Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1889-06-30

kidnapped by Phillip, Anderson Hstssl,
sold his farm on Tug river and purcbs.s5
another on Island creek, tributarv ~,
Guyan river, thus placing a steep and al
most impenetrable mountain between HI.
and his foes. Here his family and 4.
psndents followed him. After his h,r.
with the Phillips party Cap H,sI,
Joined his father and came back 10 ~
Tug river, only two months ago, IA, :.
wife. Pres. Smith, Caps father.iD.,-
also moved into the same neighborboo5
and there the remnants of the familv ~,
out a precarious and hunted existence "
ACROSS GUYAN RIDGE.
The correspondent Of the REGISTER q.
cended Mate Creek to the divide bstwse.
il and Pigeon, crossed over on 10 T.i's5
Greek by narrow trail, which wa ~
but impossible to the hardy moD1,,;-
horses, and came down to Anderson E,'
fields home. A friend, who was ac97si-.
ed with the family, acted as a guide an
his introduction was the open SESAME :.
the old farmers heart. And
Hatfield was sitting in the house y. -
rode mp and made us welcome. -,g'
children were playing aboa; The door ~
women were at work in the house ~.
was lying on a bench within few FEET n
Hstield's hands, and it was plain thai /.
was on he alert for men who might come
to take him prisoner.
A few gifts to the children opened The
hearts of all alike, and for the next isF
hours we enjoyed hearty mountain hop.
tally. The old man is over six fee. sg
but bent with age and trouble. Hishr
beard tinged with gray gives him a pan.
archal appearance, which vas enhaaca
by the awe and affection with which 4
seemed to regard him. The younger NJ
were in the fields, and after little psrs7i.
sion he talked freely. His story OF TIE
origin and incidents OF the
fflculty was substantially the same as
given above, but there was an evident De-
sire to shield his soDs, and put their &c
tions in the best light possible.
There was a tinge of sadness IN his y0iG
as he spoke of his old home, and describe.
his flight from it to his present abode, bat
he Strengthened up and his eyes flashed
when the detectives were mentioned
''Those men have no right to arrest me
or my sons" be said. land they shall
never DO it. I have committed no crime
The Governor has granted no requisitiol
papers, and they have 10 authority 10
touch us. They will do it at their peril
Hatfield then told Of the several alleged
detectives who had been n that section Of
the country, and laughed heartily as be
described how his sons had turned on
them, captured them and taken them to
Logan O. h.
THE HATFIELD FORT.
In the meanwhile dinner of smoking
bacon corn pone and milk was set upon
the table and all were invited TO set to and
help themselves. The repast was wei
come tribute to sppetites stimulated By
the keen air, and the party ate as only
can.
After the meal was disposed Of lsN
20 take us to the fort, whiCs
had built for protection against the dslss
tives who were stimulated 10 arrest him6l
offers of reward, and from there point ont
the shortest route to Logan c. H. He LED
the party back from the house
to narrow ravine, where the
hills seemed to come together
from abo and almost shat cut the light
of daY. At the head Of he hollow pro-
iecting emiDence commanded every means
OF approach. A compact log house stud
ded with loop holes STOOL On the extreme
point. Within a hundred yards OF 1t
voice ordered halt" Anse went forward,
spoke few words and beckon'd Us 70 APP
nroach. Two naou came Out VI the b"sh0s
and conducted the whole party 90 the Tort,
The little room contained a stock OF arms
and provisions. 4 barrel Of Hour and wa.
ter were in one corner, and powder ana
balls were opposite them, while a number
Of guns hung around the walls. Inc .ogs
were of solid hewn oak well put together
and every few feet loop holes at a con-
yenient height let in the light Of day.
The survey of the interior Was made
hastily, Anse explaining that his men dia
not like to reveal the location Of the place
o strangers and objected 10 an examina'
Ion. The door was closed and our guide
pointed out a route over the hills, which
cad to Logan G. H. As We passed over
he brow we looked back and saw the old
nan giving some instruction to his assis-
ants. A rife. barrel cleaned in the sun
light, 81 last reminder of the Hatfield
Mccoy feud.