Wednesday, September 28, 2022

Mahala Mullins Murdered?

 


Was This Great Woman Murdered?

There is a Mystery About the Moonshiner Who Weighed 560 Ponds

SHE COULD NOT BE ARRESTED BECAUSE OF HER SIZE



Mahala Mullins, the noted moonshiner of Hancock County, Tennessee and a leader of the mysterious tribe of Melungeons which have been a puzzle to ethnological students for years, is no more. The great woman - physically great because her weight was over 500 pounds - died under circumstances as mysterious as some of the incidences in her checkered life. Her whole life was a melodrama, with a few elements of farce comedy injected, and her end was tragic. Surrounded by her children, she met death in agony in her mountain cabin; and there may be not a few about Sneedville, the nearest considerable settlement to her home, who assert that her death was not due to natural causes, but that she was poisoned by rivals in the illegitimate business of making moonshine whisky which she carried on.

Her life bagan in the cumberland Mountains, in Hancock county, and ended there. But for her awful avoirdupois it would have probably ended in jail. The number of times that Uncle Sam's revenue officers have placed her under arrest have almost been legion. That she escaped the jail was due simply to her size. Revenue officer after revenue officer attempted by subterfuge to coax her down from the mountains without avail. To arrest her in the woods where she lived, almost at the very peak of Old Baldy Mountain, was easy enough, but to convey 560 pounds of her struggling, resisting flesh down the mountain side into town was impossible.

The earliest known of Mahalia comes from Wal Stebbing, who conducted a general store in Sneedville in 1840. He remembers distinctly how Bill Mullins came into town, gloriously under the influence of "mountain-dew" and confided to a few friends as they sat about the whitewashed  stove in Stebbing's store that he was about to get married. He told them that the lucky woman was "old man Carley's girl." The wedding was not a very formal one, and when Bill Mullins next came down into town accompanied by a young woman whom he called Mrs. Mullins the marriage was an accepted fact.

A prospector who came over from Knoxville some time in the '50s was much interested in the tribe, and he learned in a general way that the Melungeons had lived in the mountains as far back as the memory of the earliest resident of Sneedville went, and that they had always kept among themselves and that they had always made an especially good brand of "moonshine," but as to their history he learned little and their descent, ethnologically, still less, for word was passed among the tribe that the prospector was a "revenue," and one night his cabin in the mountains was set afire by someone, and someone else fired a shot that went through the prospector's arm. The next day he left town.

In the days when Bill Mullins flourished people in Hancock County knew him as one of the most desperate "moonshiners". He had numerous adventures with the revenue officers, with little gain either for them or him. His end came in 1879, in the winter, when Deputy Smallwood and his posse followed Bill's trail until it ended in Red Cross Gulch. Mullins knew that he was being tracked before the deputies were half way up the mountain. He sent Mrs. Mullins and the children out of the cabin and they found shelter somewhere in the wood. Bill converted his cabin into a fort and had it all completed when Smallwood arrived. He made a vigorous defense, but the guns brought to bear on him were too many. Besides, food gave out, and after two days, Bill surrendered. He was taken to the county seat, sent to jail, and there he died.

After the law had forgotten the existence of Mrs. Mullins - and the law down Hancock county has a very poor memory - she reappeared and set up business for herself. For many months she was not disturbed. The whisky she sent to town was very mellow and fine and that was sufficient.

It appears that the first attempt made to arrest her was in 1887. Deputy Maskill led the posse up the sides of Cumberland. They found little trouble in locating Mahalia's cabin, but when they arrived, all the little folks had disappeared. Mahalia was there, however, and she made no objection when the deputies searched her cabin.

They moved about very vigorously, however, and they found a section of copper worm in the hollow of a pine not far from the cabin. Maskill told her she was under arrest and would have to accompany him. Mahalia just looked at him and puckered up her nose. Then she told him that she wouldn't budge a step unless he compelled her.

All the deputies tried to do so. They took her by the arms and feet and tried to carry her out of the cabin. But 560 pounds of flesh is hard to move, even if the person it represents is quiet and willing to be moved. They tugged and they strained and, after a quarter hour's exertion, did move her as far as the cabin door. Then Mahalia objected to going further. A giantess in size, , she was also possessed of much strength, and she threw the officers of the law away from herself with ease. then the posse drew off for consultation. Maskill suggested that an effort be made to tie her hands and feet. He asserted that he was convinced that if Mahalia could be prevented from using her hands, her removal might be effected.

While the plan was being put into execution one of the deputies asked Maskill how he was going to take the woman down the mountain side, even if her hands and feet were tied. He hinted that if Mahalia's 560 pounds ever dropped out of the hands of the officers she would be sure to roll, possibly to her death. But Maskill was not to be frustrated by argument, and he insisted in carrying out his purpose.

What might have happened if the plan of tying her had been attempted is matter of speculation. What did happen was the sudden appearance of one of the children, a wild, unkempt creature whose love for her mother was that of a wild beast for its' dam. The officers paid little attention to the girl until one of them overheard her whispering to her mother: "I'll go tell the crowd." Then she ran, swift as a deer, from the cabin.

They attempted to catch her, but she escaped. Here, then was trouble ahead. If the Melungeons came down in force on the sheriff and his posse, the officers would certainly be overpowered. Maskill had planned to slip up into the mountains and arrest Mahalia and then slip down again into town before the colony of moonshiners on the mountain would know what had taken place. His force was too small to hope for a sucsessful resistance to the fighting members of the Melungeons. Maskill therefore decided to withdraw.
 
For months Mahalia was undisturbed. Various revenue officers visited the section, and some of them went so far as to declare her under arrest, but none ever made an attempt to remove her. They contented themselves with telling her, in a grave and as impressive manner as they could, that she was under arrest, that she must consider herself as a prisoner and prepare to be tried. For a while these threats really impressed the woman, and she desisted for weeks at a time from making mountain dew. But after a number of these experiences she became convinced that the officers would not attempt to take her away, and she continued in her business with impunity.

For the last few years she had been little troubled by the officers. she was becoming aged - at the time of her death she was just a week more than 75 years of age - and her activity grew less. Once or twice within the last year the officers visted her and destroyed her still, but none ever attempted to remove her.

She finally died in great agony, in a convulsion, with every symptom of poisoning. It is known that for some time past other moonshiners in the Cumberland have been envious of the woman and of her ability to carry on her work in defiance of the law, and that she was poisoned. No investigation has been made and none can be. If she has been poisoned, the Melungeons know it and the mountains will witness bloodshed, for the tribe always avenges an injury to one of its members.

Charles Kesterson - Melungeon

 


Charles Kesterson - Malungeon




NEWS FREDERICK MD
9-17-1898 AN ODD KENTUCKIAN The Rev. Charles Kesterson is an odd Kentuckian who has been on both sides of the law. His father was one of the early pioneers of Hancock County, Tenn., and his mother was an Indian, being a member of the tribe of famous Malungeons. The Rev. Mr. Kesterson is 7 foot 8 inches tall, though he claims when in the prime of manhood he was over 8 feet tall. His weight is 309 pounds, and he is 73 years old. When lawlessness was at its height, the Rev. Mr. Kesterson was the terror of that country. He never heard the whistle of a locomotive or say the iron monsters till a year or so aga, when he went to Knoxville. It is claimed by many of his neighbors that he has killed at least seven men. The old preacher denies this. He acknowledges the errors of his youth, but says that he never killed so many. Cincinnati Enquirer...


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StrangePeople of Tennessee

 



 
A STRANGE PEOPLE OF TENNESSEE
 
The Malungeons and Their Curious Customs
 
There is a Mystery as to Their Origin
 
Claims of Indian-Portuguese Descent Discussed
 
Their Chief Occupations Are Farming, Milling, Hunting
and Digging Medicinal Roots

September 20, 1897
Times Picayune (Louisiana)

 
The Manchester correspondent of the New York Evening Post writes; A party of London writers and artists are now in the Tennessee mountains studying the peculiar race of people known as the Malungeons.  The Malungeons are probably the most mysterious race in America, and less is known of them than of any other people.  Whence they came to America or how they obtained their peculiar name is unknown.
 
Those who assert that the Malungeons are of mixed negro or Indians and white blood do so utterly  upon hearsay. There is no proof to show that the Malungeon is of Indian, African or Portuguese descent, nor any reliable history of his origin.  The Malungeons are themselves ignorant of their ancestry.  Some of them claim to be of Portuguese blood, but they can give no intelligent reason for this claim.  They say that their ancestors emigrated to America about 150 years ago from the interior of Portugal and first settled in South Carolina, whence they came to Hancock County, Tenn., settling in a beautiful mountain cove on Blackwater creek.  The records of Hancock county show that they were first known there in 1780.  In that year they were granted public lands on Blackwater creek.  They refused to hold any intercourse with the settlers, except in trade skins and furs for arms and ammunition.  It was many years after the revolutionary war before they could speak broken English.
 
The Malungeons at first sight seem to be a cross between white and Indians.  They are of a copper color with prominent cheek bones, coal black hair, straight noses, black eyes and an air of intelligence.  Some say that they are of Moorish descent.  Their color and foreign appearance weighed heavily against them in the pioneer days of Tennessee.  The mountain whites ostracized them severely in school and church matters and refused them the right of citizenship and it was not until 1852 they were allowed to vote. This right was only obtained by them after a long struggle in the courts. The courts of Tennessee had looked upon them as of negro origin and therefore the slave laws were applied to them.  All of them made oath that there was not a drop of negro blood in their veins and when this fact was thoroughly established they were allowed to vote and send their children to the public schools of Hancock county.  There were about sixty heads of families who came to Hancock county in 1798 and they now number upwards of 400.
 
The customs of the Malungeons are in some respect peculiar.  Every year they hold two fairs, spring and autumn on Blackwater.  Every family attends these fairs and buys such goods and provisions as will supply them for the ensuing six months.  Their chief occupations are farming, milling, hunting, fishing and digging medicinal herbs.  By reason of the last named occupation they are sometimes called "Diggers" for in spring and autumn they wander through out the Tennessee mountains gathering roots, barks, leaves and plants for the medicinal laboratories of northern and eastern cities, and they make more money at this business than any other.  They live very plainly and frugally.
 
Each man and his family sit down to a rough wooden table at meals.  A tablecloth is unheard of and dishes or plated, knives, forks or spoons are luxuries for which they have no use.  Before sitting down to a meal every man, woman and child bows and returns thanks in concert.  When the meal is finished thanks are again returned.  They drink neither coffee nor tea, and do not use tobacco.  Bread is the principal food eaten, summer and winter.  One Malungeon  will eat enough of their heavy bread to last an American workman three or four days.  Other articles of food used are onions at every meal, cucumbers, mushrooms, dred fish, melons, buckwheat and fruit.  Before the war the Malungeons were the most desperate and notorious moonshiners in the mountains.  Whiskeymaking was then their chief occupation, and the early marshals and revenue collectors did not dare go among them to capture their illicit distilleries.  When the officers persisted in their efforts to arrest them, a half-dozen deputy marshal were killed before the government succeeded in interfering with their stills.  When the war came the Malungeons enlisted on the union side and were good soldiers.  About twenty of the old men are now drawing quarterly pensions from the government for wounds received.
 
They are a very religious people, and commune with God many hours every day.  It is not an uncommon sight to meet a Malungeon walking or idling along blackwater devoutly engaged in prayer and the appearance of a stranger neither disturbs him nor his devotions.  Until a few years ago they held their meetings in some neighbor's home but now they have a capacious church, though in the summer the meeting are held in groves.  No bell calls them to worship on the Sabbath or their children to school on week days, but a long dinner horn is used, and its shrill piercing call reaches far beyond Blackwater cove.  Every man is a lay preacher, though there are half a dozen Malungeons set apart for that special work.  The mountain missionaries who have gone among them from time to time were hospitably received, but made no impression upon them.  Two Mormon elders were tarred and feather some years ago for daring to preach their doctrines among them.
 
The women do almost as much work as the Indian squaws.  While the plowing is done by the men, the plantings is the part of the women. Drawing water, cooking and care of children is also their labor.  The men build the framework of the cabins and fences, milk and take care of the cows, and watch the gardens.  The make the best peach brandy in the mountains and drink it as freely as water.  Strangers are welcomed and generally invited to the brandy still.
 
While the Malungeons have finally fallen into American ways and legal ceremonies, until about 1848 their marriage customs were unique.  Courtship was carried on as far as possible between the parties favorably disposed to each other without the knowledge of the parents.  When the matter was finally settled between them the girl ran away from her own cabin to that of the young man.  The next day the father and brothers of the young man, driving several head of cattle in front of them, walked to the cabin from which the girl came to negotiate, if agreeable, the proposed union. In case no objection was made more cattle were exchanged and the two families met at their pastor, and a short ceremony was followed by  a great festival.  The marriages generally took place in August (which is still the favorite month) after the harvests had been gathered and all had plenty of leisure.  Both parties had new songs and dances, and it was a matter of emulation as to which should excel. 
 
Before the war the Malungeons were whigs, and when the party died they became Republicans, to which party they still cling.

Peculiar People 1897

 

Indiana Messenger
Indiana, Pennsylvania

March 17, 1897

A PECULIAR PEOPLE


Just across the Kentucky line in Tennessee, live a peculiar people. They are known as the Malungeons. They are splendid specimens of the human race , copper colored with high cheek bones, straight noses, black hair, rather coarse and straight, eyes invariably black, and above the ordinary mountaineer in intelligence. Their peculiar color and their customs have caused them a great deal of trouble. They number between 200 and 400. The live on Black Water Creek, in Hancock County, and they have lived in this section for over 100 years. The records of Hancock county show that the ancestors of this strange people came to Powell’s Valley as early 1789 when they took up lands on Black Water.

Tradition says that they held aloof from white settlers and spoke in strange language, which none of the people understood. Some of them spoke broken English, and by this means communicated with the white merchants in the extent of buying arms and ammunition and other supplies which they could not raise in their mountain homes. They intermarried until their racial characteristic were so thoroughly established in their progeny that the frequent marrying of strangers by members of the colony during recent years has had no perceptible effect on their colony, hair and general resemblance to their ancestors, who lived half a century ago.

Before the war the Malungeons had a hard time in obtaining the right to vote and to send their children to the primitive public schools of that day. The white citizens declared they were negros, and the matter finally caused so much bickering and strife between the Malungeons and the whites that it was carried into the courts. In the trials which followed it was developed that the ancestors of these people had emigrated to America about 150 years ago from the interior of Portugal; that they had preserved their native habits and customs while sojourning in South Carolina and that when they emigrated to Tennessee they were practically the same people which left Portugal fifty years before. They declared on the witness stand that there was not a drop of negro blood in their veins and after long and tedious litigation they were finally allowed the right of suffrage and were permitted to send their children to the public schools, and the wrangling of years was over.

 When the war broke out between the States in 1861 they espoused the cause of the Union. They fought in usual mountain fashion–bushwhacking–and many a Confederated soldier was sent to his long home by warring bullets of these Portuguese Americans. Whenever the Confederates captured any of them they were greatly dreaded by the soldiers, and whenever a column was marching to the Malungeon territory extra precaution was taken against bushwhackers.

After the war closed and the Malungeons returned to their old pursuits they found the government was interfering with one of their oldest industries–whiskey making. They had been distillers back in South Carolina and some of the early stills in Tennessee were brought by their ancestors over the mountain from the first named state. When they found a tax of $2 a gallon on the product of their mills they openly defied the government which had levied it. They did not make whisky openly, it is true but they sold it in the open market after they had made it in their ‘moonshine’ stills. They became very much incensed against revenue officials who came into their country, and not a few of the officers were killed with their deadly Winchesters. Of late years the revenue men have been so persistent to their work of hunting the moonshiner down that the Malungeons have sold but little whisky openly. They still continue to make moonshine, however in large quantities, but they have adopted the methods of other illicit distillers in Kentucky and Tennessee, and are rarely caught now.

Notwithstanding railroads have penetrated Eastern Kentucky and Eastern Tennessee, the Malungeons never go far from home. It is a rare thing to see them on this side of the state line, although a few of them go to the village of Cumberland Gap, Tennessee, one in a great while to lay in supplies. Occasionally one or two Malungeons are seen in Tazewell, Tennessee but it is seldom indeed that a member of this unique community is seen in Knoxville or Middlesboro.

Paradoxical as it may seem these people who have shed much blood and other wise violated the laws of their country, are deeply religious. In this respect they very much resemble the Southern Negroes. During their meetings they will sing and shout and seem to be beside themselves with religious fervor. One of the patriarchs of the Malungeons was “uncle” Vard Collins, who was a devout Christian. One night in June, may years ago Dr. Frederick A. Ross (*See Below), a noted Presbyterian minister of eastern Tennessee, was traveling through the Black Water country. He accidentally came upon the “Uncle Vard’s” house and after he had fed his horse and the guest had eaten supper the old man asked him his business. He told him he was a preacher. The old man said he would like to hear him preach. “Where is your congregation” asked the minister. “I’ll get one in a few minutes,” replied “Uncle Vard.” He took a long dinner horn from its rack over the door and going out doors blew several shrill blasts. Within an hour a congregation of fifty people had assembled in answer to the horn and Dr. Rose said afterward that he never preached to an audience which showed greater appreciation and deeper religious feeling than did the little band of copper colored mountaineers on Black Water. “Uncle Vard” lived to be 101 years old.

Politically the Malungeons were Whigs before the war, and since the rebellion they have been Republicans. They are very clannish and in Republican primaries they all support the same man, while at regular elections they vote the republican ticket straight. Their customs have not changed during the last 200 years.

They still live in the log cabin and while many of the younger men have the improved Winchesters and Martins the older citizens continue to use the long home made squirrel rifles which invariably hang on a rack above the old fashioned fire place. They are hospital to a degree and no stranger, unless they think he is a revenue man is ever turned away from their cabins. Their peach brandy is pronounced the best in the mountains and it is freely offered to the wayfarer under their roofs, tempered with wild mountain honey. The original settlers were the Collins, Gibson and Mullins and it is difficult to find a Malungeon today who is not called by one of those names.

They are practically the same people who lived here for years before a railroad was built and while the march of progress has encircled the Black Water Valley the Malungeons has not profited by the civilization around them, but remain the same peculiar people— St. Louis Globe-Democrat


July 25, 1842
Republican Compiler -- Gettysburg

"In Tennessee the business is making rapid strides.  At the last session of the Legislature of that Sate, a bounty law passed allowing a dollar and half per pound on silk raised and reeled in the State by the same person.  Great crops were produced last season.  The Rev. Frederick A. Ross of Hawkins County made last season 300 pounds of reeled silk, which sold promptly for five dollars a pound.

Indians Croatans Melungeons 1897

 AN INDIAN TO BE HANGED

 
Georgia Crotan to be Executed Next Month for Murder.

New York Times
February 28, 1897, Wednesday

ATLANTA, Ga., Feb. 27. -- For the first time in fifty years an Indian is under sentence of death in Georgia. He will be hanged in Glynn County next month. Marcellus Lowry, the condemned man, is a Crotan Indian from the celebrated band in North Carolina, many of whom have drifted with the turpentine and timber men into Southern Georgia, where they are called "Melungeons. "  Lowery and a white man named Patrick Burns were working in the woods together and Burns went to Lowery's camp and entered his shanty to get something to eat.  The Croatan Indians are a fierce, treacherous and vindictive race and once their anger is aroused they do not hesitate to commit murder.
 
The witnesses in the case testified on the trial that as Burns left the shanty Lowery shot him in the back, having concealed himself behind a tree.  As to the origin of the difficulty between them very little was brought out, but so far as can be ascertained it was simply the ungovernable temper of the Indian.

Bill Arp's Letter 1897

 




Atlanta Constitution

November 7, 1897





BILL ARP’S LETTER

It seems to me that I am haunted by Indians.  The other night as I came from Macon to Atlanta my friend, Judge Hall, introduced me to Dr. Peterson, (*See Below) of St. Louis, a very learned and cultured gentleman who was connected with the ethnological department of the government and was engaged in examining Indian mounds and in writing up the history of the Indian tribes, especially of the five tribes known as civilized. Viz. The Cherokees, Creeks, Chickasaws, Choctaws and Seminoles.  As these were our Indians, I became much interested in this discourse, for he had been careful and diligent in his research, and what he knew, he knew well.  We talked about DeSoto and how, with a handful of brave soldiers, he overran this country and took captive as many Indian girls as his men wanted.

“Why did not these Indians overwhelm DeSoto and his handful of followers and extinguish them?” I asked. “Because," said the doctor, “they were paralyzed with fear of this new and aggressive race of people just as the Peruvians were paralyzed by Pizarro, who overran and conquered Peru with less than a hundred men.”

The doctor had been to eastern North Carolina investigating the tribe of 4,000 Croatans over there. They were originally called Hatteras Indians but about three hundred years ago Sir Walter Raleigh planted a colony of English and Portuguese on Roanoke Island and put them in charge of Governor John White, a very practical and accomplished gentleman. A few days after landing, Governor White’s daughter Eleanor, who had married a Mr. Dare. Gave birth to a child and she was named Virginia and so Virginia Dare was the first English child born on American soil.  Let the boys and girls remember that.  But no man knows anything more about her. 

Governor White and Sir Walter went back to England for supplies and farming tools for the colony and on their return trip got into a fight with some Spanish cruisers and lost their cargo and many of their men and had to go back to England, and it was several years before they made another venture and when they arrived at the island the colony was nowhere to be found and little Virginia has never been heard of.  The colony left some marks on a tree pointing to an Indian town called Croatan, but the town was deserted. 

The doctor’s investigations have satisfied him that the colony did not perish nor were they killed but that the men wanted wives and went into the interior and co-habited with the Croatans- for it was found a hundred years after that, these Indians were of mixed colors and many of them spoke broken or mixed English and Portuguese, although they had no intercourse with white people until the colony came nor for a hundred years after.  He believes that Virginia Dare probably grew up with those Indians and her descendants are now of mixed blood.


It seems that these Croatans were never Americanized until the last civil war when many of them came to the front with their guns and said they wanted to fight some.  They were accepted and enrolled and did fight for the confederacy.  During the war there was an election held in a county where some of them lived. And they were persuaded by an ambitious candidate to go to the polls and vote for him.  Their votes were challenged by the other fellow upon the ground they had some Negro blood in their veins.  They were very indignant and said, “When you want us to fight for you, we are same as white folks, when we want to vote, you say we are negurs.”  And so a committee of four doctors was appointed to examine them and say what they were.  The committee took them out to a sandy place in the road and had them take off their shoes and make tracks barefooted.  Five of them made very fair Anglo-Saxon tracks and were accepted, but of the other two the report was that the hollow of their feet made holes in the ground and they were rejected.  There are some of these Croatoans on Newman’s ridge, in Tennessee.

 I remember that, some years ago, a party of us were riding in the Negro car on the state road, and when we reached Kingston a colored convention of preachers got aboard and claimed the car.  Sanford Bell ordered us out, and we retired, of course, but one man did not move.  He was a dark, cadaverous individual with black eyes and black hair.  “What are you” said Sanford, “are you a white man or a Negro:   He smile and said; ‘Mine fader a Portugee, mine mudder a negur.”  Sanford looked perplexed and turning to one of the colored preachers, said “What must I do with him?” And he said “Let him alone I reckon.”  I learned afterwards that he was a Croatoan.

[This ends the part of the article dealing with Croatan and Newman's Ridge.]
 



*I believe this Dr. Peterson mentioned  is Cyrus Asbury Peterson who wrote a book on the mound builders.  He was born 1848 in Burke Co., NC and lived in St Louis -- see link -
See also this page for Dr. C. A. Peterson  jp

Peculiar Race in East Tennessee 1897

 


Peculiar Race of East Tennessee
A Remarkable Woman

May 27, 1897
'The State"



To The Editor of The State:

In east Tennessee there lives a very remarkable race of people known as Melungeons, a race which appear to be somewhat similar to the "old issues" or "Redbones" found scattered about in our State.

Several years ago Dr. Swan M. Burnett of Washington read an interesting paper on these people before the Anthropologist society, which paper was afterwards published in a magazine.  The following extracts from that paper doubtless be of interest to many of your readers:

No one seemed to know positively that they or their ancestors had ever been in slavery, and they did not themselves claim to belong to any tribe of Indians in that part of the country. They resented the appellation Melungeon, given to them by common consent by the whites, and proudly called themselves Portuguese.

The current belief was that they were a mixture of white, Indian, and Negro. On what data that opinion was based I have never been able to determine, but the very word Melungeon would seem to indicate the idea of a mixed people in the minds of those who first gave them the name. I have never seen the word written, nor do I know the precise way of spelling it, but the first thought that would come to one on hearing it would be that it was a corruption of the French word melangee—mixed.

It appears that the Melungeons originally came into east Tennessee from North Carolina, and the larger number settled in what was at that time Hawkins County, but which is now Hancock.

They are known generally by their family names, as the “Collinses,” &c., and on account of the caste restriction, which has always been rigorously maintained, they do not intermarry with the Negroes or Indians.

They are dark, but of a different hue to the ordinary mulatto, with either straight or wavy hair, and some have cheek bones almost as high as the Indians.

During the present month I have received a letter from a gentleman in east Tennessee, relating to the Melungeons and in it he speaks of a remarkable woman of this race.  This woman he supposes to be the largest in Tennessee and says that "she weighs about 500 pounds."

McDonald Furman
Ramsey, Privateer Township, May 25th.

Native American Gibson Ancestors

  Morris Evans and Jane Gibson had several children but it appears that only daughter Francis Evans and her descendants were held in slavery...