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John M. Clemens, Mark Twain's father, lived in Jamestown when his "dwelling constituted one-fifteenth of Obedstown." He and Coonrod Pile were close friends, Pile helping elect Clemens to be the first Circuit Court Clerk of Fentress county. Both were firm believers in the future value of the timber, coal, iron and copper to be found in the mountains.
The desperate character of Pres Huff is evidenced by the records of the United States Circuit Court for the Middle District of Tennessee in the suit of the McGinnis heirs for land in Fentress county.
"Like asking how so and so got the money to buy his last batch of niggers," explained Mr. Saul rather vaguely. "And Colonel Fentress is one of those about whose affairs it is best not to show too much curiosity?" "He is, decidedly. His friends appear to set a heap by him. Another of his particular intimates is a gentleman by the name of Murrell." The judge nodded. "I've met him," he said briefly.
"This friend of Gatewood's had a wife " The judge's voice broke, emotion shook him like a leaf, he was tearing open his wounds. He reached over and poured himself a drink, sucking it down with greedy lips. "There was a wife " he whirled about on his heel and faced Fentress again. "There was a wife, Fentress " he fixed Fentress with his blazing eyes. "A wife and child.
Another friend of Coonrod Pile was David Crockett. The "Hero of the Alamo" had many hunts in Fentress county, upon the "Knobs" and along the upper waters of the Cumberland. The old Crockett home still stands a few miles to the north of Jamestown beside the road that leads to Pall Mall.
He did not wait for Betts to answer him, but continued. "Where is this man Hues?" "Yonder, Colonel, by the captain," said Betts. "I have a warrant for his arrest. You will take him into custody." "Wait!" cried the judge. "I represent Mr. Hues. I desire to see that warrant!" But Fentress ignored him. He addressed the crowded benches.
Saul made a last frantic effort to restrain his friend; he seized the judge's arm just as the latter's finger pressed the trigger, and an instant later Fentress staggered back with the judge's bullet in his shoulder.
Some sense of the wreck that littered the long years, and the shame of the open shame that had swept away pride and self-respect, came back to him out of the past. He only paused when he stood on the portico before Fentress' open door.
The shortcut of the Dixie Highway that part that runs from Louisville to Chattanooga had been surveyed and was being graded through Fentress county. It runs through the "Valley of the Three Forks o' the Wolf," He was "driving steel on the pike," for his days in the blacksmith shop had taught him to wield a sledgehammer and many rocks were to be blasted to make a roadway.
But then he has most astonishing luck in the matter of witnesses. That's been commented on too." The judge nodded comprehendingly. "I reckon you'd call Tom Ware, out at Belle Plain, one of Fentress' closest friends. He's another of your conundrums. I wouldn't advise you to be too curious about the colonel." "Why not?" The judge was frowning now. "It will make you unpopular with a certain class.
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