|Chappells and Upper Newberry |
'Annals of Newberry' by John A. Chapman, A.M.
pages 542 - 545
About the year 1756 the Chappells came into the upper part of Newberry and settled on the north side of Saluda, while the Culbreaths, who came with them, or about the same time, crossed the river and settled on the south side. It is said that the Chappells were also Scotch, or of Scotch descent; but from the name I would rather suppose them to be French.
In my younger days I was well acquainted with Mr. John Chappell, grandfather of John Henry and John W., who bare both made their homes at Newberry for a number of years.
Mr. Chappell owned the ferry on Saluda known as Chappell’s Ferry. I think it has been Chappell’s Ferry ever since it was established as a ferry by any name. Mr. Chappell carried on mercantile business for many years and made money, and became quite wealthy. Tho ferry itself was worth considerable in those days. Hamburg was a great place of trade, and Chappell’s Ferry was on one of the great leading highways from Laurens and the up country to that cotton market, which was for a great many years one of the best in the State.
Old Mr. John Chappell had one brother only, and be was killed by Cunningham in his celebrated raid of 1781; and the ferry was kept during the Revolutionary war by John Chappell’s mother, she herself acting as ferryman.
Efforts have been made to make Chappell’s Depot, on the G. & C. R. R., a place of business, but with only moderate success. There are some stores there and considerable business is done. On the 19th of February, 1884, the great cyclone or tornado struck it and swept the whole concern away. Some persons were killed and others very seriously injured. Mr. Wash Boazman was very badly broken up and it was many weeks before he was able to walk at all; and at this time, 1892, though eight years have passed since the storm, he is still unable to walk without the assistance of a crutch.
Leaving the river and passing out from Chappells a few miles brings us to the place once owned and occupied by Mr. Foster Wells, one of the old settled places before the days of the Revolution. Further on we come to Vaughanville, where
lived, when this writer first knew the place, Drury Vaughan, who was then an old gentleman and was quite wealthy. From him my old friend and schoolmate, Drury V. Scurry, got his name—Drury Vaughan Scurry. He died several years ago, and his son-in-law, Mr. Joseph G. Jenkins, now lives at the old homestead, and in addition to his farm conducts a mercantile business. Spring Grove Meeting House was not far away and above Vaughanville, but that, I believe, is in Laurens County. It was through this country that General Greene, in his retreat from Ninety-Six, passed, crossing at the Island Ford. It was at Williams’ Fort on Mudlick that Cunningham was stationed, and from which he hastily decamped when he heard of the defeat and rout of the tories at Stoney Batter by Colonel Washington. All that upper part of Newberry adjoining Laurens was near the home of the Cunninghams and Williams - one taking the tory and the other the whig side. Not far from the upper Newberry line was Hayes’ Station, the scene of Bloody Bill’s most bloody triumphs. Since those old bloody days no hostile foot has ever tramped upon Mudlick, or Little River, or any other of the streams that flow downwards to the sea, giving fertility to the soil. Though no hostile armies have ever marched through there, yet, in the late unpleasantness from 1861 to 1865, many gallant men turned out from that section of country and gave their lives for the Confederate cause. Their names are all recorded elsewhere in this book and need not be repeated here.
I used to know an old gentleman, and a very worthy man he was, who lived near the Laurens line, named Ephraim Andrews. I had the pleasure of passing one night at his house many years ago when I was young. He was then old, or seemed so to me, had married a second wife and had several children, merry little fellows, running and playing about whom he threatened dreadfully, but whom he never hit, though he had a switch in his hand the whole time. He was a good man and they were good boys and understood each other.
Moon’s Meeting House, mentioned in the notice of Rev. William Harmon, is not far, or was not far, from Chappells. When this writer first knew that country that house was standing and was used as a place of worship. In fact I think I once attended divine service in that house. By the way, writing of Moon’s Meeting House makes me think of it. It is said that a house --a dwelling house—not far away is haunted, and-has been haunted, by something uncanny for a great many years; whether ghosts or spirits of the departed, or what, this deponent saith not. I have heard of other houses Ia the same fix. In fact I went to see and investigate a house in Edgefield County once, hut I made nothing by it, though the ghost was about.
John Hopkins Williams and the Rudds lived not far from Chappells and were all men of wealth. Indeed all I he upper part of the county from the Saluda to the Rich Hill place, lately owned by Mr. F. H. Dominick, was once in the early days of the county and until the war of Secession one of the fairest. richest and loveliest Parts of the county, or of the State, or of the world.
Chappell’s Ferry is now owned by Mr. William R. Smith, son of an old acquaintance and schoolmate of this historian, at the celebrated school at Mount Enon in Edgefield County. It was Mr. Smith’s mother who was there, not his father.
knew his father also, but after his marriage. Miss Cornelia, Boazman, now Mrs. Irwin, was a lovely and intelligent girl, amiable and good; and was horn and reared near Chappell’s Ferry. Her brother, John B. Boazman, it has been told to me, was one of the best men in Newberry County. Their mother was a Scurry.
I have recently been informed, and the information is authentic, that Mr. Smith, the owner of Chappell’s Ferry, has given it with all its rights and hereditaments as his contribution towards the erection of a free bridge at Chappells over the river.
In the neighborhood of Chappells once lived Mr. William Watkins, John Watkins, Dr. J. O. Dickert and Andrew Lee Lark, all good and true men. Mr. George T. Reid, merchant at the Depot, now owns a great deal of land in that section
—-several thousand acres—amongst others land once owned by Mr. Lark and that of Capt James N, Lipscomb.
Like the changes in a dream we come and go. We lie down to sleep, but the work goes on forever, forever, forever, forever.
By reference to the first part of this work—pages 150—5 it will be seen that this place, one of considerable importance in the county for many years, derived its name from Colonel Benjamin Maybin, son of William Maybin, who settled there soon after the year 1771. Col. Benjamin Maybin was born in 1773. William Maybin, the settler of 1771, left three sons, Robert, Jesse and Benjamin—the Col. Benjamin from whom Maybinton derives its name. Jesse, the father of A. O. Maybin, served on the staff of General Jackson at the battle of New Orleans.
Maybinton for many years was a lovely little village, where refined and intelligent people made their homes, and which was surrounded by a fruitful and well cultivated country. Being the centre of a rich and flourishing section, with good schools, and somewhat remote from the County Seat, it became the Capital to the surrounding country, and often public meetings were held there to take into consideration important affairs, such as pertained to the State at large. P. C. Caldwell received his nomination for Congress by a convention held there in 1840.
The writer did not know Col. Benjamin Maybin, so enthusiastically mentioned and written of by Judge O’Neall; but for many years he knew and honored A. O. Maybia—son of Jesse and grandson of Colonel Benjamin - commonly known as “Bert,” as a man of sterling integrity and worth. Bert. Maybin was born and reared at Maybinton, where he lived until after the war of Secession, when he moved to Newberry and engaged in mercantile business with Col. Robert Moorman until the death of Colonel Moorman caused a cessation of the business. At the time of Mr. Maybin’s death, and for some time before, be was engaged in superintending and conducting a Dairy Farm at Newberry, now owned and managed by ‘Silas J. McCaughrin.
The situation of Maybinton was one well adapted to make it a place of great local importance—on Broad River between the Enoree and Tyger. By way of Broad River, which was navigable for flat boats, the inhabitants could send, and did send, large quantities of cotton and other produce to the markets below. I have seen such boats on the bosom of Broad River. A flat boat loaded with cotton moving down the river would be a rare and novel sight now, with a train of rail cars speeding up or down on the north bank.
Since O’Neall wrote his Annals, and especially since the war, great changes have taken place at Maybinton, as in other parts of the county. The parts of the county which were richest, when the old system of labor was destroyed, suffered most. Maybinton section did not entirely escape, though there is still a considerable degree of prosperity, and the people are slowly but surely recuperating. There, as well as everywhere else, we find that there is life in the old land yet. Maybinton is near the birthplace and early home of the celebrated Emily Geiger.
The origin of this name is lsot in the mists of antiquity, but the place itself is well known and lies in the Southern part of the Stoney Batter Township and was originally settled by the Bankses, Snelgroves, Kinards and Mannings.
“Seventy years ago,” says Esquire P. W. Counts, “Smokey Town was the worst place in Newberry District. John Kinard had a whiskey distillery which was a constant rendezvous for bacchanalian rowdyism. This lawlessness has been inherited in a few families and has come down to the present generation. It is only a few years since Smokey Town has been freed entirely from the curse of the midnight brawler and marauder.
“The Longs, Koons, Pughs, Garrets, Boozers, and many others, who compose a good, sturdy, staunch and quiet citizenry, reside in that section now. Instead of the 'still house,' those good people have Bethel Church, Baptist; Mount Olivet, Lutheran; and O'Neall Academy, named in honor of Judge O'Neall.
“Instead of repairing to the still house on Sunday the people go to their respective places of worship. Prayer meetings and songs of praise have killed off and stilled forever the sounds of midnight revelry and debauchery. Midnight is no longer rendered hideous by the yells and shots of drunkeness; but the stars rise and set undisturbed by the songs of Bacchus. Smokey Town is no longer smoky. The name and place remain, but eh smoke has departed.”
Our old friend, Squire P. W. Counts, in a quiet, dreamy mood continued his reminiscences. It is pleasant at times to meet with one of these old patriarchs and listen to his talks of times and people long since become historical, or, perhaps, only occasionally mentioned by the faint and feeble voice of traditional. It makes one feel as though he were sitting and listening to the gossip of tradition on the shores of old romance.
“From a point at Calk's Ferry Road, about three miles South of Prosperity, where Fred Stockman now lives, begins the Ridge Road. This road leads by the Elmore place, and on to and beyond Schumpert's mills. It was once known and recognized as the 'dead line' between the Dutch and Irish settlers. It was considered a high crime and misdemeanor for an Irishman or Dutchman to cross this dead line. South of this line lived the Dominicks, Boozers, Fellows (now Fellers), Bedenaughs (formerly Peterbocks), Schumpers, Countses, Harmons and others, who composed the Dutch settlement. North of this line were the Youngs, Browns, McQueers, Hawkinses, Thompsons, Lindseys, Carmichaels, Capt. Matthew Hall and others, who composed the Irish settlement.
“A few examples will illustrate the strong feeling that existed, and how important they felt it was that each party should keep on its own side of the line: On one occasion one of the McQueers, Charlie Thompson and Nathan Yung, of the Irish party, each bought a tract of land which lay South of the line in the Dutch settlement. As soon as they realized what they had done they sold out as speedily as possible and returned to their Irish brethren.
“Capt. Matthew Hall, a gay young Irishman, was casting abut for a partner for life with some means, not less than a thousand dollars. Miss Polly Schumpert, a noble daughter of a dutch sire, filled his bill, and by stealth he ventured across the dead line, secured his conveted prize and carried her away to live amongst the Irish. A wail of horror and indignation arose among those good Germans because 'Hall had cum und sthole avay dere Dudtch Bolly.'
“The climax of indignation was reached when George Dominick took vengeance upon the Irish by crossing the line and stealing away Miss Sallie Hunter and making her his Irish-Dutch wife. From this marriage we have today a large number of auburn haired Dominicks, who are most excellent citizens.
“After the excitement and feeling caused by these raids had subsided it was found that the force of the dead line was materially weakened, and a better feeling between the Irish and Dutch began to prevail. They married and intermarried, and exchanged business relations with each other, until now as a result of these marriages we have a Dutch-Irish and an Irish-Dutch citizenry, which, for honesty of purpose, hardihood, thrift, economy and perseverance, has no superior, if equal, anywhere.
“The dead line is where it was seventy-five years ago, but that name is no longer applied to it; now it is only known by the appropriate name of the Ridge Road.”
The Squire sat still, and musing awhile, looked as though he saw many things yet in the past. After a little he raised his head and looking at us with his kindly eyes, said: “Yes, I could tell you much more; but is not this enough for Smokey Town? The people are now industrious, thrifty and happy, and I feel that God's blessing is on them”
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