Baker County GaArchives News.....Legend of te Creek War May 14 1845
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Albany Patriot [newspaper] Apr 16 1845-Nov 1847

Legend of the Creek War.
     Near the road leading from Albany to Blakely, in a solitary place about 
two miles from the Chickasahatchee Swamp, stands a dilapidated house, which is 
now uninhabited, and has a very desolate appearance.  To a believer in ghosts, 
it would present a favorable spot for their nocturnal visits.  A traveller 
approaching it in the twilight would almost expect to see something frightful 
start up before him.  This spot was the scene of a bloody tragedy in the last 
Creek war.  It was thn inhabited by a man and his wife, with several children 
and servants.  A former resident of the place had offended the Creeks, and 
they, with that unrelenting spirit peculiar to their race, had determined to 
have revenge.  A part of them in their flight from Alabama to Florida, passed 
near this place.  They believed the object of their hatred was within their 
reach—the demon of revenge stirred within them, and they determined to 
sacrifice their victim and his whole family to their fury.  Concealed by the 
forest, they approached the house, while the unsuspecting family and several 
neighbors were asembled at breakfast. Alarmed by the shouts of the savages, 
they attempted to escape—a horrid massacre ensued—the blood of father, mother, 
children, neighbors and servants was mingled together.  A part of whites next 
day visited the spot. They found some dead, some dying, and some, though 
shockingly mangled, still survived.  In their blind rage, the savages had 
missed the object of their vengeance, and brought destruction upon an innocent 
family.
    The appearance of the place is in keeping with its history; the woods look 
dark and gloomy, long moss hands in curtains from the trees, as if nature, in 
sympathy for the murdered family had clothed herself in the habitments of woe.


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