hendrick's sister. The artist was Miss C.S. Cassady, a classmate of Dudley's from Vassar
Page 37, Folk Tales of the Cumberlans
No full textA book of collected essays on life in the Appalachian mountains, created by the English Eleven students of Pikeville College, circa 1927.Thsi rock is in Perry County, at Glomewr, Ky., five miles from Hazard, the county
seat.
THE GUILTY SYCAMORE
By Mrs. Brookie Bishop
The Guilty Sycamore stands in Buchanan County, Virginia, on Mosley’s Branch. It has
a very mysterious appearance. The tree is large, and has a white-washed trunk. Just
above the white is a band of red x’s. On the side next to the hill are the initials
“M. L. B.,” and underneath the initials is the date 1892, deeply carved.
I was visiting with my grandfather and an old friend of his. One day as we passed the tree, I asked old Dr. Boyd to tell me the story of that tree.
“Wal”, he said “It’s a long story, but I’ll do my best.”
“Sheriff Baker wuz a mighty fine feller, and wuz wal liked, I fancy, by every body
round in those parts. It happened as the sheriff an’ his good wife Pricy wuz a comin’
frum the store down on the branch here a piece. Wal, as I sed, they wuz a ridin’
hossback a brigin’ food home to their young family of four babies. A no good gink,
frum back over Cannon’s Ridge, come up to ‘em in the road. His name wuz Mart Blank-
inship, son of old Joseph Blankinship. So that low-down scoundrel stuck out his hand
to the sheriff, as if to shake hands with him. Wal, the sheriff being a friendly,
good sort of person, reached out his hand, but it would a been better if he never had,
for it wuz his last un. Mart shot him right square through the heart. The sheriff
fell mortally wounded from his horse. As he met the ground he aimed at the hound
but weakened, I guess, frum lack of blood, he missed ‘im. But his good wife took the
rod frum her dying husbands hand, and shot the murderer, planting two bullets in
his leg; and she killed his mere. She was shot by Mart. AS she bent over her hus-
band a bullet lodged in her left shoulder.
“Mart must a fell off ‘on his hoss ‘cause he wuz a crawlin’ when the Justece found
‘im.”
“They took him down to the mouth o’ the branch and locked ‘im up in the coop. Mart
begin a beggin’, an’ a pleadin’ to the judge to send ‘im down the river. He must’a
sensed danger in the air, ‘cause when news got about of the sheriff’s death, an’
his poor wife injured, an’ no one to care for the small children, why, afere no time
a mob wuz a peckin’ on the coop, hungry for revenge. So they broke the lock, an’
fetched the crook up here to the old sycamore an’ strung ‘im up. Sounds bad I know,
but it weren’t half enough for ‘im; so fer to spice it up a bit, they filled ‘im
full o’ lead, as a finishin’ touch. I saw it, chile, and I know.
“It wuz a cold time honey, an by mornin’ the blood from the body, that had run frum
the bullet holes, wuz froze in icicles to the ground.”
“Ol Mart, I reckon, wuz a doin’ a little stillin’ down thor at his place, an’ I llowed
as how the sheriff wuz aimin’ to clean the holler, an’ he wouldn’t be any too safe.
“Ah! The Sheriff wuz a fine man.”
The old man gave the pair of horses a neat little lash across the back, and so we
jolted along, silently.
NOTED MAN SPEAKS HERE
(Suppose There had been a Pike County News in 1863)
By Jane Evans
General Ulyssis S. Grant, nationally known man, spoke here today from the second story
porch of the house on the corner of Front Street and Huffman Avenue. General Grant
was here speaking for the purpose of persuading the men and boys to fight for the
cause of the North. A crowd of men, women, and children gathered to hear such a
noted man. General Grant was pleased to hear the many cheers that followed his speec[h]
proving that it was successful. He knew that Kentucky was on the fence between the
North and South and found out later that many Pikeville Citizens were willing to fig[ht]
for the North. After speaking, General Grant was served a meal at the Will-
iamson Boarding House which he never forgot.
THE K. F. LESLIE WATERMILL
By Challen Hereford
The dates are given to you, as I received them from my mother, who
Secured them from her Father in 1900.
“The old Leslie watermill on John’s Creek, Pike County, Kentucky, was
built in 1860 by Pharmer Leslie. The creek forms a horseshoe bend at
this point, a distance of more than a mile, bending back within a hun-
dred feet of itself. An effort to dig a race across this point resulted
in striking solid rock. Then the plan was abandoned and the tunnel
begun. In those days this was a difficult task. Smiley Meadows, a
Welchman, began the work but found it almost impossible and gave it up
Page 5, Folk Tales of the Cumberlans
No full textA book of collected essays on life in the Appalachian mountains, created by the English Eleven students of Pikeville College, circa 1927.Commercial Department of Pikeville High School for their invaluable
aid in the use of typewriters, mimeograph, and mimeoscope.
Students who merit extra mention for their faithful work in the typing
are Alpha Mae Joseph, Opal Sowards, Clarica Turner, Sylvia MeKee, Vir-
ginia Gerkins, Lily Stamper, Stella Bumgardner, Eugene Hale, Edgar
Newsom, Walter Price, Victor Ramsey, Glenn Scalf, Roy Scott, Lucien
Stratton, Roy Vanover, and Vigil Worrix.
Stencils were cut by Eugen Hale, Gleen Scalf, Roy Scott, and Opal Sow-
ards, the illustrations were done by H. L. Cantrell, and the mimeo-
graphing by Walter Price.
Bess Alice Owen
