Recipe for Pneumonia. Take Lobelia Herb (ground) and put on a greased cloth and cover one with another greased cloth. Heat and place on the chest. Recipe for Pellagra: Take one cup of tea a day made of Yellow Dock Root and a teaspoonful of Golden Seal. Caked Breast: Take elder Blossoms and fry in lard, then strain. Bathe the Caked Breast, then apply the elder Flowers you have fried down, and it will ease at once. A strong infusion made of seeds of Jerusalem Oak is very beneficial for Worms. For Asthma: a tea made of Wild Plum Bark and sugar. For Bronchitis, purifying the blood, and Asthma: 1 cup dried Red Clover Blossoms 2 level tablespoons Ground Flaxseed 1 pint boiling water Mix and steep for an hour, strain, add sugar and the juice of a lemon. Do not boil, that will kill it's healing quality. Drink hot and best when taken at bed time. Cold Sores: Open them up, apply Witch Hazel and continue doing this every five minutes until the sores dry up. (Or until you can't stand the pain any longer-EC) For Pimples and Blackheads: Tea made from Red Clover Flowers. For Thrush: Make a tea of the second bark of a Black Jack Tree or Persimmon Bark; add a pinch of alum, swab the sore mouth a few times. Dysentery or bowel trouble: Tea made of Comfrey Root. Warts: Paint with Poke Root four or five times. Horse Radish Root is fine for Weak Back, Bladder and Kidney Troubles. Flu: Boil a handful of Motherwort in two cupfuls of water until you have a cupful, then sweeten and drink hot. Edna Clack

A good remedy for Blind, Itching or Protruding Piles: Boil Red Oak Bark down to an ooze and put with pure hog's lard and make into a salve, then use. Life Root will help in Confinement or eases pains. It will bring on the menstrual flow if it has stopped due to colds. To cure Cholera in chickens, put Poke Root and May Apple Root in their water. Catnip Tea is good to give babies for the Colic. It is also good for Nervous people. Recipe for Cucumber Pickles: 1 qt. Cucumbers 1 teaspoonful of dry mustard 1 teaspoonful of salt 1 teaspoonful of Black Pepper Fill jar with cold vinegar, use rubber jar ring on jars, and keep tightening the lids as they work. Edna Clack

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To cure Catarrh, take dried Mullein leaves made into a cigarette and smoke. Inhaling the smoke will cure it. An obstinate sore in the mouth may be healed by touching it with a lump of alum two or three times a day. Or, use Ironite. Recipe for Poisons: Take a few Mayapple Roots pour boiling water over them. Let cool and take one half teaspoonful every ten to fifteen minutes until relieved. Mayapple is a cathartic, call a doctor also. Recipe for Baby's Bowels: Take a piece of Sweet Flag Root about one half inch lone, chip up fine one half teaspoonful of catnip, one third teaspoonful of ground Allspice and boil in one teacupful of water for five minutes. When cold, give a teaspoonful every hour until relieved. Peppermint Tea is also good for Baby's Sick Stomach. For a very young baby, you might want to leave out the Allspice. For Cramp Colic chew a small piece of dried Calamus Root. To cure Neuralgia: Take the leaves of Bull Nettle and make a tea and drink. Make a poultice of the leaves and lay on the affected parts. Will cure the worst cases. A salve for Bleeding Piles: Take two large handfuls of Peach Tree Leaves and fry in two tablespoonful of lard until the leaves are black and the lard is dark. Strain and let cool. Apply as you would any other salve. To cure Baby's Thrush in the Mouth: Take a small handful of the inside of Bark of Persimmon and put in a pint of water; boil down to half a pint; strain add sugar or honey, boil down to a syrup to which add a small piece of Alum while cooking. For Diarrhea take one half teaspoonful Jamaica Ginger and steep in one cup of boiling water. When cool, add enough white flour until all is a watery paste and drink. Wet Tea Leaves held to the eye will cure colds in the eye. Creosote Leaves (commonly called Gobernadora) made into an infusion and inhaled is good for colds. For Mechanics and Farmers who find it hard to keep hands clean with ordinary soap. To the soap lather, add one teaspoon of table sugar and wash hands in the usual way. You will be delighted with soft clean hands. Ladies should try this too, to soften the hands. For Pellagra: Take one cup of tea a day made of Yellow Dock Root and a teaspoonful of Golden Seal. You can expect no results with herbs that are over a year old. For Burns: Two ounces Linseed Oil, 2 ounces Sassafras Oil, 1 ounce Coal Oil. This is fine for burns, it will exclude the air and stop the pain. For worms in children, use equal parts of sugar and powdered sage. Give a teaspoonful before meals until relieved. This may be moistened with a few drops of water if the dry sage chokes the child. All the above from: "The Herbalist Almanac" 1933, printed in the U.S.A. Is this enough or are you people still wanting more cures? Edna Clack

Chapter Eight Finds a Congenial Dog Friend - Leaves Home One day someone inquired, "Have you seen Carlo?" No one could say they had seen him that day, and we all wondered where he could be. We called and called and he did not come, that was very strange for he was always around somewhere before. We watched and waited all that day, and still he did not come. Next day, we inquired of our neighbors or anyone we saw. They had not seen him, night came and he had not been found. On the third day, someone told us they had seen a dog they were sure was Carlo with an old worthless dog that belonged to Mr. _____ who lived over the ridge about two miles away from us. We were very skeptical, for he had never been known to take up with a strange dog or stay away from home overnight. Grandpa said he would go over there and find out. So he saddle a horse and rode over to the place and sure enough, there he was with the old worthless dog and they were great friends. Grandpa asked the fellow when Carlo came to his place, and he said he was not sure but thought it was three days before, and wondered whose dog he was. Said he tried to make him leave but he couldn't (Grandpa didn't believe that part of it). After considerable persuasion, Grandpa got Carlo to come home with him, where we petted and fed him good and thought he would stay, but the next morning Carlos was gone again. He did not show up all day. Next day, Grandpa went over after him again and found him with the old dog. He brought him home and we watched him close and when night came we fastened him up in the corn crib, but he gnawed a hole big enough to crawl through and was gone back to the old dog. He was brought back again. The fellow said the old dog was worthless and he would get rid of him to save us further trouble. We kept Carlo penned up in a horse's stall for a few days to give the fellow time to get rid of the old dog and then let him out and he went away again that night. We waited thinking if the old dog was not there he would come back home, then went to look for him and the man said he had given the old dog to a man living near the mouth of White's Creek which was about a mile and a half from us. We went to see the fellow and found Carlo there with the old dog again. The fellow said he would try to drive Carlo home if he ever came back. Carlo was penned up for a few days and when he was let out he went back to his dog friend. Grandpa went after him again, and the fellow said he would take the old dog out and shoot him so as not to cause anymore trouble for us, the old dog was not any good for anything. And, that was what he done right after Grandpa left, but we didn't know it at the time. So we kept Carlo [penned up for a spell, then let him out and he went away and found the old dog where he had been shot and there he stayed howling and barking for about three days and nights until he got so weak and hoarse that Grandpa did not recognize him when he went after him and heard him barking. He went on to the house and inquired about Carlo and the fellow said he had not seen Carlo, that he had killed the old dog and left him out in the woods more than a quarter mile from the house three days ago, that barking had been going on out there for a long time, that is close to where he left the old dog. He said lets go out there and see what this barking is about. They went out near him and looked across a hollow from the ridge they were on and saw Carlo, but it didn't sound like him barking. They stopped to watch. Carlo would look around at something on the ground then he would bark a few times, throw up his head and howl the most pitiful sound you ever heard tow or three times, the he would sit still on his haunches, then repeat, more like crying than howling. He would get up then walk around to something on the ground take hold of it and try to drag it toward the house, then sit down on his haunches for a while, then he would bark and go through the same performance again. After they had watched for awhile they went on over where Carlo was. After they got near, Carlo saw them and bristled up ready to attack them. Then Grandpa spoke to him calling him by name and he recognized him and came running as fast as he could making noises more like crying than anything else. He was so weak he could hardly stand on his feet, but was glad to see him and wanted Grandpa to help with the old dog, for that was what it was on the ground and Carlo had been trying to drag it to the house. He had dragged it more than one hundred yards in that direction. The fellow said that he had heard him barking and howling for about three days and nights without let-up, and didn't think he had left to get water or food during the whole time. Grandpa had a job getting him home, he was so weak that he could go only a short distance at a time, would have to stop and rest then go a little ways and rest again moaning and whimpering like his heart was breaking all the time until they arrived at home, where he laid down like he was ready to give up the ghost. He was offered water, but was so exhausted that he could hardly take it. He just wanted to lie still. We offered him some food, but he would only take a very small amount. He took a little more the next morning and some water and would just lay around so weak and lifeless that we thought he was going to die. We kept persuading him to eat and he kept taking a little until he got so that he seemed more like himself, but not quite the same. In act, he never was his old self anymore. I don't remember just how long he lived afterward, but it seems to me now that it was not more than a year. He lost interest in life, didn't seem to care what took place around him. What puzzled us was his taking up with that old dog that just happened to come along one day, and his leaving home where he had lived nearly all his life to be with it. (Note: I wonder if Baxter ever stopped to think about an episode in his own life. He was born and raised on a farm here in Rhea County, only place he ever lived before marriage. He courted a lot of girls in Rhea and Roane County but, by chance, one day met and fell in love with Bertha East. Shortly thereafter, they were married and within an hour or so of the wedding, he and his bride boarded a train for Bozeman, Montana. He only returned to TN twice in his life. Maybe when he wrote the above, he was thinking about his own life-EC) Carlo lingered on listless for sometime. I don't remember for how long, but he seemed to get weaker until one day he was not seen around the house and I inquired about him and was told that he had been seen in the apple orchard up on the hill and I went to see and found him lying under an apple tree very quiet. I went to him and said, "Carlo, old fellow, what is the matter, are you sick?" He looked up at me piteful-like and sucked in his breath making a little noise like a moan. I says, "Carlo, are you hungry?" He just made another noise, very low and looked at me. I went to the house and came back with some of his favorite food and offered it to him and he took it in his mouth, turned his head to one side and laid it on the ground beside him, then looked up at me, as much as to say, "Thanks, but I can't eat it now." That was about the middle of the afternoon. Next morning, I started to go up to where I left him the day before and found him at the fence which had been let down for the calves to go through and found him there, where he laid down and died. It made me feel awfully sad to see him lying there stiff on the ground. I went back to the house and told the folks that he was dead and they were all sad. I think was my sister, Sally, and my little brother, Mack, that helped me carry him out to a grove of pine trees where we dug his grave between two young pine trees and buried him deep in the ground. Dad said years later that if he had known Carlo would grieve so much, he would have taken the old dog home with them and Carlo would have been happy at home. The end. Hugh Baxter Clack

Chapter Six (The second Chapter Six-EC) He looses a Battle But Wins the War (Ok, so there are two titled Chapter Six. Remember, he was about 75 years old when he wrote this so just over look the duplication-EC) My cousin, Jack Stinecipher, had a very large young dog that would fight anything that came along. His name was "Tige" and he followed Jack one day when he came to visit me and it wasn't long until he and Carlo met. We were near the gate that leads from the house to the barn. According to my recollections, Carlo was on the side next to the barn and Tige came in the front of the yard and to where Jack and I were just opening the gate, and Carlo came through and met Tige just inside, and started to quarrel in their dog language. Which was deep coarse "hair raising" growls, as they slowly stepped closer together. We scolded them and tried to stop them, but they could not hear us for their fierce growls. All at once they both jumped at each other with full force, growling, barking, and snapping, coming together with tremendous force and rearing up on hind legs whirling this way and that way, until Carlo, whirling around, struck something which knocked his feet our from under him causing him to fall. Tige took advantage of his fall and was on top of him before he had time to rise and was trying to get Carlo by the throat, but Carlo had a very thick neck which was hard to get hold of and he was struggling hard to rise but couldn't quite make it, when Jack saw a chance to jump in and catch Tige by one of his hind feet and pull him away. Carlo was up and at him and Jack had all he could do to hold Tige. Then I jumped in and caught Carlo around the neck and held on to him. He tried hard to break away from me, but I managed to hang on until we got them quiet. Then Jack pulled Tige along toward the front gate cuffing him with his hand then shoved him through and drove him home. That was not the end of it. Tige got to running around of night doing depredations but no one had positive proof on him. He had been seen around our place and depredations had been committed but no one saw him in the act. Jack didn't think it was him doing them and made dire threats as to what he would do if anyone killed him. Tige got to coming quite often to our place and killing things of nights; anything he came across, just to be killing. He never ate them for he was well-fed at home. This all went on for a month or more and I told Jack someone would kill him if he didn't keep him tied or fastened up. But he couldn't believe it was Tige, and he did try to keep him home by typing him, but Tige nearly always got loose and when he did, there would be something killed. It might be a pig, goose, duck or chicken, and Tige would be back at home in the morning lying on the porch looking innocent and Jack wouldn't believe he had done anything wrong, although he was loose from his chain. Well, this went on for sometime and Carlo and Bonny would chase after him, making the welkin ring with their barking when ever he was around, making it hard for us to get any sleep and every time I would tell Jack about it he would say, "I try to keep him tied up but the chain won't hold him, and I don't believe he does the killing. I think it is something else that does the killing and he gets blamed for it." Well, it went on for a while longer and people put up quite a howl, most everyone but Jack thought it was Tige doing the killing, but could not convince him that it was. Then one morning I got out of bed and came down the stairs just as it was getting light enough to see good and stepping off the porch into the yard, at the front of the house, I noticed something lying on the ground a few steps away. I approached closer so as to better see, and to my great surprise I discovered it was the dog, Tige, and he was dead and stiff. While I was standing there looking, mother came out from the other side of the house very quietly and came up close to me and spoke low to me. After she had looked at him, saying, "Your Pa will come and help you get rid of it." I never asked any questions of her, nor made any remarks, just waited and Pa came out. Mother had gone back in the house. Pa only said, "Let's take him to the mire hole in the swamp." We took hold and he was so heavy we had to stop a few times to rest on the way, the mire hole was at the foot of a little hill at the edge of the swamp and we stood at the edge and threw him in as far as we could and watched him sink in, out of sight then threw in some brush over the place, then went back to the house without any comments and ate our breakfast. The rest of the family never knew anything about what had occurred that morning and never was told. (p.s. Jack never learned) Chapter Seven Old Billy _______ One day Carlo was lying on the porch facing toward the road that leads down to the house. Mother was working nearby doing odds and ends, small jobs before commencing to prepare dinner, when she heard Carlo make a noise something between a bark and a grunt, then a very low growl. She looked around to see what Carlo was doing. He got up on his feet slowly and walked out toward the gate, all the time looking up the hill. She raised her eyes and looked up the road and saw some one coming down toward the house but could not tell who it was until he got about fifty yards from her, then she discovered it was Old Billy _______ (name deleted to protect the innocent-EC). He was one of the fellows that you can find in most any neighborhood who makes a nuisance of themselves by going around to people's homes when they are busy and bothering them when they want to get something done. He made it a point to get there just before meal time so that he could get a square meal. Mother did not want to be bothered with him anytime, and especially then, for there was no one there but her and it was hard for her to prepare dinner and talk to him at the same time, and furthermore he would take little things that did not belong to him if he was not watched. She kept out of sight and watched Carlo to see what he would do when Old Billy came to the gate. Carlo just stood inside the gate until Billy came and placed his hand on it. Then he pulled back his lips and showed his teeth. Billy hesitated, then attempted to unfasten the gate. When Carlo showed his teeth again and gave a very low growl, Billy stopped and stepped back. Carlo just stood still and looked at him. Billy got nervous, took a step like he was going to go away, changed his mind, turned around, looked toward the house and yelled out "H-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o." Mother took her time going out as she was so amused at him and Carlo that she could hardly keep her face straight. She spoke to Carlo and he just stepped off the walk and let Billy pass and fell in behind him and when Billy raised his foot to step on the porch, Carlo took him by the hell and pulled back and made him set it back on the ground. Billy looked down and saw that it was Carlo and jerked his foot up quick but Carlo was quick too and caught his hell again and made him set it back on the ground. Mother could hardly keep from laughing, it was so funny the way Billy squirmed and twisted around. She says, "Carlo, be ashamed of yourself." She couldn't scold him, she was enjoying it too much to scold. Carlo then let him go in on the porch where he sat down in a chair where Carlo walked around him sniffing. Old Billy squirmed and twisted drawing his feet and arms making himself as small as possible watching Carlo all the time, so nervous that he could not sit still; while mother was so amused she could hardly speak without laughing. Finally Billy spoke and when he did he couldn't keep from stuttering. He said, ":When I go-got to-to the ga-gate, Ca-Caro-Carlo shu-shu-showed his teeth and I wa-was afr-fraid to op-open the ga-gate, and I was afraid to start away for fear he would jump the fence and bite me and I called out for someone to come and keep him from biting me. I have been here before and he ought to know me, but he wouldn't let me come in." He sat there in misery for a few minutes while Carlo walked around him sniffing some more and watching him until Mother got sorry for him and told Carlo to go lie down. He walked away a few steps but did not lie down, but stood and watched Billy. Billy sat there and could not think of anything to say for some time. Then he said, "I will have to go now, will you keep Carlo from biting me as I go out?" Mother told him not to be afraid the he would not bite him. "Can't you stay and rest before going?" He said no, that ht must go, and gets up and starts for the gate and Carlo follows a little way behind him to the gate and watches until he goes out of sight, then comes back and lays himself down with a sigh of relief where he was laying when Old Billy first appeared. Carlo never would allow him to come inside the gate until someone came out and told him to stand aside, then he would do so reluctantly and stay close to him and watch him all the time until he left and appeared relieved when he was gone. Old Billy did not come so often after Carlo watched him so closely that time and we were saved several meals that he would have eaten had Carlo not been watchful. Chapter Eight Finds a Congenial Dog Friend - Leaves Home To be continued with Chapter Eight in next email. Edna Clack

Chapter Five He Ok's A Strange Cherokee Indian One day we were entertaining some friends in our sitting room. The weather was nice and pleasant and we had the doors all wide open while we were talking on various subjects of minor interest to most of us. When to our great surprise an Indian appeared just outside the doorway. We all looked up in astonishment. Conversation all ceased; all eyes focused on the object standing in the doorway. The dogs had not barked or given any warning of his coming. We had not heard him coming, but there he was, standing six feet or more in height; erect, straight as an arrow, with broad shoulders and long black hair streaming down on his shoulders. He had removed his hat and was holding it in his hand. He made a low bow and his hair flowed out in front when he came erect. I have never seen anything like it. He held up his hand, palm out, as a token of friendship before he spoke, then said, "My name is Ye Wau. I come from Cherokee Nation…come to see country where my people come from. Me Cherokee Indian, come long way, make long walk, like to rest then go on." He was invited to come in and take a seat with us. He came in and politely sat down, placing the little bundle which he had tied up in a large bandana handkerchief, on the floor beside his chair. My father says to him, "It's a long way from here to where you came from. Have you walked all the way?" He said, "Yes, long way, me walk long time, stop when tired, rest then go, no hurry. See lots of people…make many friends, like to make friends, not long now until I get to where I want to go, see country then go back, me little when I left it." He stayed overnight. I liked to listen to him talk and tell stories. I remember one very distinctly that he told on himself about going courting, and the way that he told it made it very funny and at times made me feel scared to look at the expression on his face. He made it look so real. He commenced by saying, "I go two three miles to see girl one place lots of trees, sometime wild animals in there. I go to her place, see girl, we talk, talk, love lots, stay long time. Love some more, get plenty late, loves some more, then start home, come to woods, heap dark, me get afraid, take out long knife, open it, go in woods got knife in hand, me afraid, plenty scared, walk on little ways, stumble on something, fall down, don't know what it is. It begin to fight me. Me bad scared now. Me Cut, Cut, Cut__um hard and fast as can. Pretty soon it bawl, Bawl BA-U-L-L-L-L! Me stop, no cut anymore. No scared so much now. Find out it's cow. Now I'm ashamed, awful sorry. Went home, sleep; next day find out it's widow woman's cow. She poor. All she had. Plenty children, now no cow. Heap sorry now, didn't want folks to know me scared and kill cow. Went to see widow woman…tell her me sorry she lose cow. Me not tell me kill cow. Me had twenty dollars, give it to her. Say, sorry, twenty dollars buy another cow." (He said that a good cow then was worth about fifteen dollars.) I couldn't understand why Carlo never barked when he came, and I still don't understand id. I asked him how he got past Carlo and he said, "Me honest, love dogs, dogs love me, never bite me." Carlo was there when he came through the gate and just walked away and laid down. Someone saw him from a distance and if the Indian said anything, couldn't hear it. Ye Wau went his way going Eastward toward the country of his ancestors and we never heard of him again. Chapter Six A Whole Flock of Geese Slaughtered I was awakened one Sunday morning by the fierce barking of Carlo and Bonny. They were up on the hill near the barn, chasing something and seemed in a high state of excitement. I knew right away there was something unusual happening. I jumped out of bed, ran out on the porch, which was open on three sides and had a stairway leading down to the porch below. (Note: The house did not have an inside staircase. To get to the upstairs bedrooms, one had to go out on the front porch then climb the steps to the second floor, not an unusual arrangement for 1817 when the house was built-EC) I heard a goose squawking off in an easterly direction and looking in that direction, I saw something white flying across toward the north, high above the fence when it squawked again, I knew something was chasing it and that it was a goose. It was not more than thirty or forty yards from the house where it flew but it was just beginning to get light in the east and I could see but little. Thoughts were tumbling through my mind so fast, trying to figure out what might be taking place. When I heard the goose squawk again over where it had lit and I knew that something had caught it. I ran back into my bedroom for a revolver that I kept handly on a shelf near my bed always loaded ready for just such an emergency. I took it and ran out and down the stairs as fast as I could. I didn't take time for clothes not even shoes. I ran out and jumped over the gate, didn't have time to open it, ran down along a nearly dry branch a short distance and stopped when I saw something white on the ground. The object just seemed raised up a little and moved away from me toward a rail fence nearby. I followed very cautiously until it reached the fence where it stopped and I stopped; at first, I could only see the white goose, and the way it had moved along without noise made it seem uncanny. I stood there straining my eyes for a moment while thoughts were running through my mind like lightening. I thought of a report about a panther being seen in the neighborhood and some folks were afraid to go out after dark. Just then I saw the dim outline of something as it moved a little. I was holding the revolver in my hand and I shoved it out aiming it as best I could in the dim light and fired. I was not more than ten feet away and I heard it make a little noise more like a whine than anything else. I took a step closer and it turned it's head around in my directions that I could see it plainer, then I fired again at it's shoulders which knocked it down. (What can I say? He was 76 years old when he wrote this, guess he forgot to tell us what he shot-EC) Chapter Six (The second Chapter Six-EC) He looses a Battle But Wins the War To be continued with the second Chapter Six in next email Edna Clack

Chapter Three He Watches Faithfully My cousin, John Harmon, who was working for us, took a jug of water with him one Saturday afternoon to the field where he was hoeing corn and placed it at the further of the field where there was cool shade and threw his old coat over it to help keep it cool then went about his hoeing. After a while, Carlo came down to where he was hoeing and followed along to the end of the row where the jug was. John stopped long enough to get a drink then went back to hoeing. Carlo laid down by the jug to guard it without being told to watch it. I don't know how many times John went for a drink after that, but he quit a little early as he was going somewhere that evening and wanted to clean up before starting. He hoed his row out next to the house, and his mind was so occupied with his intended trip that he forgot all about the jug until his return when asked about it, but Carlo hadn't forgot, he stayed there until late in the afternoon. Sunday when some of the folks wanted to take a walk after it begun to get cook and look at the corn, they went to the field John had been hoeing; walking on through the rows to where John had left the jug, Carlo much have heard them before the knew who was coming. Somebody thought they heard a dog growl; pretty soon he barked, not fierce, but a joyful bark and came running to them making little noises like he was so happy he ran around them then ran back into the bushes and barked; then came out and barked, then turned back to the bushes making noises like he was trying to talk. They went to see what it was he was trying to tell them, and found the jug…he had been guarding it for more than twenty-four hours without food or water as far as we knew. He got lots of praise and friendly pats for his faithfulness. Chapter Four Mother gets Puppy Someone gave Mother a little female shepherd puppy dog and it was a cute little thing. It's hair was long and curly and soft as silk, when it folded up for a snooze, it looked like a ball of loose wool. She had such a good and sunny disposition that Mother named it "Bonny." She grew very fast, was playful and docile, made friends with everyone. One day the gate to the cow lot was left open and a cow entered the yard; mother noticed her and called out for someone to drive her out. We went after her hollering to maker her go and first thing we knew, Bonny was there, not much bigger than a housecat, barking fierce and loud, running up to her like she was going to bite and the cow got out in a hurry. Carlo didn't think much of the puppy we called "Bonny." He stayed aloof, and when she got too close he would growl; as much as to say "you keep away from me." Then one day when she was more lively and playful than usual, she ran up from behind where he was laying on the ground with his head resting on his paws half a sleep. She touched him with her nose and startled him so much that he just raised his head, turned, barked and snapped Bonny on the head so hard the he almost killed her. One of his teeth caught in the corner of one eye tearing it badly, almost blinding it…that eye always watered afterwards. When Carlo realized what he had done, he jumped up from the floor in a hurry to get away, but I was after him scolding and cuffing until he stopped, lowered his head in a humble way, as much as to say that he was awfully sorry, and to my knowledge he never snapped at her again. She was more careful afterwards and they lived together peacefully from then on. They made a good team watching over the place to keep intruders off. (Note- the old house they lived in was built in 1817 and until the day it was torn down in 1941 to make way for Watts Bar Lake, it never had locks on the doors. The smoke house had a lock but the house didn't-EC) Bonny was very alert and her hearing and sense of smell was more accurate than Carlo's. She would smell or hear something and start barking and Carlo would be along pretty quick and they would be after whatever was intruding, making the welkin ring with their barking to wake me up, I would raise up in bed and listen. I most always could tell by the way they barked what it was they were after and would soon be out with them prepared to take care of whatever it happened to be. Chapter Five He Ok's A Strange Cherokee Indian To be continued with Chapter Five in another email. Edna Clack

Those of you on this list with a sense of humor and also interested in old postcards (this one 1932), please go to the address below and take a long, hard look. Tomorrow, I'll post the back side of the postcard and see how many of you were surprised. Sorry it is so dark but the background on the card is black and the features aren't very distinct. I've lived through the era of swallowing goldfish, streaking at ball games, and cramming people into phone booths, but I'm always amazed at the ingenuity of some people, weird things they think of, and this card sure got my attention. This doesn't make any sense to you? Well, it will tomorrow. http://members.aol.com/ednaclack/horse.htm Edna Clack

These are the remembrances of another native Rhea Countian, with a slightly different twist. It was written by Hugh Baxter Clack (1868-1949) and begins around 1878. Due to the length of it, I will be posting it in segments. While telling the story of his favorite dog, he weaves in a lot of insights into daily life back then. Notes I have added will be indicated with my initials-EC Carlo Chapter One This is a true story, which I here relate, just from memory. It had it's beginning at least sixty-five years ago, when I was a small boy, not more than ten years old. Some of the incidents in it stand out in my mind as if it were only yesterday, while others are not clear at all; but something like a forest, where only a few of the trees stand out clearly to mark the pattern to make the picture beautiful. It concerns the life of Carlo, a faithful, courageous and brave dog. I went to visit my Uncle McCajah Clack (Micajah Rogers Clack-EC) and his family, and especially to see his son, Tom, who was about my age. I rode horseback over very muddy roads, fourteen miles to where they lived. The weather was cold and I was thinly clad and was cold and tired but I forgot that on arrival when Cousin Tom came running out to meet us with a little white puppy dog following him. I was off the horse and playing with Tom and the puppy. I soon learned his name was CARLO and we had lots of fun. Of course I didn't know then that he was to be entwined in and influence my life greatly in the years to come the way he did. Carlo was mostly white with several brown spots; a good portion of his head and face was brown and a brown spot on his shoulders, one on his hips, one on his tail and some brown on his legs and feet. His tail was large and very short; about five inches with a white curl at the end. He was friendly and good-natured, never inclined to snap or bite. We play around until we were called in for supper. I was hungry enough to eat most anything and Aunt Margaret (Margaret A Horner Clack-EC) had prepared a good supper. I cannot remember what we had to eat but I can remember that it tasted so good that I could hardly stop eating. After supper, Uncle Caje took a seat in the corner of the open fireplace, pulled out his jack-knife and started whittling on a stick of wood. He liked to whittle, I didn't pay much attention, but it looked like he was making a paddle. Cousin Tom and I got to playing on the floor in front of the fireplace and pretty soon we had an argument and forgot there was anyone around but us, until Uncle Caje lit into us with the paddle he was making, while were on our hands and knees. He certainly knew how to use it, he hit both ways with it back and forth ion the seat of our pants so fast it seemed like a blaze of fire. I was so shocked and startled that I could not even cry out. I just fell over on the floor and looked up at him….he had a smile on his face….I wanted to cry, but could not make a sound. Uncle spoke then; I don't remember just what he said, but it was something about our behavior, and still I could not speak. Uncle seemed to think I was about to cry; which I wanted to do but couldn't even do that and he said he just done that for fun, not to cry. Well, that spoiled my fun for the rest of the time I was there. I was afraid to do anything much for fear I would get paddled again. Chapter Two Misfortune Uncle Moves Probably six or eight months after my visit to my Uncle's, my grandmother (Margaret Kerr Clack-EC) had the misfortune of being gored by a vicious cow and was almost killed. She was confined to her bed the rest of her life on account of it, and required constant attention and care. We were living in the house with grandpa (Micajah Clack-EC) and grandma when it happened and there was a vacant house on the place, so Uncle Caje moved into it where he could help take care of grandma and he brought Carlo. He was getting to be a pretty good sized dog then; almost grown, and I made friends with him and loved him from the very first. He would let a little child wallow all over him and take it without a growl. I have heard him whimper when they pulled his ears too hard, but he never offered to bite a small child. Grandma died on September the tenth, Eighteen and Seventy-Seven, and not long afterwards, Uncle took his family and moved to Texas not far from Dallas. When he was ready to go, he gave Carlo to grandpa and us. I was greatly pleased to have him stay with us for I had become attached to him that would have been broken-hearted without him. It compensated to a great extent for the loss of my cousins; Delray, Tom, and Mandy whom I had for playmates for so long. I certainly hated to see them go away and I have never seen them since. We continued to live with Grandpa as long as he lived and had Carlo with us. (Grandpa Micajah Clack died in 1886-EC) He liked his "Shortennen Bread" and learned to beg for it. Holding a piece of it up out of his reach, I would say, "Beg Carlo, beg." He would stand on his hind feet and "wuf, wuf" then I would swing my hand with the bread in it, round and round and say "roll over" and he dropped down on the floor and rolled over quick and then jump up and I would put out a hand holding the bread in the other, and he would come up close and put his underjaw in my hand, then I would place a piece of bread on his nose and he would toss it up and catch it in his mouth, chew it and swallow it, then he was ready for some more. Chapter Three He Watches Faithfully To be continued with Chapter Three in another email. Edna Clack

Postcard - return address Kings Creek, 3-28-1892, addressed to Mr. H.B. Clack, Roddy, Tenn, Rhea Co. "Baxter, if you will put one table spoonful of crude carbolic acid in a quart of butter milk and rub on your colts with a cob it will kill every louse. Tell Jack S. if he will use a half pint of juniper berries and pour one quart of boiling water over them, when cool take 2 table spoonsful 3 times a day - will relieve him. Will find them at Spring store. Yours, S.G. Clack" [Spencer Guess (Gist?) Clack, son of Micajah and Margaret Kerr Clack; Hugh Baxter Clack, son of William Raleigh and Sabria Newport Clack; Jack Stinecipher, Sabria's nephew, son of her sister, Elizabeth] I'm trying to find the ingredients for my gr-grandmother's cough medicine, will post when I find where I put it. I've talked with several people who actually had to take it when they were children, their memories are very vivid:):) Grandma didn't tolerate too much sickness in children, she wanted them well in a hurry. After just one dose, most of them recovered very quickly when told what they were about to take the next time:) My Uncle Bill is 92 years old and delights in telling the story of when he was just a child and pretending to be sick to get out of doing his chores, all his mother had to say was, "Bessie, Willie is sick, go get Grandma and tell her to bring some medicine." Uncle Bill says he came out of that bed like a shot and was out doing his work before Bessie ever got to Grandma's:) Those home remedies could sure taste awful but usually worked real well. Edna

Hi Woodchippy, The best thing I have found for Silverfish and seed moths is a spray called "Camicide" I got it from www.featheredkidstuff.com You can even use it in kitchen. It is great stuff. Brenda Woodchippy@aol.com wrote: > Does anyone on this list know how I can kill the silverfish out of all these > old papers? That is, without damaging the documents? No, I haven't found a > cure from them so need one from you guys. > > Sure need to do something before they get in all my papers. > Edna

Rex: >From "A Compendium of Rhea and Meigs Counties, TN, 1808 thru 1850" Marriages Rhea: William M. Clack to Isabella Wilson, Aug 31, 1841 (Sept 3), Jesse Thompson JP (R) (Isabella daughter of James M. and Anne Cozby Wilson) 1850 Rhea Census: William M. Clack 33 (Farmer), Issabella G. 31, Martha A. 7, Missouri M. 6, Leander P. 4, John B. 2, Eliza J. 6/12 p. 568-205 It would appear from this that Gist would be Isabella's middle name, and maiden name is Wilson. After checking the "The history of Rhea County, TN" it shows that her name is Isabella Gist Wilson. Isabella's parents are James Madison Wilson Jr. b. Oct 31 1770 in Rowan County, and Anna Cozby b. Mar 22, 1784 (probably in VA). They were married Mar 2, 1804 in Knox County, TN. I don't see anything on the marriage of James Wilson and Anne Cozby. If you send me a snail mail address, I will send you a copy of these Wilson pages. In Ewing Cemetery there are two Isabella Wilson's wife of a Clack. Isabella G. Wilson, Wife of Wm. M. Clack May 13, 1819 - Dec 30, 1895, 76 yrs Isabella Wilson Wife of John S. Clack Nov 19, 1839 - Oct 7, 1875, 36 yrs. The younger Isabella is Margaret Isabella Wilson, m. John S. Clack Feb 20, 1867 (Feb 21), A P Early MC 1-#938 John S. Clack to Sara Foust, Feb 20, 1877 (Feb 21), John Howard MG 1-#1486 Larry

Dear Edna, I enjoy all your comments and knowledge about so many things. When I see your e-mail appear, I open it first. You always have something interesting to post and give. But, where may I ask, do you get all your information especially about the soap and ink? Do you find them in old books, or are they handed down to you from ancestors? I simply think they are neat and wonderful. And another question, where does one find all these weird and strange stuff to make these items with? I never heard of half of them. Maybe that's our problem, we don't know and understand the things around us or just do not have to time to learn. Not being nosy, but curious and anxious to learn more! Your friends in genealogy, Larry and Sue Reeves lands@apex.net "If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door so it can."

I've been amazed at how many people are interested in the previous articles I've posted so here's another find from my Uncle's attic, just this week discovered. One of the things in there was a pamphlet "Songs for the Soldiers" from WW1 - anyone out there interested in the lyrics to: The Sunshine of Your Smile Good Morning Mr. Zip, Zip, Zip Keep Away From The Engineers Pack Up Your Troubles The Army Long, Long Trail Over There Indiana Mother Machree Long Boy Oh! How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning We Don't Want The Bacon Are You From Dixie? Eliza Jane The Last Long Mile I'm Sorry I Made You Cry It's A Long Way To Berlin, But We'll Get there Kiss By The Numbers Joan Of Arc Good-Bye Broadway, Hello France Allemand K-K-K-Katy Just Like Washington Crossed The Delaware Edna

In the 40's, the wild pigeons were here in great numbers; in the fall season they flew in flocks by the thousands. They had a roosting place near the mouth of Piney River, where they all gathered at night. They crowded in such great numbers that their weight broke off many branches of the trees, and many people visited the roost at night and killed all the pigeons they needed with a brush or a stick. (If any one doubts this fact, I would refer him to my old friend, Hon. C. Fugate). The pigeons have long since ceased to make their annual visits to Rhea County and the last survivor of the species died recently in the Cincinnati Zoo. Father bought the Colonel Preston farm on White's Creek and moved to it January 1, 1847. Eagle Furnace, located one mile north of us, in Roane County, was then on a big boom. The furnace was owned and operated by Robert Cravens & Co. They made cast iron, mostly pig iron; and shipped it via Tennessee River to Chattanooga in large barges. They had not yet learned the art of coking and had to use charcoal in their business, which required much timber and labor. The "stack" in which the ore was melted was a huge structure about fifty feet tall and about thirty feet in diameter at the base, built of limestone, lined inside with fire-proof brick and sandstone. The plant at first was run by water power; later the steam power was put in to use. The timber being exhausted and the iron ore very inconvenient, the work shut down in the year 1856. Much of the old "stack" stands intact today as a monument (Note: It was removed when they were clearing the land to back up the water behind Watts Bar Dam-EC) to by-gone days, but nearly all the men who helped to operate the Eagle Furnace works have passed beyond our mortal touch and vision. In the 50's, in the old Second Civil District of Rhea County, much land with heavy timber was cleared and put in cultivation, and every spring season "log rolling" was in order, and when invited, the neighbors would lay down their work at home and freely go to help a friend all day to pile his logs without any thought of reward, save a bon-ton dinner, and their friend's lasting gratitude. It was amusing to see the young bloods, and older ones, too, meet and vie with each other over their physical prowess at the end of a spike. Back before the Civil War it was an invariable custom among farmers to husk their corn before cribbing it, and often had night huskings, and it was expected that the proprietor would have a small quantity of "snake medicine" within reach, as snakes were numerous. The darkies like to sing their corn husking songs after nightfall, and old "Unk Ralph" always led the choir, and when he turned up for the occasion with a gill (more or less) of the exhilarating "mountain dew." The music would begin to roll and the corn husks would fly, while the ears of corn dropped rapidly into the granary and the cheering strains of music floated out upon the soft night air in the mellow moonlight to the delight of the entire neighborhood. My string is getting too long and must ring off. Wishing the "News" a grand success and long life, I am yours for luck. W.R. Clack (written in 1915-EC)

The following is a newspaper article written in 1915 by W.R. Clack. I think it is self evident as to why he was writing it. As the article is so long, I will send this part now and the latter half in another email. The next part covers the pigeons, the furnace at Eagle Furnace, log rolling, corn husking, etc. I only wish those old newspapers still existed so we could read what the other old timers had to say. Another Oldtimer Interesting Reminiscences of Other Days in Rhea Editor, Rhea County News, I was pleased to notice in a late issue of your valuable paper, a call to the old residents of your county to write up some facts of their early days and to give their ages and length of time a resident of Rhea County. In response to the call, I will say my "hat is in the ring" as a contestant for the prizes offered. I don't claim to be the oldest, neither am I a kid (if you will allow the slang phrase). I was born in Rhea County, Tennessee, February 4, 1839, and have resided continuously in this county for seventy-six (76) years. I first say light in the Leuty Bend, below Pinhook Ferry on the Tennessee River. My father (Micajah Clack) lived on a farm in the Leuty Bend, for about four years, and then rented the Farley Brady farm and ferry (now McElwee's) for a term of four years and took charge of it January 1, 1842. The ferry was well equipped for service for that day, and was on the main stock road leading from Middle Tennessee and Kentucky to the cotton fields in the state of Georgia, where thousands of head of stock were driven annually, consisting chiefly of horses, mules, fat hogs and sheep. Stands were established all along the route about a day's journey apart, where they could lot and feed their animals and spend the night. The drovers were royally cared for also at those stands. W.S. Greer kept a stand in Grassy Cove, Cumberland County. John and James Robinson kept one near Lorraine, this county, and Jerry Chapman one in Meigs County, a half-mile south of said ferry. Those men were full-handed, owning large tracts of fertile lands, and every way well prepared to take care of, in royal style, all who chanced to come their way. Occasionally the droves arrived too late to cross the river to the Chapman stand before night, and my father always took them in. One time it fell to his lot to care for a few hundred head of hogs and a dozen or more of very hungry men, who had formerly entered into a conspiracy to eat out every tavern on the route. Mother was a good cook, and always believed in having a plenty and some to spare. So she had considered the sharp appetite of those sturdy hog drivers , and had an abundance cooked. After they were filled to the neck the foreman said: "Boys, you had better quit; we can't eat out the Clack tavern." But said he, "This is the first time we have failed to clean up the table since we left old Kentucky." Those days were blessed with peace and plenty, and everybody appeared contented. The river and its tributaries contained an abundance of the finny tribes, and the forests were well stocked with wild game - deer, turkey, quail, squirrels, etc. The black bear and wildcat could be found on Walden's Ridge. Occasionally old Bruin would stealthily descend from the mountain into the valleys in search of prey and carry off a sheep or pig. This county was also infested by the wolf and the red fox to the detriment of the sheep and chicken industry. (end of part 1) Edna Clack

Dear Edna, My husband is the great great grandson of George and Anna (Neilson)GILLESPIE of Rhea County, TN. We know that George was born in 1867 and lived in Washington Co., TN, before moving to Rhea Co. We have names and birthdates of George's children, but would love anything else that any one would like to share. We have much documented information about my husband's direct line, but little personal information. My John descends from George's youngest son David Elbert GILLESPIE b. 1822. Yes, I would like to have a copy of the 1899 newspaper article about Tom Gillespie. I really do enjoy your posts and have been meaning to get in touch with you. We are just now starting to work on the Rhea Co. connections. We spent several days in the Chattanooga library recently and copied many pages of Rhea Co. material that we are still reading and trying to organize. Thanks. Mary R.Gillespie Birmingham, AL genealogy@vestavia.com

Gilt Picture Frames (to clean): "To one pint of water add enough sulphur to make the water a decided yellow. Add three onions, pulled apart, and let it come to a boil. When cool, strain and apply to the frame with a soft brush and rub with soft flannel." "Green Soap: Take 3 ounces each of green Castile soap, water, alcohol and glycerin. Heat the water, shave the soap into it, stir until it is smooth, add the glycerin and stir again. As alcohol is inflammable, it must not be used carelessly near the fire. It is best to stir it in the mixture after it is taken from the stove." "Homemade Library Paste: Dissolve one ounce of alum in one quart of water, add flour to make a thin paste; stir in one teaspoonful of powdered resin, add a few drops of oil of cloves and boil until thoroughly cooked, stirring constantly. Keep in a tightly covered jar." Have fun. Edna

Does anyone on this list know how I can kill the silverfish out of all these old papers? That is, without damaging the documents? No, I haven't found a cure from them so need one from you guys. Sure need to do something before they get in all my papers. Edna