The morning news., 1888-12-29
CRAIG ToLLIvERs NEPHEW.
Only Boy, but Likely to Sustain His
Uncle's Reputation for Killing.
From the Louisville Post.

OnCles Reputation Tor Killing.
From the Louisville Post.
The dispatches to the morning papers
bring the intelligence that young Cal Tolli-
yer has killed man in Elliott county. Cal
is a nephew of the late Judge Tolliver of
Rowan. rest his soul. He is mere boy,
scarcely yet rounded 49, In yesterdays
embodiment the young brave feshed his
maiden tomahawk. Though he has plotted
in the dark councils of the immortal Craig,
and fought like the devil in the battle
that resulted in that hero's death, he had
never before she'd blood. 1t is surprising
that he murdered his man in such butch
er's fashion as he did. He chopped him
over the sconce with a common wood ak,
and let his spirit out through the holes the
flying skullchips made There isn't a
blacksmith in all the mountains but could
have done better job. One would suppose
that, bred up in the traditions Of the Tolli-
vers as he has been, and versed in the dark
rubric of the family's lawless faith, Cal
would at least have shot his victim. His
bungling deed is enough to make the artistic
Craig turn in his grave.
have the honor of a personal acquaint-
ance with Cal Tolliver. When L last saw
him he was 16 years DID, and small for his
age. His face was round and ruddy, and
as bright and happy-looking as any other
boys. His hair is dark, but his eyes are
blue. The youngster was as quick in his
motions as a catamount, and had the long,
swinging, easy stride that one notices in a
tiger in the menageries There was never
a sign of weapon on him. He carried
3S-caliber revolver in the front pocket of his
pants, and generally had his hand upon it,
Once asked him for some memento and he
gave me a cartridge from his pistol The
lead of the cartridge had cross cut in its
IL NAk ItnAx Axxr,n vhxr
the young cutthroat should thus mark his
bullets with 80 sacred figure, asked what
it meant ga ball cut that way won't go
round a bone" he answered coolly and
naturally. His reply was good COM
mentary on the Rowan vendetta 1t meant
that when q feudsman shot he shot for
blood.
! nave often seen Cal playing about the
depot at Morehead with a crowd OF the
towns ragamuffins. He spun tops and
played marbles and pitched nickels like the
other boys. In these advertisements he
looked like anything but fighter. Boone
Logan once told me that Cal, with all his
boyish locks and ways, was the most des-
perate man in the Tolliver faction. He was
in the posse that murdered the two Logans,
cousins Of Boone He fought in the battle
that Craig was killed In. Instead OF max
ing dash for the brush, like the other men
Of his side, he stole under a meat-house
and lay there till dusk. and then slipped
away to the woods. 1t is safe to say
he will never be tried for his recent muir
der. What few people in Elliott county
who are not his relations are his friends
and clansmen tried and true. Elliott
county is the eyrie of the Toliver vultures.
Among its deep woods and hills they
preened their wings for their swoop on
Morehead. In these days of their. fallen
fortunes they live there. They live on
snug farms and eat Of the fat OF the land.
Their homes are typical mountain homes
Their latch string hangs ON the outside.
There is abundance of good cheer within;
old-fashioned fire places with roaring wood
fires to smoke pipe by, and plenty OF
moonshine liquor to drink. There the Iol-
livers are not feared. but loved. In those
hills they can muster a thousand armed
men at DAYS notice.