Moving Around to Make a Living
Now we started moving from there over across the ridge, to another little old house. He moved to
where he could find land to tend. That’s all the way he had o’ livin’. Now we didn’t have nothin’ but
some beds; we carried ‘em across the hill, and when we got there, there was an old chair there, that
was lined with a black skin; scared me. Pa said “Aw, it’s just a bear skin. Won’t hurt you.”
We stayed there a year I think, or more, then we moved to Couches Creek, four miles across the
mountain, the divide up there, you know where that was, above the old Cole place. The main divide
goes between Mingus’s Creek and Couches Creek. And we carried the stuff, what little we had, in
there, and holed up in that log cabin. The puncheons [floor boards] was made out of logs and hewed.
The’ [wudn] nothin’ fancy to it. The cracks was in it, but they had the most of ‘em stopped. And the
walls was logs; they was daubed with mud. We stayed there some years; I don’t know how long it was.
Must have been about seven or eight years there. Then we moved down to the . . . called the John
Smith place, on the creek. This was up in the cove, before we moved down to the John Smith place
on the creek. Well, right in there, it all wound up. We must ‘a’ stayed there about seven or eight
Now we done all the loggin’ out of the cove down to the John Smith place where the saw mill set right
over there in that little flat place, sawed all the timber we could get in there, and that helped pay for
We had two yokes of bulls. The first ones was Bob and Bally, and the next ones we got was Doc and
Jerge, two red bulls, and these others was big horny . . . one was a bay, and the other was white-
spotted, and they made our livin’, most of it.
We rented the sawmill. They brought it up: One half for the other.
Well, I’d say that went on for about seven or eight years in there. We worked that, farmed that old
land all we could. It got so it would make nothin’ much. Pa went to the cotton mills. Took us all to the
cotton mills. He thought he’d get more money. I worked in the cotton mill, weaved and all that stuff. He
stayed there a while, a year or two . . . come right back to the mountains again, back to the old John
Smith place. I don’t know . . . he moved three or four times away from there to the cotton mill, before
we finally left.
When this loggin’ job got done, the saw mill went out. Had some lumber left; they hauled it in to
Whittier, on wagons, about thirty miles.