Old Uncle Jimmie
Carter was one of the appointed sheriffs
that didn’t do much in the office.
(Had a fine farm out on the Cow House toward Gatesville. In 1911 my
father went out to draw him and Mrs. Carter’s will. Got a livery stable
team, and asked me to go with him. He pointed out Dead
Man’s Creek--said a body was found there. I would not go in and eat
dinner in the old ranch style house. Sat out reading in the buggy. The
horses ran away but fortunately stopped at the rail fence. I was scared.
These were good old pioneer people. This was just before I was sent off to
Philips Exeter Academy. Passed by old Captain Stiles’ place.)
(Speaking of Dead
Man’s Creek, some years ago one of the Chamblisses,
originally of Blue
Ridge, where his father preempted land in an early day and first lived
camped out. Told me this story. Once a stranger came by and spent the
night with them. He said that his brother was the man who was killed and [That’s
all folk. This sentence was not completed. This is the end of Chesley's
long document of interviews. There are numerous other
interviews.--Elreeta Weathers]