BIRDS OF ALLEGHANY CO. REDWING BLACKBIRD TRAITS (By Claude J. Smith.) While walking along through ex tensive meadows along the edge of creeks, we are sure to see this bird, perched on a cat-tail or low bush, or often flying with slow wing-beats overhead. One male is said to have several mates, therefore one will see very few males. This bird comes to our wet meadows as early as Febru ary, and leaves in August. In the late summer months after nesting duties are over, this bird is seen in large flocks, mostly composed of young males, and females. It nests in colonies, usually over running water, but sometimes in trees near streams. I have found nests in an apple tree in an orchard. The nest is usually placed at low elevations in bushes; although it is reported to build on the ground in swamps. I have never seen a nest there. The nest is made of woven grasses and rushes, and some mud, and is securely fastened to its support. From 3 to 5 eggs are laid. The color of these eggs is bluish white, curiously scrowled with black. I have seen eggs in the same nest with a variety of markings. The male has a liquid flute-like song, and also a harsh call note. Near my home is a large meadow where these birds nest, and I have a good chance to observe them. They are said to be destruc tive, in some localities, but I believe they do more good than harm in my locality. It is a pleasant sight in the spring to see the males of this species with the jet-black plumage and red spots on their wings, which are lack in gin the female. FURCHES NEWS Mr. Melvin Mabe and family spent the week-end at Wiley and Heonly Mabe’s. Mr. Earl Delp made a business trip to Sparta Saturday. Mr. and Mrs. Otto Pruitt and Mil lard Petty, of Hickory, are spending a few days with home folks. Mrs. Floyd Roupe is reported some better at this writing. Miss Lucile Crouse spent a few days last week with her cousin, Mrs. Lula Landreth. Mr. John Tucker, our rural mail carrier, is reported to be better. Mr. and Mrs. Richard Moxley and daughter spent the week-end at Rev. C. Jones’. Several from here attended preach ing and decoration services at New Hope Sunday. Regular meeting time at Prathers Creek Saturday and Sunday. Mrs. Ellen Mabe visited at Andy Mabe’s last week. (Crowded Out Last Week.) Mr. and Mrs. Clark Sheets visited Mr. and Mrs. Fred Rose Sunday af ternoon. Mr. Ted Tucker visited Mr. John Tucker Sunday. Mr. R. Richardson visited Mr.Floyd Roup Sunday. Mr. Booker Plumer, of W. Va., is spending a few days with his mother, Mrs. Larie Plumer. Mr. Clifford Cox left Wednesday morning for West Virginia. Messrs. Willie Church, Victor Jones and Cleone Rose left for Maryland last Wednesday morning. Mr. and Mrs. Delmar Jones visited Mr. and Mrs. George Shepherd during the week-end. Mr. Lloyd Richardson visited Mr. John M. Tucker Saturday afternoon. We are glad that Mr. John M. Tuc ker is improving. Furches and Pine Forks had a very interesting ball game Sunday afternoon. The score was 11 to 21 in favor of Furches. Mr. and Mrs. Millard Mabe, Mrs. Ella Mabe, Miss Cessie Mabe, and Mr. Charlie Mabe visited Mr. and Mrs. Dan Hill Saturday night. Rev. Everette Thompson will preach at Cranberry church Sunday, Sept. 3 at 11 o’clock. Mr. and Mrs. Fred Rose attended the district meeting-at Peak Creek Saturday. The members are preparing to cov er Belview chtirch this week. PINEY CREEK NEWS Thos entering school at Boone last week from Piney Creek were: Misses Aileen Perry, Edna Warden, and Kathleen Anderson. Relatives from West Virginia of Mr. and Mrs. J. M. Riggins visited them over the week-end. The little daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Key was taken to the North Wilkesboro hospital last week with ear trouble. Rev. and rs. Perry, who have been visiting Mr. and Mrs. T. W. Landreth expect to return to their home at j Wingate, N. C., the last of the week. Mr. Mack F. Parsons has returned home to spend the winter where he will assume a position as teacher in the Piney Creek High School. Mr. and Mrs. Conley Halsey, of Roanoke, Va., spent a few days last week with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. John H. Halsey. Piney Creek is expecting all the Leaguers on the charge to meet with them for a get-together program Sunday night. The annual Memorial Service will be observed here Sunday, September 10th, at 11:00 o’clock. The boys and girls of the adult Sunday School class met at the M. E. Church last Tuesday afternoon and did a considerable amount of work, such as building steps, cleaning the church, and beautifying the lawn. Mr. Cole Parsons of North Fork, W. Va., is spending some time with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Par sons. Mr. and Mrs. Letcher Stump spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. L. C. Cau dill. Master Rodney Busic had his ton sils rmoved at the clinic at Roaring Gap Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. Denver Sturgill 3pent Monday night with Mr. and Mrs. Fred Sturgill. Mr. and Mrs. Hix Hash, Mrs. Nich los Fowler and son of Pennsylvania, are spending some time with relatives and friends. Coxs Chapel News The Epworth League was well re prsented at the Union Meeting at Sparta and won the pennant for lar gest attndance based on miles tra veled. There wre thirty-eight Leagu ers presnt and several others from our church. Mr. and Mrs. R. M. Cox and daugh ter, Evelyn Joyce, of Independence, were visiting Mr. and Mrs. Hoyt Cox Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. Dent Joines and son, Dean, and Mrs. Stella McGrady of Edwards Cross Roads, were visiting Mrs. Jincy I. Osborne recently. Misses Marilen, Edith and Juanita i Osborne of Independence, wer week-! end guests of their grandmother, Mrs. Jincy I. Osborne. Mr. Burton Osborne spent several days with Mr. and Mrs. S. A. Gam bill last week. Mrs. Jincy I. Osborne called to see Mrs. Howard Kennedy Saturday. Mr. and Mrs. Burton Osborne were guests of Mr. and Mrs. Clinton Young Saturday night. Mrs. Ben H. Phipps and daughter, Anita June, of Bridle Creek, have been visiting relatives in this com munity for several days. Misses Ethel Ward and Sylvia Phipps spent Wednesday at the home of Preston Osborne. Mrs. Bob Walls and Mrs. Burton Osborne spent Tuesday afternoon at the home of Preston Osborne. Mrs. Will Hackler of Rural Re treat, Va., and son, Garnold, of New man Grove, Neb., have been visiting Mr. and Mrs. E. P. Osborne for a few days. Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Hackler of Rural Retreat, Va., were visiting Mr. and Mrs. Troy Cox Wednesday. Mrs. W. C. Dutton and daughter, ! Ruth Clark, of Monroe, N. C., is vi- j siting her parents, Mr. and Mrs. T. C. Black. Mrs. DeEtte Halsey, Mrs. T. C Black, Mrs. W. C. Dutton and daugh ter, Ruth Clark, Miss Martha Ray Howard and Mrs. E. P. Osborne were visiting Mrs. Troy Cox Tuesday after noon. Mr. Joe B. Cox who has been at tending the Radford State Teachers College, returned home Friday. Mrs. DeEtte Halsey and Mr. Elza Cox went to Radford and carried him home. Mr. Z. F. Ward and Mr. Preston Osborne were dinner guests at Mrs. Jincy I. Osborne Sunday. Mr. Claude Ward called that af ternoon. Mr. and Mrs. Preston Phipps and family and Mr. and Mrs. Loy Phipps of Independence, were visiting rela tivs of this community Sunday. Mrs. DeEtte Halsey and children and Mr. Joe B. Cox were dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs. T. C.Black Sunday. Miss Amma Cox spent aSturday night with Mr. and Mrs. Allen Os borne. ; i ' l £> 1933, Liggett & Myers Tobacco Co. Jehrey’s Hell, by shasta sprewald Mountains are profound mysteries —changeless and yet ever changing. By day they are peaceful and invit ing, ever luring the traveler on and on to penetrate the blue haze that surrounds their bosom; ever luring but not revealing their hidden se crets. By night their whole char acter changes; they rise up in inky blackness and stand silent and for bidding and yet ever haunting. Their very silence and air of mys tery is a clarion call to the adven turous spirit, and ever the adventur er strives to make the mountains give up their secrets. But for ages and ages past many secrets have been the mountains,and for many cen turies to come these mysteries and untold tales will be a part of the appeal of the mountains, will be a call to the adventurous spirit. Many are the tales, strange stories of feuds, cf love, of revenge, held with in the mountain fastnesses, and these are a part of the secrets of the moun tains. But few of these stories ever reach the outside world, for the mountains guard their secrets jeal ously, and it is only by persistent effort that they can be induced to give up the details of these secrets. Such a secret is the story of Jef frey’s Hell. Twenty miles from Tellico Plains, back in the Great Smoky Mountains, is a town known as Jeffrey’s Hell. The place can hardly be called a town, for in reality it is only a lum ber camp. The company’s big, gen eral store, which includes the post office, the home of the superintend ent, and numerous smalls houses for the lumberjacks, huddled in the im mediate vicinity, constitute the town. The town is not a perma nent thing, and as soon as the logs have been cut, the place will proba bly be abandoned and in a few years will have returned to its original primitive state, the home of bears, wildcats, Russian hogs and other wild animals. The town gets its name from a large stretch of coun try in that immediate vicinity known as Jeffrey’s Hell. This territory comprises miles and miles of rough mountain slopes covered with laurel or rhododendron bushes that make the place a veritable jungle, almost impenetrable. In fact, the only way to get into it is by crawling on hands and knees, and then one is taking great chances for there are numerous rattlenakes, to say noth ing of wildcats. Years ago, before the solitude of the mountains was broken by the lumbermen, there lived on the edge of this jungle an old bear hunter whose name was Samuel Jeffrey, but who was known by the more famil iar name, Grizzly Sam. Grizzly Sam was a bachelor, and he lived what most folks thought was a lonely life. But the old man seemed to be con tented and happy in his simply but rather adventurous way of living. Above all else in the world the old man’s beautiful pack of bear dogs was his greatest treasure and de light, and he loved them more than his own soul. He treated th6m bet ter than He did himself, and days when he was not on a hunt, he spent with his dogs, caressing them and counting the scars of some vet eran of the hunt and chuckling over memories of past hunts. The old man avoided people and went to town only when it was necessary to change a few skins for groceries. Grizzly Sam’s only neighbors were the Fultons, who lived four miles back in a more accessible country. The Fultons rarely ever saw the old bear hunter, but occasionally one of the Fulton boys would walk over to spend the night with the old man and listen to his accounts of bear hunts and other adventures. One fall morning while out shoot ing squirrels a mile back of his cabin, (jnzzly bam came upon one of the largest bear tracks he had ever seen. Evidently the bear had been feeding in that vicinity during the night, for the tracks were fresh. Eagerly, almost in a frenzy of sub dued excitement, the old man hur ried back to his cabin for the dogs. After getting a fresh supply of am munition, the old man released the dogs and hurried back to the bear trail. The dogs took up the trail immediately, the old man following in their wake. For an hour or more the dogs followed the meanderings of a small stream, and Grizzly Sam, taking short-cuts, by following the ridge, kept in hearing distance. Gradually the dogs swung around in a southwesterly direction, and the old man gruntde with satisfac tion : "Sho's you born, th’ old bar’s headed fur La’rel Mountain. I lowed as how he niout be workin' round to them caves over thar, ’cause hit’s mity nigh time bars quirled up somewhars fur their winter sleep, j Trail’s .giftin' hotter. Dadgum ’f we! dos’t have some fun ’fore night.” So concluding his monologue, the old man chuckled softly to himself. However, Grizzly Sam was mis taken in his surmises. About noon the bear turned due north and went within two miles of the cabin. The old man was puzzled, but he stoic ally kept up his march, and at no time was the baying of the pack lost to his keen ears. Ever so gradually the trail swung east, and as the shadov/s began to lengthen in the valleys, the bear headed straight for the rhododendron jungles near the North Carolina-Tennessee line. The way became rougher, and once or twice the dogs got out of hearing, but instinctively the old man kept in the right direction. Finally the laurel became so thick that progress was impossible; so Grizzly Sam stopped, perplexed, ahd engaged in one of his frequent mon ologues: “Now if that aint the dad gum’ dest bar. He must be a sho’ nuff devil. Never knowed one to go in that 'ar la’rel befo’. Reckon I mout as well mosey on back to’ards home. Dogs’ll come in by m’ by. Sho is quare. Never knowed one to do it befo’. Reckon m’ dogs be in befo’ mornin’.” And in the twilight the old man made his way home, muttering and very much puzzled by this unusual course of the bear. That night old man’s slumber was would trail off into incoherent mut terings. Long before the sun came up over the eastern peaks, the old man was up and busy with chores around the cabin. The dogs had not come home yet. The wrinkles of perplexity in the old man’s forehead had deepen ed considerably. Truly some devil had lured his dogs into the jungle of rhododendron, for in all of his adventurous life Grizzly Sam had never known a bear to enter that trackless wilderness of laurel. All day the old man walked about as one in a daze, his perplexity in creasing with the passing hours. Occasionally he would enter the for est and whistle or halloa for the dogs, but the forest swallowed up the sound of his voice. Never came there an answering bark from his beloved dogs. j Late in the afternoon when Rob Fulton came over, the old man was still walking about the cabin and muttering to himself. He scarcely noticed Rob but continued to call the names of his dogs softly to him self. Rob had never seen the old man act so queerly, and he thought that surely Grizzly Sam’s mind must be wandering. Finally Rob learned the whole story of the hunt of the day before, down to the minutest details. Once during the narrative the old man stopped and listened intently, but no sound, save that of the birds, came from the forest. The valleys were full of shadows when the old man set out for the laurel to look for his dogs. Rob followed to the edge of the jungle where they both stopped. The old man called pleadingly and then lis tened intently, but only the rever berating echoes came back to mock his misery. Again and again he called, ut only the echoes came back from the hills. All was silence in the laurel. Then without a word the old man set out through the laurel, and Rob divined his purpose. In vain he pleaded with Grizzly Sam not to enter the jungle, but the old man was determined. "Dadgum’d if I aint a gwine arter mv dogs or go to hell a tryin’,,, he said as he disappeared in the gloom of the thicket. That was the last that has ever been seen of Grizzly Sam Jeffrcnj Rob waited till after dark, hoping' the old man would return. time he thought he heard far dot in the laurel the old man hollow dogs, and he listened intently’ the sound again, but all was his for silence. For days searched the several mountaineers edges of the jungle, but no man was courageous enough to venture far into its labyrinthine ways. Finally all hope of the old man’s ever returning was given up. The story was told and retold and discussed, but no one knows the fate of Grizzly Sam Jeffrey. Whether he ever found his dogs is a secret that the mountains will not give up. Because of the last words uttered by the old man as he entered the rhododendron, that stretch of bad country was soon termed "Jeffrey’s Hell.” -« FOR SALE—Abruzzi Seed Rye. See Bert L. Holloway, Sparta, N. C. 2t-Sep. 7-pd. 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Depot SALE EVERY TUESDAY, AT 1:00 P. M. We will have a weekly market for all classes of livestock, cat tle, lambs, veal, calve:; and hog:-;. We have new stock pehs, latest Fairbanks scales, and have plenty of room under shed to handle all classes of live stock. All stock must be in Pens before noon on the sale day in order that it may be weighed, graded and got ready for sale. Bring in your stock we will have buyers for it All stock sold at auction. For further information phone 44 or call and see us. We sell everything Tuesday. WYTHEVILLE LIVE STOCK MARKET, Inc. 1- S. Hamilton, President * PHONE 44.

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