The descendant of Earl William Dover (Theron's son) has sent me some stories and information she had in her research through the years, and I thought the following was very interesting and adds another piece to the puzzle for some members of Burton's family. It also gives me another place to search in 1910 for Lemuel since I couldn't find him in the census records for 1910. The story follows: Another source to the family named Dover is the Atlanta Journal and Constitution Magazine in 12-12-65 (we have this article in the family folder, I kept it, Marjorie Parsons Dover); there is a story about a man named George Dover founds remains of churches and homes his father and grandfather built. One named High Shoals is such a church, in old Buncombe Community, a vanished village on the side of Buncombe Mountain. It's in Dawson County, high up above Amicalola and Cochran, Falls, so far back in the woods deer live in the one remaining tumbledown log house, seeking refuge there from the storm and snow. The article states, you can't find Buncombe on a map and you can't get there without a guide. You drive up the steep road to the top of Amicalola and keep going. George Dover of Dahlonega is a good a guide, as you can take. He helped get the new road built to High Shoals and he used to live there and his daddy and granddaddy. Who came from Ireland. His mother was a Cochran for which the Cochran Falls was named. "My grandfather Cochran was in the Civil War six years," he said. "He ran away from his daddy, left a steer standing in the field and walked through to Tennessee to join the army. He was just 16 or 17 but he told them the wrong age to get in. My grandfather joined the Northern side. He didn't believe in no human being used as a slave. "He was gone six years. All his life he drew a good pension, but Southern boys never got nothing but a lickin'. He saved his money in the army and when he came home he was an independent rich man. He had $500. George says, I was born in the house at the old home place at the foot of Cochran Falls, in 1909 when I was 8 my father moved his family to Texas. He had a sister, who had married out there and she wanted us to come work in the cotton country. My father had a sale and got rid of all the house things, the kitchen stuff, the furniture, even his rubber-tired buggy. As far as I know, he had the first rubber-tired buggy in the mountains. "We came back from Texas in 1912," Mr. Dover went on. "Boll Weevil had about ate us up, we had the finest fields of cotton you ever saw out there til the Weevils came. Hot winds would burn our corn up. It's be black as a crow. The wind would blow and in three days leaves would crumble in your hand, cured out like tobacco. My daddy never did come back up here. He lived in Pickens and Hall and Cobb Counties. George's grandfather, George W. Cochran, 9th Tennessee Cavalry sleeps in Nimberwill cemetery. George Dover reminisced about the Buncombe old-timers _ Roscoe Tucker's sister Monie Anderson who taught the school. Roll Bearden who drove a herd of Sheep to Atlanta with Mr. Dover's daddy. "I think it was Mack McClure who lived in the old log house, one of old man, John McClure's sons," said Mr. Dover. "There were a lot of McClures, and Eubanks, Rices, Cochrans, Dotsons _ I can't call all the names. Jeff Eubanks, if I should say such a thing, was shot by my uncle with a muzzle-loading shot gun. He shot him through his gate. Jeff had hit him the day before, made him bleed, and so my uncle went after him. He didn't kill him, but it cost my grandfather $500 to get my uncle out of it down at Dawsonville. This is a community in the forest near Dahlonega, GA. Marjorie Dover Stansel