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2 - May 17, 2018 Your Hometown Newspaper News Outlook The opinion page does not reflect the views of the KyNewsGroup. ,e Heaven Is A Lot Like By Charles Mattox "The women, the fimt year we came out (1779 Strode's Station,) would follow their cows to see what they ate, that they might know what greens to get." W'dliam Clinkenbeard, Draper Manuscripts vol- ume 12 CC On the 4th of SepL 1783 I started to Kentucky in com- pany with Charles Morgan, Thomas Brown and all to- gether four families. We left the boat early on the 7th of October to move 20 homes overland and didn't see the boat again We arrived at Bryant's Station on the 28th of October, 1783. W'tlliam Sudduth, Draper Manuscripts volume 12 CC 7arrived home in Virgin- ia at my father's on July 10, 1784 having been gone from home to Kentucky about ten socked into the ground up to wood's companion who months. In the fimt week of the handle where he flung it had perished at the hands November we started for so hard. He turned and got of Shawnee warriors near Kentucky with the family back about 150yards where The Beaver Pond, now We arrived at Hoods sta- " they shot his mare and she called Wade's Pond (pres- tion April 5, 1785 making fell. He got to his feet and ent-day Salt Lick, Bath it j ve months from the time ran a little piece where a County, Kentucky). we commenced our journey to Kentucky. We still had a house to build and ground to clear to raise corn. From the first day of April to the end of the year I killed 60 buffalo b ides all the deer, bear, elk "FffM turkeys. The Indians gave us no interruptions this Year (1785). We believe they did not happen to find us out (at Hood's Station), as we were in the midst era strong cane-break and the hunting trace from Strode's Station passed about a mile and a half below us. William Sudduth, Draper Manuscripts volume 12 CC page 81. "On the second day of March, 1790, Indians killed my brother John Wade near the Beaver Pond. The trail to the Beaver Pond went between to large white oak tress that had fallen in oppo- site directions. The Indians, from what we could judge, had hidden behind these and sprang upon him as he passed along and caught at the reigns of his bridle. He had a desperate contest with them it would appear, for his omahawk was found bullet struck him in the back of his head." James Wade, on the death of his brother, who helped settle Ralph Mor- gan's Station, along Slate Creek. Draper Manuscripts volume 12CC Winter 1791/1792 He was very cold. 26-year-old William Sud- duth sat crossed-legged beneath his Indian blanket. He'd dug a small hole in the ground as dusk fell and built a decent fire, enough to make good coals. Then he'd covered the fire with the dirt and left a small hole in the center and sat crossed-legged over top of the small hole. The heat from that hole, coupled with his body heat beneath the large blanket would ensure he would not freeze to death. He'd left the area around Hood's Station to hunt and be alone for a bit. He was not hunting game. He was hunting Shawnee warriors. He was missing his dear friend John Wade. His best William was seeking scalps and was still bitter over the loss of Wade, the most fearless man he had met since coming to the Kentucky frontier. He'd sought revenge be- fore along the frontier, af- ter the Shawnee killed his brother, Ezekiel, at Hoods Station back in 88. He heard the nearby hoot of an owl and slowly peered from beneath the blanket. The snow-covered landscape looked surreal beneath the full moon. He determined after a while that it had indeed been an owl and not a sig- nal from one Shawnee war- rior to another as he had heard often in the past. John Wade had occasion- ally used himself as bait and he thought perhaps that was what he was do- ing this dreary and frozen night. He had been lucky in his encounters with the Indi- ans and so too for a time had Wade. He remembered once how Wade had been hunt- hag and rode directly into the middle of a Shawnee camp before he had seen a single warrior. The move had so surprised the war- riors that none of them act- ed until Wade was in their very midst. And then they began firing their guns at point blank range at the unfortu- nate frontiersman. They shot his saddle horn twice, blew one stir- rup off, shot the bridle into and riddled his hunt- ing shirt with over a dozen bullet holes, they'd shot his hat off and even blew away his scabbard with several shots, and they shot the tip of his knife off with an- other. Butmiraculously John Wade and his horse had ridden away from that Shawnee camp without so much as a scratch. But other times, like when he was wounded three times in one day, near Ralph Morgan's Sta- tion, he had been less for- tunate. And months later while he still healed from those wounds the Shawnee chased him so closely after killing his horse that he ran until bone fragments became dislodged from his hip and fell from his body. Still that had not killed him. But the Shawnee had a long memory and they were a patient lot; and they eventually found wade alone in their midst back at the Beaver Pond and killed him after a desperatd struggle. And William Suddutll had vowed revenge; had taken revenge too but not enough. Not nearly, enough. In the morning' he would return to Ralph J Morgan'S Station and visit James Wade, John's younger brother. He would also visit his dear friend and fNlow spy, Harry Martin. He chewed on a piece of deer jerky and stretched his shoulders until his neck popped. He let out a heavy sigh. How many nights had he and John Wade spent alone in the woods togeth- er, watching each other's back, protecting one an- other against overwhelm- hag odds. Sleep would not come t6 him this night. That was okay, he thought. There would be plenty of time t6 sleep in the grave. He flexed his toes to make sure frost-bite had not set in. They were numb but he could still move them. He took another bite of deer jerky and peered once more from beneath the snow covered Indian blanket. He was very cold. By Cecil Lawson i i i :;; ":: -- k : -- : * In'just under a week local voters will have the chance to head to the polls for the 2018 primary election, which will set the stage in many races for important showdowns in the general election in November. It's been a very interesting year for electoral politics, at local, state, and national lev- el, in which numerous seats are up for grabs, and incmn- bents of all parties are being challenged. What interests me most is not which political party will come out on top in the end, but the very spirit of change that's keen in the air for the last few years. For a long-range observer like myself, we are in the midst of a sea change in our electoral landscape. More people are registered to vote at this point in Ameri- can history than any other lime; most if not all voters have free access to facts and information about can- didates, the economy, and anything else they feel they might need to know; and the rise of social media in the last decade has changed the way we all communicate with one another, including our political candidates and elected leaders. And yet for all that, a good number of voters, and un- registered voting age peo- ple, do not participate. In the last Kentucky Gov- ernor's race in 2015, there was just over 30 percent vot- er turnout; during the 2016 Presidential race, just over 50 percent nationwide. These are not new num- bers I've shared with you. More'than that, I think they are pretty good indi- cators of where we are as a community and as a coun- try. I've been asked many, many times during this elec- tion - have you been hear- ing anything? Truth be told, that is ex- actly all I've been hearing, that same question. rye not heard anything of much substance since the Jan. 31 filing deadline for candidates. I don't hear much enthusi- asm for any particular candi- date on the ballot next Tues- day, or even much animosity toward any candidate some- one doesn't want to see win. Once again, we are faced with the great, vast silent majority which seems to loom over every election and every governmental de- cision. There is no persuasion, no appeal, no anything that seems to reach out to this massive block of people, to move them to participate even at the simple act of vot- ing. This also ties in with sev- eral other ongoing conver- sations I've been having with folks out in the com- munity, all of which point, at least to me, to a single observation - that people are mostly disengaged from public life, period. Few, if any people show B~ Cell: 859-588-6906 Fax: 859-234-3220 Email: allisonsconcrete~hotmail.com up at local government meetings. Some suggest having the meetings at dif- ferent times of the day, such as later in the evening, when "working people" would be able to attend. I've attended meetings of all kinds for the Kentucky i News Group in, ffoutdiffer- ent counties over the last seven years, and I can say with certainty that it doesn't matter what time you have a fiscal court or city council meeting - morning, after- noon, Or evening - hardly anyone will attend. And it's often been my experience that a good number of otherwise intel- ligent, and even highly edu- cated, people, sLmple don't pay any attention to local or state government, until it hits them directly in the pocketbook, as during this last Kentucky General As- sembly. I will occasionally have people to call my office and ask me what happened at the last such-and-such meet- ing, that they had heard a rumor. I try to patiently answer their questions, de- spite the fact that I usually D out even taking the time to understand what it is they are even saying. When people forfeit their votes and allow others to decide the outcome of elec- tions, they continue to insist on their right to criticize and complain. They have m:ote,ahg.ut,=it tho;pre ious becomo. maate, rs of ht0.v ag- week in,the qaewspaper. It do, can'.t: get much more fruslrafl ig than that, folks. The same goes with any effort, however large or small, to improve the quality of life in the region. People don't seem to know what they want, and while they sometimes know what they don't want, often they don't even know that. Mostly what they have is a knee- jerk reaction to any change at all. Too often lately I've heard, "We can't do that," or ''We don't need that," with- Catfish, Reg. & Hyb. Bluegill, Redear, Grass Carp, Bass, Minnows, & Koi. WE WILL BE AT: Southern States Owingsville Service Owingsville, KY Wed. May 23rd, 3:30-4:30 p.m. ANDRY'S FISH FARM Birdseye, IN 1-812-389-2448 hag and blustering; and they are not interested in trader- standing the opinions of oth- ers, and the cold, hard facts of reality. If I've painted a bad pic- ture of the current elector- ate, it's because I'm trying to show you what I see there. No doubt I'm wrong about a great number of things here, and I've cer- tainly generdmed to the point of making no sense at all. But I don't think I'm entirely wrong here, either. Society has changed a great deal in my lifetime, in many ways for the bet- ter, but in the ways I have described in this week's column, sometimes for the worst. One of the great freedoms we share in this country is the ability to opt out and not participate and trust what is given to us at election time, No one should be held at gun point and be made to vote, but there is certainly a lack of shame now in not participating. In then" own various ways people have d thg 1960s. drug culture saying, "tune in, turn qn, d drop out." These days it's with a smart phone, headphones, and straight pipes on a V-8 diesel engine. The public space, the commonwealth - common wealth - has become an ob- ject to be ignored and even disparaged as an intrusion on a nearly mindless con- sumer lifestyle that so many embrace. With voter turnouts hera ering at 50 percent or lower; participating in democracy becomes an evil to be ew dured, and thus perhaps paving the way, one day, for someone to come along and relieve them of the burder of democracy. We are not so far away from that. Prove me wrong. to Dylan Ferrell and Gabe Crabtree at your upcoming National Bass Fishing Tournament in Florence, Alabama on June 26th-30th. and Gabe are members of the Bath County High School Bass Fishing Team. Dylan is the son of Patrick and Christy Ferrell of Olympia. Gabe is the son of Crystal and Daniel Roberson of Owingsville and Lawrence Crabtree of Powell