The Mena weekly star., 1922-01-05
S|DEuCHTS ON YE
 OLD TOWN OF POTTER

Especial Correspondence to The Star.)
 Years ago, the report goes, some Tom Slaughter-like tough nut tried to break up a camp meeting at Old Potter. The crowd was under brush arbor just across the little branch from the w. P. (Doc.) Mcintosh place. The preacher was in big way. And this young Thomas, full of wildcat and pep, started to dash by on his horse, and just as he arrived near the crowd on the side where the scaffolding light burned brightest and was letting out big Comanche yell with the intention of soaring everybody, his horse broke thru some boards into an old well.
 And sure enough be broke the meeting up, for it took the crowd over an hour to get him and the horse out. The we'll was only or 10 feet deep, and both escaped serious damage.
 Twenty steps up the side of the hill where this arbor stood is a lone tombstone. 1t is in plain view of the road, but thousands of people have passed by without noticing it.
 On the tombstone are the words:
 James, the faithful husband of Nancy Quinten, born 1904, died 1863" I've omitted the months, as all this was related to me.
 So hearing that Jeff Lowthers, who lives in the Potter settlement, is a grandson of this same James Quinten, 1 made a special trip up there one day last week to get his version of things and other olden day happenings.
 wanted to see him anyway for had heard it said that he had made seven moves in his life, and at no time did he ever go so far but he con- tinued to use water out of the same old spring.
 l found Jeff, as everybody up there calls him, upon the hill north of his home, getting ready to help Rev. F. Cunningham kill some Poland China hogs. 1 asked him about the moving rumor, and if it was true.
 "Sure," he answered quickly, and without moving in his tracks he stood there and pointed out all the seven places where he had lived.
 One of the old log houses still stands in the front yard of Rev. Bro. Cunningham home and almost cuts him off from an east view of the pub lie road which runs from Old Potter near his house and intersects the Jeff ferson highway above those three iron bridges that are so close together There are no visible traces of the other houses he lived in, but none of them was over a hundred yards from some other.
 On learning of my desire to gather up some items of old days in this vi- cinity, Mir. Lowther begged off from the hog killing deal and we started for his home, down under the steep hill. Presently Jeff turned to the left and said:
 Here's the spring you asked about" We were right at it. It is a large hole-like place with moss all around and wooden steps leading right down into the water. And in order to feel the close impact of my trip drank some of the water. My, it is clear, cool and pure and I then realized why MT. Lowthers had never found courage to move very far from it. Near by is ledge of soft black rocks indicating oil possibilities.
 We found Mrs. Lowthers sitting by the fire sewing and patching. The room was large, brown papered and over her head ticked great big old time clock, with calendar attach ments. Its tick was slow and sooth- ing and the long calendar hand point ed with human accuracy to the fig ures 28-28th of December. The clock cost $40 and is 40 years old.
 We talked about old times. And I found was near two other olden time settled places, that of Henry Keener, who died in 1916 at the age of 94, and Uncle Mathy Brunson, who died last year at the Lowther home, at the age of 93.
 Mrs. Lowthers is a daughter of Uncle Mathy Brunson. Her mother is still living with her but is on a visit out in Oklahoma with two other daughters, Mrs. Joe Smith and Mrs. J. A. Cobb. J. A. Lowthers, JeRs father, came here from Indiana in the 4G's.
 MT. Lowthers is hard of hearing. "and in order to show you the things I'm to tell you about" he said, "I'll hitch up my ponies to the hack and we'll drive around a little"
 While hitching up MT. Lowthers made apologies for the way his place looked-some repairs are needed. But people will overlook me-" he said, for 1 haven't been living here long, only fifty years, and have not had time to fix it up."
 1 didn't know how to take this. But when saw him smile and watched twinkling in his friendly blue eyes I knew the kind of man I was dealing with, and then felt at home. He is free from all tricks and shams of af- fectation.
 We visited Old Potter and saw the run down place where Lee Cole of Grannis got his start in the mercantile business. At the foot of the hill 200 yards east of the w. P. (Doc) Me lntosh place, MT. Lowthers stopped his team.
 We were at the spot where the boy and horse had fallen into the we'll. MT, Lowthers said it was a fact that this happened
 We climbed the hill to the grave where the tombstone was reported to be. And there it was, and lettered as had been reported.
 We sat down and MT. Lowthers told