This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Hurt, Anderson, Stamper, Ray, Simpson, Long, Newby, Tudor Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/xAB.2ACI/2160 Message Board Post: In that day, the Western merchant hauled his goods by wagon from Philadelphia, via Maysville, KY., into the interior of the state. Geiss started off on his annual expedition for goods and Polly saw her opportunity. One morning, she entered the loom room, where her sister sat weaving and humming a happy little tune, unaware of the enmity she had caused. "Come, Fanny", said Polly, "let's go over to Mrs. Brasfield's and get that new quilt pattern she is piecing." Nothin loath the girl arose from her task and the two started forth through the wood. It was cool enought for a shawl. Concealing a hatchet under the one she wore, Polly wrapped it in her arms, and was casting about for a favorable spot to accomplish the deed she had resolved to do. Pointing to a fallen log in a pawpaw thicket, she said" "Fanny, your hair is coming loose. Sit down and let me fix it up." Fanny sat down. Twining the long, thick roll of hair over her left hand, Polly seized the hatchet with the other hand and began hacking at the white throat of her victim. "Don't kill me, Polly!" screamed the girl, "don't, don't___"and the voice ceased as the blood from the severed jugular spurted out. Three slave boys were at work in the field not far way --Abe and Pomp--who belonged to Brown and Tom, the property of General Jennings. Abe was the oldest and hearing the outcry, he ran forward in time to see the strokes and recognized the sisters. Terrified, he ran back and telling the others what he had seen, he swore them to secrecy saying, "if we tell what we seen, they'll swear we done it. Don't open your moufs." An Amazon in strength from her industrious rearing, Polly dug down into a sink hole near the log, dragged the body into the hole and covered it with dirt and autumn leaves till no trace remained. There being no one at the house, her father and brother out at work and her mother at a neighbor's helping with the spinning, the girl next conveyed Fanny's saddle and bridle, with her best clothing, to another sink hole on the farm and buried them out of sight.