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L. A. Phillips to Horace Kephart, February 17, 1920
No full textIn a letter to Horace Kephart on February 17, 1920, L. A. Phillips of Scientific Station for Pure Products sends a circular and ordering instructions for medicinal yeast in response to Kephart’s request of February 14
T. S. Phillips to Horace Kephart, January 9, 1927
No full textIn a letter to Horace Kephart on January 9, 1927, T. S. Phillips asks Kephart where he might obtain the moccasins he writes about in Camping and Woodcraft. He asks about the antiseptic Kephart mentions, and compliments his writing
A. T. Phillips to All Outdoors, Inc., November 25, 1921
No full textIn a letter to All Outdoors on November 25, 1921, A. T. Phillips sends $1 in hopes of receiving a tin of Yerba Mate that he read about in the 1919 article “Roving with Kephart.” He also expresses appreciation for Kephart’s writings and wishes the magazine had more contributors like him.miuam luuotam a-.,
spokting m®m
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2a year iasue of 0*t©8»r 1910 under "Roving with RspharV
ths subject of *f*t%l Mate* appealed t;> »« at feeing a find for a ram,
during eeawaleseawee, and ether uses. 1 aislald this Issue and only
found It » few'days a#>, .alter eaeh«aftg it so throtiihly, 1 ©ould»*t
find it ayaelf.
1 »=i leaving imfiw days far *e«ta Ms** for the Hills,
«aae— mlpter Had iron latter* and 1 east a tin *f Tarhe Sat* »ers thea
anything els* a th© world right mm to taks with a*. . ia th* artiela
la your issue aoa*e referred to, yea stats that a tin of sheet Z lbs
rstails at #1.00. 2 an sasloaiag l^iowrrsaay), and If there shsuld
he say s/tooets, ia oris*,, please ssad It aarasl post ^Jg^JI* Sml JEffjr
djUti as 2 mat this Just as <plokly m possible.
2 osrtaialy wish th* outdoor sv>,*pgin*s had mora Goatrilv-
ters iiko Ksuhirt. Bvery one si his artaelss Is full of th* "human*
aad h* irresistibly draws th* reader to his. With eaoh issuo of ALL
CVrhOOaS 2 look far Ke.hart first.
Thanking you ia advance for your prompt attention ia the
above matter, and wishing ALL m:mom to uaoeuaded euoaess which it
2 hog to renaln.
Vtry truly youra,
a. f. PHILLIPS
403 W » M3K AWfUI
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N.G. Phillips to Col. Cathey, December 24, 1863
No full textIn this letter from December 24, 1863, N.G. Phillips writes to Joseph Cathey, informing him of the poor conditions to be found in Cherokee County due to the war. With his return to active duty drawing closer, Phillips requests that his family might move to Cathey's territory and be provided a house and land so that they can escape the difficult conditions in Cherokee County.Valley Town, NC
Dec 24 1863
Col
Cathey sir the condi
tion of this county renders
it untenable the yankies
and Bushwhackers have
Ruined it, & I will have
to move my family out
& as I will soon have
to Return to the army
I want to move them
in to your county
& my Father is a good
miller & if you have
a good mill he will take
it, & he can bring as good
a Recommendation as you
may desire. I want a house &
8 or ten acres of land
for my family & my
father & mother want
to ____ go with me
I hope you will try
to help me I have been
in the Service nearly three
years & my family has not
got provisions to Do them
a month & the frost &
the Bushwhackers &
Yankies has Ruined this
County so it is impossible
for them to stay here
Let me hear from
you by the first mail
as what I do I must
do promptly Direct your
letters to
Valley Town
North Carolina
Yous Best
N.G. Phillip
Joy Phillips Hoyle
No full textCome, go with us out to the cow pasture to pick some blackberries…but wait, there’s some things you need to know before crossing the barbwire fence! Joy Phillips Hoyle shares now how she first gets ready, and then advises how to pick blackberries in the mountains. One of my most favorite interviews
Portrait of Phillips in military uniform
No full textThis 1968 to 1973 portrait of a man in military uniform with a nametag reading Phillips and a National Guard patch is part of the Sherrill Studio Collection. George Dexter Sherrill (1879–1931) opened the first photography studio in Haywood County on Depot Street in downtown Waynesville in 1902. In 1906 his studio became the first Eastman Kodak franchise west of Asheville and the third in North Carolina. Sherrill’s photography roots began in Jackson County where he learned the art from his brother-in-law, A. L. Ensley. Beulah Eloise Ashe Ensley (1899-1991) apprenticed with Sherrill in 1917 and worked in the studio with her husband, Sherrill’s nephew, Ralph Ensley (1894-1975) until Ralph’s death. The Ensley’s demolished the original studio in 1943, dug the site to street level, and built an International style building
All the boys in that old town Called her Devilish Mary;
No full textvoiceCollected by Max Hunter (H-13)
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Mrs. Roxie Phillips
Berryville, Arkansas
November 4, 1958
Reel 259-60, Item 1
Devilish Mary
As I went down to New Orleans
I didn't have long to tarry;
But I fell in love with a pretty little girl
They called her Devilish Mary.
Chorus:
All the boys in that old town
Called her Devilish Mary;
All the boys in that old town
Called her Devilish Mary.
She and I just went to courting,
And we courted while I tarried;
And in the course of two or three weeks
She and I were married.
(Chorus)
Then o n e day I said to her,
That she'd better wash the dishes;
She jumped in the yard and popped her fist
And swore she'd wear the britches.
(Chorus)
Then one day I said to her,
Better if we were parted;
And by the time I spoke the words,
She got her duds and started.
(Chorus)
If ever I marry again in this world
Won't be for love or riches;
I'll marry some little duck-legged girl
That can't wear my britches.
(Chorus)Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
To Olga : an appreciation in verse.
No full textPoetic appreciation of Mrs. Olga Hunter, wife of the author. Bound in cream card covers with applied cover label
Kephart the Hunter
No full textThis article, pages 5 to 19, is titled, “Kephart the Hunter.” It appears in the January 1914 issue of The Berea Quarterly. On page 2 is a photograph taken from Kephart’s book “Our Southern Highlanders.” Horace Kephart (1862-1931) was a noted naturalist, woodsman, journalist, and author. In 1904, he left St. Louis and permanently moved to western North Carolina. Living and working in a cabin on Hazel Creek in Swain County, Kephart began to document life in the Great Smoky Mountains. “Our Southern Highlanders” was first published in 1913 and revised in 1922
It was in the town of Nero Where I did live and dwell;
No full textvoiceCollected by Max Hunter (H-13)
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Mrs. Roxie Phillips
Berryville, Arkansas
November 4, 1958
Reel 2 5 9 , Item 2
The Waxwell Girl
It was in the town of Nero
Where I did live and dwell;
It was in the town of Maxwell
I owned a flour mill.
I fell in love with a Maxwell girl
With dark and rolling eyes;
I asked her to marry me
And "Yes" she did reply.
Into her sister's house we went,
The wedding to provide;
I asked her to walk with me
Down by the river side.
Me traveled over hill and valley
Till we came to level ground;
I picked up a gambrel stick
And knocked the fair maid down.
She fell upon her bended knees,
"Have mercy!" she did cry.
"Oh, Johnny, dear, don't murder me,
I'm not prepared to die."
He gave no heed to the words she said
But tapped her more and more,
Until the ground all around her
Mas covered with bloody more.
He dragged her by the yellow locks;
He dragged her on the ground;
He dragged her by the river side
And plunged her in to drown.
Lie there, lie there, you Maxwell girl,
Lie there, lie there, he cried;
Lie there, lie there, you Maxwell girl,
To you, I'll never be tied.
Maxwell Girl (Cont'd)
Reel 2 5 9 , Item 2 (Cont'd)
It was twelve o'clock or afterwards
When I got home that night;
My mother was sitting there
All in an awful fright.
Oh, Johnny dear, where have you been?
There's blood upon your clothes.
The only answer I could give
Mas bleeding at the nose.
She handed me a napkin
To wrap my aching head;
She handed me a candle
That lighted me to bed.
The flames of hell shown round me,
The Maxwell girl about;
Her sister swore that it was I
That took her sister out.
So early next morning
The Maxwell girl was found,
A-floating down the river
That runs through Maxwell town.
They took me on suspicion,
They marched me down to jail.
No one to go my security,
No one to go my bail.
Come all you young people,
Take warning here by me;
Don't murder your true lover,
It'll be a cruelty.
It'll bother you, it'll bother you
Until the day you die;
And then they will hang you
Upon the scaffold high.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
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