Yes. His mother died and his grandmother died, and Grandpa was
Page 44 gone. It was just the children, and they've sold
it to some fellow. He kept it a good while, and he made some pretty good
money on it. He was in the Farmers' Exchange at Pittsboro about the
first time it started up. He sold it to somebody that they said sold the
timber on it later for $65,000. It's about a 300-acre farm, I think.
[unknown] lot of land, and it was right up the river
about four miles on the other side. It had the old house on there, the
old place. I went with Papa up there, me and Cary and him and Uncle Don.
Covered the house. I mean we carried Don and them going down to the
spring down there. I was just a boy. We just went with him because he
wanted us along, I reckon, and we wanted to go. And we walked across the
river. It was low, and they knew a fording place up there, and we all
walked up there and walked across the river on rocks and drainage chute.
Of course, if the river had been up any. . . . They knew how to ford; I
didn't. I'd hate to try it now.
[Laughter] But that was an old Civil War house, before the Civil War, and
he showed us how his daddy's folks hid meat and stuff in the seaming of
the house. They'd take the boards out and place the meat down there to
keep the Yankees from getting them when they were coming through. There
were a bunch of them up here the other side of Hillsborough—they camped
around Hillsborough, you know—and they were told never to cross the Haw
River, but they would do it. And, of course, their house was on the
other side of the river. Somebody up there killed one of them one night.
Stole his horse. He sensed one way or another that they were out there
or something. He went out and hid, they said—this is what Grandpa told
my daddy—he started off and [unknown] he shot him off his
horse and buried him. He was a Yankee soldier stealing his horse, and
Page 45 he got his horse back. Said all he had to do was
whistle, and he come back to him. That's what they said. But life was
pretty cheap if you was a Yankee along then coming around in here. He
said they took that fellow and buried him, though. Said they probably
just wondered what went with him. They were told never to cross the
river nohow. That was the orders, not to cross the Haw River. But they
were going around getting stuff, take anything they could out of the
homes. That was the custom all around them Yankees
[unclear]. That's one thing that made them hate the Yankees so bad, I
reckon, along especially then. Well, the War was on, and they were both
bad to one another, I guess. But if you had a little something and that
was about all you had, and somebody come along and take it, that's
rough, too, weren't it? It sure was. They'd take your meat and take it
back to camp.