Surrency, Georgia Ghosts

Note: Mr. Lindenstruth sounds interesting
 The Appling County Mystery
 Ghosts, Hobgoblins and Unseen Spirits to the Front- Crockery, Pottery, Glassware and Butcher knives, Ears of Corn, Smoothing irons and Books Jumping Around the Floor. – The Old Family Clock and Red Hot Brickbats -Five Hundred People on the Grounds- Full and Complete Particulars.\
  On Saturday Afternoon it will be remembered we published a brief paragraph stating that strange and supernatural manifestations had taken place at a house at No. 6, Macon and Brunswick Railroad.
  Passengers coming up on the train were greatly excited about it and represented the great excitement prevailed in that immediate neighborhood as induced as far distant asthe reports had reached. Determined to find out the exact facts in regard to the matter, we detailed a special reporter to the scene of operations and will now lay before our readers the
Full Particulars  as detailed to us by him.
    Taking the Brunswick train Saturday night, in the company of Mr. Mason and Mr. Campbell of Macon, who were going down for the same purpose, Our reporter Mr. Peter Lindenstruth, arrived at the point of destination alittle after 4, o’clock, Sunday Morning.
No. 6 Surrency
    Getting off the train they found no one in the place as yet up. but going to the house of Mr. A.P. Surrency, they were admitted to a vacant room the fire in which had nearly died out.
    We may as well remark here that the town, or Depot, of Surrency consists only of a station house, one or two places of business and the residence of the gentleman from which it takes its name. It is situated in Appling County about 126 miles from Macon and about 60 from Brunswick. Mr. Surrency is a gentleman well to do in the world and universally regarded as one of the most honorable citizens of the county, and it would seem that his house would be the last one ghosts would select in which to play mischief.
The First Brick
    Mr. Lindenstruth finding the fire nearly out went to the wood pile to get something to make it up. While returning he heard a heavy thud upon the floor of another room, as if something heavy had fallen. Thinking some member of the family had arisen, he paid no more attention to it. But subsequent events convinced him that was the first brick thrown by the ghosts or whatever agency is at work on the premises, as no member of the family had as yet got up.
What Mr. Surrency Says:
      Soon after daylight Mr. Surrency came into the room, and after giving his guests a hearty welcome, proceeded to tell from the beginning what had taken place up to that time.
      On Friday evening, a short while before dark, the family was greatly alarmed by sticks of wood flying into the house and falling about the floor from directions they could tell nothing about, and without any human agency they could see or find out. The wood would fall before being seen, and what made the mystery still more mysterious, the room into which the wood was falling had all its doors and windows closed. This was in the front room.
        Soon after dark they stopped falling and was succeeded by brickbats which fell at short intervals throughout the night in every room of the house. Mr. Surrency, his wife, two grown daughter, Mr. Roberts, a clerk, and a Baptist minister by the name of Blitch were present, and with the exception of the minister who got on his horse and left, they all remained awake the whole night. Notwithstanding the windows and doors were tightly closed and no opening left in any potion of the house, these brickbats continued to fall, but although sometimes missing not one struck any person.
Bottles and Glass take a Hand
            Soon after the bricks commenced falling, bottles, vases, and glassware generally commenced jumping from unusual place, falling and breaking. Mr. Surrency seeing the destruction going on directed a negro man to take four bottles containing kerosene oil out of the house and place them in the yard. No sooner than he set them down when one flew back, fell in the middle of the room, scattering the oil in every direction. The whole family saw this. It seemed to come down from the ceiling overhead, and indeed everything else falling did so perpendicular- that is to say came down from above.
       These strange antics continued with scarcely one minutes, interruption until daylight Saturday morning, when the ceased, leaving the house nearly bankrupt in crockery and glassware and a large quantity of brickbats and billets of wood around the floor.
      That afternoon, or on Saturday, 19th, they commenced again pretty much in the same matter of doing about what had taken place the night previously. The family, which had now been joined by many neighbors, watched every nook and corner of the house, to detect and if possible to unravel the mystery. But so quickly would pitchers, tumblers, books and a=other articles jump from their positions and dash to the floor the eye could not follow, and broken fragments were the first things seen, except in open instance, and that was a pan of water and some books; they were seen to start.
      Chairs, shoes and clothing, were tumbled about the house, as if the hand of a veritable witch or unseen devil was present. But the greatest mystery and most inexplicable incident of this day was the escape of a lot of ordinary clothes hooks from a locked bureau drawer remaining tightly closed, as usual. Nothing else of special note occurred to-day. All got quiet at 8 1/2 o’clock Saturday night.
 The Operations Of Sunday
   As stated above our special reporter arrived before daybreak and heard the story of Mr. Surrency as above related. So soon as he got through with it he stepped up to the
 Old Family Clock
and was about relating ho rapidly the hands had traveled around the dial when the ghosts were about, on the previous day. All eyes were turned to it and much to their astonishment the hands commenced running around at a rate of about five hours a minute. It was a 30 hour weight clock, and after seeing it run at this rate for a short time while our reporter, who was a watchmaker by profession employed at the store of Mr. J.H. Otto on Fourth Street, determined to at least solve this mystery as it was directly in his line. He stopped the clock, carefully examined the machinery and found it not only in perfect order but nothing whatsoever unusual inside or out. He could not for the life of him see the slightest thing wrong about it.
The Magnet Theory
   It has been suggested that their may be a large magnet about or under the house, but magnets do not attract wooden substances and besides, while the clock was running at this rapid rate, Mr. Lindenstruth had his watch in his pocket, which kept on in its usual way and was not in the least affected. He set the clock right, when it continues to keep correct time up till the time he left.
A Red Hot Brickbat
   Nothing else unusual occurred until 17 minutes before 12 o’clock, when the performances re-opened by a pair of scissors jumping from the table on to the floor. At that time Mr. Lindenstruth was sitting in a chair when, without the slightest premonition a large brickbat fell with great force right beside him breaking in two. He immediately picked up a piece of it and handed it to Mason and both found t hot. Then taking up the other piece he tried two r three times to break it by throwing it on the floor, but failed. He then laid this second half on the sill of the window in the room intending to bring it home. Resuming his seat near the front stoop, he was again startled by the piece he had placed on the window falling at his feet and once more breaking into two pieces. He did not pick it up again.
  At 12 o’clock, a smoothing iron jumped from the fire place about six feet itno the room. It was replaced and again jumped out. He noticed that the iron was hot but this may have been heated by the fire.
A Shower of Corn
    At about this time dinner was announced, when the family and many guests walked out to the table. Soon after being seated an ear of corn, appeared from the ceiling overhead, fell between Mr. James Campbell, of Macon and Mrs. Surrency; striking the floor with great force it broke in tow, scattering the grains all around the room. Later in the day another ear of corn fell in another room, striking near Mrs Burns, a northern lady, who at the time had an infant in her arms.
   Soon after this whilst Mr. D.M. McGaulley, Allen Walls, Robert R. Presstall,C.C. Eason. John M. Walls, J.W. Roberts and Daniel Carter of that neighborhood, and Campbell. Lindenstruth and Mason were standing in the front room, a chamber glass was smashed into fifty pieces in the centre of the room. They were at the time intently watching everything visible in the room, but none saw this until after the vessel was broken.
 The Excitement – Extra Trains
  So rapidly had the news spread and so great was the excitement, the Macon and Brunswick Railroad dispatched an extra train on Sunday. It arrived at Surrency about three o’clock in the afternoon, with seventy five people on board.
  But the ghosts, spirits, or whatever else the might be called, did not choose to give them any manifestations, and the train left in about an hour, taking most of them back. A few remained, however, determined to see into the matter. There were at least three or four hundred persons on the grounds during Sunday, and up to the time our reporter left fully five hundred had visited the place.
Other signs and Wonders
    While all these things were going on in the house, the kitchen department was by no means idle. butcher knives, pots, skillets and crockery ware were falling around loose to the terror and horror of the cook.
      Another mysterious thing  occurred on the first or second day. Little piles of sugar totally unlike anything of the kind then used by the family were found upon the floors of he residence. In some of these a few pins and a steel pen were found. There were various other incidents or this totally incomprehensible mystery related to and seen by our reporter, but enough had already been given.
What is it
        No one who has as yet visited the place can give any rational theory as to the agency which produces these strange sights. Mr. Surrency is a plain, old fashioned Georgia gentleman and is greatly annoyed and disgusted wit the whole proceedings. he promptly refused compensation from any of the two or three hundred persons who had eaten at his table. If they are produced by magnets, they must be of a different kind from any ever known.
      We must leave the question to someone else for solution.
      At this point our Macon party left people were coming in from all directions, and we presume the excitement continue to-day unabated.
1. Union and Recorder, Oct. 30, 1872 — page 1

The Nancy Harts of Lagrange

Nancy Hill Morgan 



The “Nancy Harts” of Lagrange. We are informed that the ladies of Lagrange, to the number of about forty organized themselves, on Saturday Last, into a military corps for the purpose of drilling and target practice. They elected Dr. A.C. Ware as their Captain; and, we believe, resolved to meet every Saturday. The following are the officers;

Dr. A. C. Ware, Captain

Mrs. Nannis Morgan, First Lieutenant

Mrs. Peter A. Heard, Second Lieutenant

Miss Aley Smith, Third Lieutenant

Miss Andelie Bull, First Sergeant

Miss Augusta Hill, Second Sargent

Miss M.E. Colquitt, Third Sargeant

Miss Pack Beall, First Corporal

Miss Lelia Pullen, Second Corporal

Miss Sallie Bull, Third Corporal

Miss Ella Key, Treasurer.


The corps not having a name, and it being their determination to prepare to defend their homes, if necessary, as did Nancy Hart of olden time, we have taken the liberty of calling them the “Nancy Harts” Until the shall adopt one. We have no doubt they will prove as true as did Nancy Hart if the emergency ever presenter itself; and, therefore, we do not think a more appropriate name should be suggested. The “Nancy Harts” of LaGrange! That’s It, ladies Lagrange Reporter.

1. Southern Confederacy,  Jun. 1, 1861 — page 2








A Place called Kelpin


What would be interesting about this place. Well I used to live in the Payne Community not far from there. Kellogg Creek Road was part of that. I saw Kelpin on these old Gold Maps and thought I may have wandered there. Priest Road comes to mind. If you notice this little sliver on the map first is the militia district known as Bells for Bells Ferry. on the other side is the Woodstock district. Woodstock was mentioned in Sir Walter Scott’s book Woodstock or Cavalier. Woodstock was so named because they stocked wood here and trains would stop to refuel and take on water. So what about Kelpin. I remember seeing a gold map about this place. I also remember reading some of Martins History of Cherokee County as this being an early post office. The dark swath you see is where the gold belt is located. I do remember the woods of Payne with large hole where it was rumored they mined gold. Kelpin is also located in this swath.


After some browsing with Google I found someone with a family member who was born in Kelpin. This mans name was John D, Sargent born on 14 Apr 1859, Sarah E. SARGENT was born in 26 Jun 1856 and Rosalia C. SARGENT was born 11 Apr 1867. Their parents were Captain William Cannon Sargent and his wife was Sarah Elizabeth HENDON Sargent who died in Kelpin on 4 Aug 1886 in Kelpen, Cherokee, Georgia. William Pinkney SARGENT was born in Kelpin on 11 Nov 1845. Another site mentions Sarah E. Boring who died in Kelpen, Georgia. . All of these Sargent’s who died in Kelpin are buried at Carmel Baptist Church Cemetery and some went to Utah.


Kelpen is pictured here again in this 1899 Map from  The University of Georgia. Another mining book mentions George Frederick Hesselmeyer is located at Kelpen, Georgia as a mining engineer. George was from Germany and became a naturalized citizen in St Louis Missouri in 1870. The mining bulletin mentions the Kellogg mine located at lot 1113 21st district. A number of shafts or pits were dug. Note: Just like at Payne, Georgia. The bulletin says the productive portions have been worked out. It mentions Hesselmeyer resides on the property in 1901. From the notes Hesselmeyer did not have a lot of success. His past was more associated with zinc mines in Missouri. The Payne, Kendrick, Randall and House properties are mentioned and the notes says these areas were worked before the Civil War. Stories from Herbert G. Holland tell of Cherokee Indians who mined gold and traded at Payne. We don’t have a lot of details about Kelpen from the mines that were there or specifically where the post office was located.


This is the store in the Payne Community. The mines are located down of New Hope Road just before you get to the Bartow County Line.


2. Lloyd G. Marlin, The History of Cherokee County (Atlanta: Walter W. Brown Publishing Co., 1932),





7. Engineering and Mining Journal, Volume 66,+georgia%22&source=bl&ots=YfElg0xzgF&sig=g95uoftoQEuvzQNNh8cYIgEhzrY&hl=en&sa=X&ei=_ZNjUtL5GYWC9gSzuIGoAg&ved=0CGQQ6AEwCQ#v=onepage&q=%22kelpen%2C%20georgia%22&f=false



Geological Survey, 1909 – Geology,  Second report on the gold deposits of Georgia S. Percy Jones

Did Sherman know about the actions at Cassville, Georgia?

As originally published in “The Crescent Chronicle”, Vol. 1, No. 8, September 1990
Union Field Order Cartersville, Ga October 30th 1864

         Lets look at the book From Marching Through Georgia: Story of Soldiers and Civilians During Sherman’s …
By Lee B. Kennett


And then look at a quote from Sherman’s 1864 Trail of Battle to Atlanta by Philip L. Secrist

A frustrated and vengeful Sherman ordered the entire town burned in November 1864. The town deserved better.”

Here are some more Sherman Orders

General Sherman also wrote to U.S. Brigadier General Louis Douglass Watkins at Calhoun, Georgia, on Oct. 29, 1864: “Can you not send over to Fairmount and Adairsville, burn 10 or 12 houses of known secessionists, kill a few at random and let them know it will be repeated every time a train is fired upon from Resaca to Kingston.”

Brigadier General Edward M. McCook, First Cavalry Division of Cavalry Corps, at Calhoun, Georgia, on October 30, 1864, reported to Sherman, “My men killed some of those fellows two or three days since, and I had their houses burned….I will carry out your instructions thoroughly and leave the country east of the road uninhabitable.”

Sherman, on November 11, 1864, telegraphed Halleck, “Last night we burned all foundries, mills, and shops of every kind in Rome, and tomorrow I leave Kingston with the rear guard for Atlanta, which I propose to dispose of in a similar manner, and to start on the 16th on the projected grand raid…..Tomorrow our wires will be broken, and this is probably my last dispatch.”

Many theories were offered for why the town was burned. Confederate Guerrillas, the name change to Manassas and just out and out meanness. Either way things did not bode well for Cassville or its citizens.

Kennesaw Gazette  March 1st 1889 Vol IV No.5
Old Cassville Ga
Editor Kennesaw Gazette
Cassville was once a beautiful and attractive village
situated within a little less than three miles of the W. &
A. Railroad, north of Cass Station, near the center of
Bartow County; but happening to be directly in Sherman’s
war-path, it was shorn of its glory and laid in ashes by
the federal Torch. Various reasons are assigned for the
cruel deed. Some said it was on account of the name of the
place being changed by our legislators from Cassville to
Manassas, soon after the battle of Bull Run; others said
it was done in revenge for the waving of a black flag at
Cass Station by two young ladies whose patriotism was
greater than their prudence. Again it was said that being
so near the railroad it was a harbor for the rebel scouts.
The Federals entered Cassville on the night of May
19th 1864, and seemed eager to apply the torch at once.
Early the next morning they burned one of the hotels. Next
day Col. Akins residence was burned. On the 24th Wheelers
cavalry made a raid on a wagon train near Cassville and
captured a number of prisoners, wagons, mules, etc. Orders
were repeatedly issued for the citizens to leave, and the
utter destruction of the place was threatened; but the
threats were not executed till October 12th, when the male
college and several private residences were burned. The
male college was burned by a detachment of Wilder’s Brigade
composed of parts of the 98th Illinois, 1st, 3rd & 4th
Ohio regiments and on the 5th of November Col. Heath of
the 5th Ohio came with about three hundred cavalrymen and
completed the destruction which left many poor women and
children without shelter from the storms of winter which
were fast approaching.
The morning was bright and clear, but in the
evening the smoke arose and formed a dark and threatening
clouds, which for a while suspended over the doomed spot
and then seemed to melt away in the tears of grief. It
seemed as if nature was weeping over the sad fate of old
Mrs. B.B. Quillian

The Story of Lost Mountain

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When most people think of Lost Mountain they think of thee Old Lost Mountain store at Hwy 176 and Dallas Highway. When I worked for the power company in this area I would pass this way daily. The old store became a bank. Now a shopping center and McDonald’s are there. Atop Lost Mountain itself there is a radio/cell tower and I went up one time to service some equipment with friends. I remember the mountain was misty and wet. I was not aware of the possibility of snakes. Lost Mountain had a post office and a few residents. It was a site where both Union and Confederate were positioned. Lost mountain received it name from the Cherokee Indians as shared in the story from Walter McElreath below.

The Legend of Lost Mountain by Walter McElreath

Long years ago before the pioneers axe had felled the native forests which clothed the hills of North Georgia and his industry had substituted the homely plants of agriculture for the wild and profuse flora of Nature; when the Cherokee rose clambered over honeysuckle, and the humming bird, “like the flitting fragment of rainbow,’ darted from flower to flower, sipping sweets from every blossom; when that queen of prima donna, the southern mocking-bird, led the orchestra of the tree-tops in matin and vesper; then through that paradise, for truly it was one, the quiet peacefulness of which had never been broken, save by the band of DeSoto on its weird, romantic and melancholy search for gold, a simple and peaceful people wandered, their hearts charmed into harmony with the poetry of the world around them, listening to the voice of the Great Spirit in the sound of the breeze whispering among the pine, or in the roar of the Etowah and the Amicolola. awed by the Tallulah, the terrible; inspired by Toccoa, the beautiful; cheered by Euharlee, the rippling water, they were a people without the arts of civilization, yet, not savage. No belt adorned with bloody scalps was worn by the Cherokee brave; seldom was the war shout heard in the land, and never, except when the Creeks invaded their hunting grounds. The tomahawk, with them was the only weapon of the chase, and an implement in their rude manufacture. Mining the “yellow earth” at Dahlonega, raising their little crops of maize on the banks of the Sweetwater, playing national games of ball at Coosawattee, and dancing on the green at Buffalo Fish, they were children forest; rude indeed, but taught by the nature of their environment, they displayed many of the traits of civilized men.

Near where the Nickajack mingles in its waters with the Chattahoochee, lived the chief from whom the stream takes its name. Around him his tribe lived in loyal obedience to his rule. At his wigwam a stranger from the settlement of Kennesaw, from Frogtown and from amongst the Cohutta, was welcome. Many young braves made pilgrimage to his wigwam to listen to his legendary lore, and to enjoy his hospitality; for was he not the father of Oolalee, the fairest maiden of the nation? Where was the young brave in all the land, who was not inspired to a display of unusual prowess in the games when she looked on? Beads and armlets, moccasins made of fawn skin and ornamented with garnets and shells, were presents from many suitors. Upon all except one, old Nickajack poured the benediction of his good will. This was Sawnee, the son of a chief who lived towards the north. A way back in the misty days of tradition, his ancestor had wrought some injury upon the ancestors of Nickajack, and he could not bear now to think that Oolalee should be borne away to the hated tribe. But the maiden cared nothing for the favorites of her father. The comings of Sawnee, as he passed through her father’s tribe, on his trips to the Spanish trading posts of the South, were the measures of her existence. And when the time of his expected coming drew near, every night trysting place, awaiting him; and when he returned he always brought many gifts to Oolalee.

According to Indian Custom, Oolalee’s father had betrothed her to a young chief of his own tribe, and in October the wedding was to be celebrated according to tribal custom. At last the day before Chicokee was to receive his bride had drawn to a close. For days past Oolalee had expected Sawnee and every night had seen her at the trysting place. Tonight she went out from the wigwam, and as old Nickajack saw her wander down the stream, his heard drew sad (for the red man has a heart,) in thinking that she was soon to go away; for tradition says that she was the idol of the old chiefs heart. When his pipe he lay down to dream of the time when he went to the land of the “Blue Mountains” for her mother. And Oolalee, well, when morning came, she was nowhere to be found. The braves and the squaws of the tribe had gathered to witness the nuptials and share the feast and the games. Now they shared the search for the bride. Trace was found, and Oolalee and Sawnee (for he had come) were followed on by the old beaver dam, and on by the rock mound. And up to the mountain which rises to the northwest. Here by the little spring which bubbles up near its summit, an armlet was found, which had been a gift to Oolalee from her father. Beyond, no trace could be seen, and sadly they wandered back.

In after years the story says that old Nickajack used to sit by the door of his wigwam, and, looking away to the northwest would murmur, in his native tongue that syllable “Lost!” His tribesmen, hearing his constant murmur of “Lost,” “Lost,” when he looked toward the mountain, called it “Lost Mountain.” The deer no longer lead their fawns to drink from pellucid streams uncontaminated by the filth of gullied hillsides; the shout of huntsman no longer echoes in the “forest primeval” is gone; the Sweetwater glides through the farms of the white man; the mocking bird sings upon the bough of the apple tree, and the humming bird dips his beak into the petals of the lily. No Oolalee listens to the rippling Nickajack, or any brave listens to Toccoa and Tallulah, for the red man is gone from his fatherland. Comfortable farm cottages dot the country round, and in October broad acres of snowy clothe the fields.

Many have been the times when youth and maiden have wandered to the little spring where the last trace of Oolalee was found, and there plighted their troth. Armies have encamped there, and lonely pickets on the mountain side have looked away to the Allatoona Heights, to the north, and thought of her whom they left behind in Tennessee or Kentucky. But think ye that any who have not plighted troth or dreamed over again the dream of first love, have ever had a purer love than was in the heart of Oolalee? Or have any whoever gazed upon it, had a tender sorrow than Nickajack? Not all the flowers of affection blow in the conservatories of the cultured and the rich but many a flower of tender and true love ” had blushed unseen” in the solitude of the forest.

         I have heard the story told a different way with different characters from a Marietta paper. It seems the Chiefs name was Salagoa and the young princess was little Willeo. The young brave was from the Creek tribe and Sawnee was not mentioned. Willeo fled with the young Creek brave. The young Creek was captured and promptly dispatched. Salagoa himself gave chase after Little Willeo and the other tribesmen pursued. After the long chase was over both the Chief Salagoa and Willeo were found dead under an oak tree, From that point on Lost Mountain was known because the two died on the mountain. Another website in North Fulton claims that Willeo was a chief. George White  documents the Willeo creek in 1849 as Wylleo. Nickajack had creeks and a mountain in Cobb County named for him. Kennesaw Mountain was named for an Indian chief that was shot by a white hunter. Sawnee is also a mountain in Forsyth county and the name of several business.

   Suffice it to say that as legends are passed from generation to generation the get lost in translation and lost mountain.

Marietta Journal

For four years the track of a huge snake has been seen around the house of Mr. Porter Griggs at Lost Mountain. One day last week his snakeship boldly attacked the fowls in the yard. Mr. Griggs shot him with his gun, his daughter at him with a pistol, and Mrs. Griggs pitchforked him to the ground. The snake fought bravely, and yielded only when the combined force arrayed against him, overpowered and slaughtered him. He was a rattlesnake measured four foot in length, had eleven rattles, teeth 1 inch long and his head 3 inches across the eyes. He is done eating chickens. In three years, in 100 yards of his house Mr. Griggs has killed 17 moccasins, 1 horned snake, 1 rattlesnake and 1 unknown species. He thinks he got them killed out.

As I said above, I have been up on the mountain and it is very rocky. A great place for snakes but fortunately I stuck to the paved road leading to the radio tower. My hats off to Mr. Griggs.

1. Sunny South, Mar. 12, 1892 — page 11


Salagoa located near Calhoun in Gordon County

3. Excerpts from: Statistics of the State of Georgia
Published by George White in 1849.

4. Myths and Legends of the Cherokee by By James Mooney From Nineteenth Annual Report of the Bureau of American Ethnology 1897-98, Part I. [1900]

5. The Dublin Post, October 6, 1880 Page 2