Turner County GaArchives History .....History of Turner County, Chapt 1 1933 ************************************************ Copyright. All rights reserved. http://www.usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm http://www.usgwarchives.net/ga/gafiles.htm ************************************************ File contributed for use in USGenWeb Archives by: Joy Fisher http://www.genrecords.net/emailregistry/vols/00001.html#0000031 August 25, 2004, 3:56 pm CHAPTER I. TURNER COUNTY. AS THE HOME OF THE INDIANS. Turner County was once the undisputed property of the red man, the happy hunting ground of the Seminoles, Creeks and Cherokees,-flowing streams, emerald meadows and forest clad hills, the home of the deer, the bear and the turkey. Was it not enough to fill the savage heart with delight? There were but few Indian towns in the territory of what is now Turner County. It was mainly a hunting and camping ground between larger Indian towns. There was an Indian highway through this section from Pindertown on the Flint River to some town on the Ocmulgee River. This trail crossed Deep Creek about two miles south of Amboy and crossed the Alapaha River about three miles south of Rebecca and was known to the early settlers as the Ten Mile Trail. The Cherokee and Seminole nations were connected by a well beaten Indian trail that followed the "water divide" ridge, from Atlanta to Florida, and really crossed no streams of any size. The trail began on Etowah River, near Rome, came by Atlanta where it was known as the Peachtree Road, and is now Peachtree Street, in our thriving capital city. The trail passed near where the city of Macon is now, by Vienna, Cordele, west of Ashburn and Tifton, and on down into the Seminole nation. Another trail crossed from East to West from near Savannah to a point near Columbus, by Rebecca, north of Amboy, by Dakota on to Pindertown. This Indian trail from Bowen's Mill to Pindertown was afterwards known as the Union Road. Another trail crossed the Ocmulgee at or near Abbeville and joined the Union Road not far from Amboy. The Seminole and Cherokee highway has been known for years as, or parallel to the Thigpen Trail. Mr. Billy Whiddon said that an officer in General Jackson's army, named Thigpen, travelled this Indian trail in 1818, carrying recruits and supplies to Gen. Jackson's headquarters near Apalachicola from Fort Hawkins, on the Ocmulgee. Mr. Whiddon said as late as 1903 stumps were still standing in the road and blazes on the trees were still visible at that time. There is a wide margin for speculation in its tradition and history, but the more reasonable view is accepted. General Blackshear, with a portion of Jackson's army, left Fort Hawkins, which was built about twelve years before, and travelled down the east side of the Ocmulgee River, until he came to Old Hartford, on the east side of the river from where Hawkinsville is today. Here he crossed the river, and about twelve miles further on his army was divided and one division went westward to Fort Early, near the Flint River and one to Fort Gaines. This road is known today as the Blackshear Trail. The other division came on down through Wilcox, Turner and Tift Counties and on to Troupville. Nearly all of this road is still used and was known as the Troupville Road, but later, perhaps during the Indian campaign of 1837-1842, a connecting link from near Cordele to Sycamore was cut out and from Sycamore on down it became known as the Union Road. This road was afterwards used as a dray line from Macon and Montezuma to Valdosta, according to tradition. This army was on its way to quell the Seminole uprising at Fowltown and other places near the Florida line in Georgia. HERNANDO DESOTO. Everyone is familiar with the story of the explorer Desoto, but would you be more interested, if you knew that he passed where your home stands or near that spot? If you are familiar with the Indian villages and trails, where they are located on the map, you will see that every indication is that he traversed the Indian highways which crossed Turner County. It is more than probable that he came up the old Seminole and Cherokee highway till he reached the Indian highway from near Columbus to a point in South Carolina, near Savannah. If so, he crossed the Ocmulgee near Abbeville, where there is a trail through the swamp, travelled by pioneer fishermen, and to them and the Indians known as the "Desoto Trail." In Jones' History of Georgia, he said there was proof that Desoto camped in Irwin County. Desoto had hardly begun his march when a white man named Juan Ortez, who had been a captive among the Indians for ten years and knew all the Indian trails in Florida and South Georgia, became his guide and interpreter. INDIAN TRAILS. An Indian trail crossed Alapaha one mile above Rebecca bridge on lot of land number two hundred and forty-six and between lots numbers two hundred and forty-four and two hundred and forty-seven on by Amboy and Dakota, and crossed Flint River on the shoals above the new power dam where the Indians built stepping stones on the shoals to cross without getting wet. They also crossed Ocmulgee River two miles south of Abbeville at the Statham shoals where stepping stones were built for crossing. This part was known to the Indians and old settlers as Desoto's Trail. Another Indian trail crossed the national highway two miles north of Arabi and entered Turner and crossed lots 220, 215, 201, 187, 186, 180, 155, 152, 153 and 105 in 2nd Land District of original Irwin now Turner County, and rambled on towards the Okefenokee Swamp. INDIAN RELICS, CAMPS AND FIELDS. About one-quarter of a mile above where the Ten Mile Trail crossed Deep Creek, near a living spring, beneath towering magnolias, was an Indian camping ground. About thirty-five years ago there were still visible signs of stakes driven in trees for the poles of their teepes to rest on. About fifty years ago a gentleman plowed up an Indian tomahawk of steel, whether made by French, English or Spaniards is not known, but which was lost by a camping party at least fifty years before. About one-half mile north was another spring and scattered around were broken pieces of Indian pottery. In one place there was revealed by the abrasion of the soil six arrow points or heads made of flint, buried about eight inches deep, nicely placed one above the other. This unknown Indian warrior either forgot where his treasures were hidden, or else was killed in battle before they were used. About two miles below this ford on Deep Creek, were numbers of Indian fields and large islands in the creek, where crops of maize were raised to serve them on their hunting tours as food would otherwise have to be carried and it was the work of women, for all Indian warriors were too proud to work with their own hands, or to show any affection for wives or children. He was the monarch of the forest chase, the fleet footed hunter, the warrior who feared neither man nor beast, and would neither beg for life, liberty or mercy. FIRST WHITE MEN IN TURNER COUNTY. Prior to 1815, no white men had lived in this immediate section, but in the fall one division of Gen. Andrew Jackson's army marched through this section from Hawkinsville, via Amboy and Sycamore, and on through South Georgia. This army was filled with red blooded sons of Revolutionary heroes. The country was crowned with autumnal vesture. Herds of deer were browsing on many meadows. The creeks and valleys abounded with game. They feasted upon the choicest viands that the forests and streams afforded. Those young Virginians, Carolinians and Tennesseeans had a taste for lovely scenery. No wonder they should afterwards follow the old army road and be the first settlers of our territory. Think of this section one hundred years ago and then today; what a transformation! No longer beautiful forests of primeval pines, with summer zephyrs singing in their boughs; no longer the home of the antlered stag; no more shall wild turkeys fleck its swamps and hills; no more shall savage wigwams be built, nor their camp fires brighten the night. Oh, sad savage, you have been weighed in the scales of Jehovah and found wanting, you shall be driven away from the land of your forefathers, for the Anglo-Saxon blood shall triumph. The pale face is in the saddle, the reins are in his hands and he shall ride to victory and success. Fields of waving green, shall yet greet the eye, the pale face's mansion shall deck the hills and dales and the red man will wander in idleness till the end of time. ACQUISITION OF TERRITORY. In 1814, General Andrew Jackson had conquered and almost destroyed the Creek Indians of Western Georgia and Eastern Alabama and according to the historian Parton, the remaining Creeks only desired peace and to be allowed to remain among the settlers. The settlers of South Georgia were complaining to the government at Washington that the Indians of Florida were stealing their cattle and slaves in great numbers, but according to Gifford's History of the Indians, white guerrilla bands, painted and disguised as Indians, were the guilty outlaws and were themselves doing most of the stealing. FOWLTOWN. In 1814, General Jackson captured and destroyed the Indians of Fowltown in South Georgia and recovered a large number of stolen cattle. At one place in Florida he found one thousand head of cattle in one herd with South Georgia owners' brands on them. (Parton's History of Jackson.) SUWANEETOWN. Jackson captured and destroyed Suwaneetown. The Indians swam across the Suwanee River and with Bowlegs as their chief fled into the recesses of the Okefenokee Swamp. The first Seminole war was over, the Georgia troops were marched home and disbanded and the Indians forced to sign the treaty of 1814. TREATY OF 1818. This treaty (with the treaty of 1814) gave to us all of original Irwin County, which was in 1819 laid off into four hundred and ninety acre lots. The surveyor was Daniel McBride. In 1811, we obtained all of original Dooly, which was surveyed and laid off into two hundred two and one-half acre lots. The surveyor was William Oliver. This vast territory was then open for settlers. BATTLE OF BREAKFAST BRANCH IN 1818. In 1884, Wash Graham, an aged mail carrier from Abbeville via Ashley, Grover and on to Wolf Creek, related the following story: About 1818, Joseph Burch was building a house near Poor Robin Spring. He was killed and one son lay perfectly still and let the Indians scalp him. The young man recovered, and Mr. Graham afterwards saw and talked with him about the massacre and his escape. The white people came over from Telfair County and encountered the Indians at Breakfast Branch below Abbeville to punish them for their crime. The white people were terribly and quickly routed by the numerical strength of the Indian band of marauders and murderers. Before the battle Capt. Mark Wilcox and Mr. Nat Statham had been carrying guns for each other. In the retreat Mr. Statham came across his deadly enemy wounded and being left for the torture of the Indians. Uncle Nat, a powerful man, threw his old enemy across his shoulder and carried him to a place of safety. One of the party was shot through the knee and knowing he could not outrun the Indians, ran into an old cypress pond, got behind a log against which the trash had lodged and was all under the water but his nose and although they hunted the pond over carefully they failed to get his scalp. In the race for the boats in the river, the faster runners got to the river first and carried all the boats across, leaving the bravest to swim, drown or be killed by the Indians. OLD PIONEERS WHO CAME TO STAY. Think very kindly of the old pioneer,-the bravest of the brave-unafraid amid the perils of the almost pathless forest, who con-tended against the terrible savage and his scalping knife and from the waste of the wilderness, hewed out a civilization. From the Ocmulgee to the Oconee and beyond, the old pioneer with his family, slaves, servants, cattle, horses and sheep,-and he was numbered by scores and hundreds, lay waiting and watching with wistful eyes, cast across the red wavelets of the Ocmulgee, to a land 150 miles from north to south and fifty miles wide from east to west at the northern end one hundred and seventy-five miles across at the southern end, awaiting the word of the government, "Go ye and possess the land." What a rush! Onward the pioneers came, by the dozens, scores and hundreds, to claim, to own, and to replenish the newly measured acres of old Irwin and Dooly Counties. The song of the cross-cut saw could be heard, timed by the music of the axe, accompanied by the lowing of the kine and the bleating of sheep. Rude huts were quickly built, lands were cleared and fields were fenced and a civilization had begun for the old pioneer had come to stay. Bears, panthers, wolves, and rattlesnakes had to flee the march of civilization. Hundreds of pioneers came, but the territory was of such vast dimensions that settlements were often unmeasured miles apart. The old pioneers would frequently race their horses, drink their whisky and some of them would use profane language when angry, and sometimes they fought, for fighting was a game that only men could successfully play. But after all there were no professional gamblers, no drunkards, no thieves, for it was re-served for the days to come, when screaming locomotives were rushing through, turpentine stills steaming, and saw mills buzzing, that sin became an ararat, upon whose crest no ark of safety could rest, while poisonous whisky flooded the country. The land was the game reserve region of the Indians and the game was plentiful and every pioneer a great hunter, but the deep bay of the deer hounds is music which we will hear no more; the hunter's guns are but rusty relics; and the old pioneers have moulded to dust. Additional Comments: From HISTORY TURNER COUNTY By JOHN BEN PATE Author of The American Genealogy of the Pate Family AMBOY, GA. 1933 STEIN PRINTING CO. STATE PRINTERS ATLANTA, GA. File at: http://files.usgwarchives.net/ga/turner/history/other/gms170historyo.txt This file has been created by a form at http://www.genrecords.org/gafiles/ File size: 14.3 Kb