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
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 http://books.google.com/books?id=bsk2AQAAMAAJ&pg=PA74&lpg=PA74&dq=%22kelpen,+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
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
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.
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. http://www.marietta.com/statistics-and-information-from-1849 Excerpts from: Statistics of the State of Georgia
Published by George White in 1849.
4. http://www.sacred-texts.com/nam/cher/motc/ Myths and Legends of the Cherokee by By James Mooney From Nineteenth Annual Report of the Bureau of American Ethnology 1897-98, Part I. 
5. The Dublin Post, October 6, 1880 Page 2
Surely you have heard of the Hundred Acre Woods where Winnie the Pooh lived but have you heard of the Thousand Acre Woods. When I lived in Cherokee County almost to the Bartow County line I lived off Kellogg Creek Road. I went to school at Oak Grove Elementary, E.T. Both Middle and for a time Etowah High School. I went to school with friends like Raymond Gossett and Steve Carroll. I remember a time when a pig or hog was running around the property at E.T. Booth Middle , a pack of dogs and the school security guard tried to chase it. The pig turned and chased the dogs who were yelping and crying. At any rate, between E.T. Booth and Chapman Elementary these was an undeveloped dirt road. That is where the pig seemed to come from. On one side of the road was a sewage treatment facility. The road led from the schools, across a bridge over the Noonday Creek and over to a place just below the then New I-575 and into downtown Woodstock.
I lived in what was technically Acworth which by car was about fourteen miles form Woodstock down Hwy 92. Walking was my only mode of transportation during my teen years and I traveled to many friends house and church all on foot. One way to cut the distance traveled was by crossing Lake Allatoona. When the lake was down you could walk down Atlanta Yacht Club Road Cross the lake and bee at Red Top mountain State Park in half the time it would take to travel down New Hope Road and Glade Road to the Park. This was not without risks as one time I crossed an stepped on a glass bottle buried in mud and cut my foot open. I walked to a camp site at the Red Top Mountain State park and met a camper who wrapped my foot in a towel and brought me to the rangers station where I first encountered a park ranger who would be a future teacher at Floyd now Georgia Highlands College, whose name was Mr. Bishop. I waited with him until my parents came and took me to the Sam Howell Memorial Hospital which is also a relic of bygone times. After I healed up I still continued to walk down Kellogg Creek Road to Bells Ferry Hwy 205 and down Eagle Drive to the trail that lead through the Thousand Acre Wood.
Some times the trip was difficult in the heat of summer. I crossed Kellogg Creek Bridge, and passed Loy Wofford’s House. Be fore I ramble off in another direction Loy Wofford was the owner of Wofford’s Grocery or Loy’s Store located in front of Payne Mobile Home Park at the intersection of Kellogg Creek and New Hope Roads. He moved to another store at the corner of Kellogg Creek and Hwy 92. I did odd jobs for Loy and caught the school bus there at his store. I was a member of Trinity Bible Church whenever a church member would pick me up. I enjoyed going so much I would walk there and found the short cut through the Thousand Acre Wood a great way to get there. I have seen snakes on a few occasions but rarely on the trips through the wood. Among some of the rumors I have heard about the Thousand Acre Wood was that Union soldiers were sent there to search for furnaces and stills. Much like the ones at Coopers in Etowah, Stamp Creek and Allatoona. I have not been able to find any information accept in a book written by teachers at Chapman Elementary school. To conclude this story which was more about me, The Thousand Acre wood was developed to become a much larger Arvida Community with golf, courses, more schools and its own super community with stores and restaurants. It was called Town Lake and if there was anything of historic value there, I believe it to be long gone. But those woods for a time was my stomping ground and I traveled there on more than one occasion.
1. Woodstock: 1860 – 1970 By Felicia S. Whitmore
No this is not a typo. Have you heard of Martha Lumpkin and the City of Marthasville. Atlanta was first founded in 1847 but do we know how its name came about.
The Dublin Post Wednesday September 25 1878 Miss Martha Atalanta Lumpkin, daughter of the ex- Governor Lumpkin is at present visiting Atlanta, Georgia, which the city was named for her being first called ” Marthasville” and then Atalanta” The second “a” being dropped after a while. New York World.
Digital Library of Georgia
This would only make sense because of the previous name was to honor Governor Lumpkin’s daughter. but the city of Atlanta has this to say.
“1845: “Marthasville” was renamed “Atlanta,” a feminine form of Atlantic, probably created by Steven Harriman Long, a Western & Atlantic Railroad engineer.”
Other sources say John Edgar Thompson(Thomson) christened the city with the name Atlanta. Steven Long is more associated with the name “Terminus ‘ , the cities name prior to Marthasville. The name Atlanta was supposed to be a more feminine name for “Atlantica-Pacifica” i.e. the Western-Atlantic Railroad. Still some maps still showed the city named Atalanta. Colonel Richard Peters gives credit to J. Edgar Thompson in 1871 and was published in W. R. Hanlieter’s city directories.
Note: Cornelius R. Hanleiter was editor of the Southern Confederacy newspaper and Pioneer Citizen of Atlanta.
In 1907, Mrs. Martha Atlanta Lumpkin Compton maintains that the city was named Atlanta but had no documented evidence to prove it. Lets see if we can help Martha. In 1846 The Federal Union a Milledgeville paper form the period says “
Railroads in Carolina and Georgia
Central Railroad from Savannah to Macon 190 Miles
Macon and Western from Macon to Atalanta 104 Miles
So unless the newspaper has made a grave error someone recognized Atalanta.
In the Georgia Journal, Sept. 16, 1845 we have the following from the Georgia Railroad.
The Georgia Railroad (Says the Augusta Chronicle Sentinel of Monday last) will be ready for the transportation of passengers and freight from Augusta to Atlanta, its western terminus, on Monday next, 15th inst. Distance 172 miles fare $7.00
So the corporate entity, the Georgia Railroad named their western terminus Atlanta. The real question would be what the did the Georgia Assembly recognize during that period of time specifically 1847 the year of Atlanta’s creation. We find this from Mr. Franklin Garrett
And thus even though other people recognized Mrs Martha Atalanta Lumpkin Compton the city went with its corporate entity. Colonel Peters said that the newspapers of the time were fanatics about mythology and that he discussed with J. Edgar Thompson(Thomson) about the name. At any rate no one told the modest Mrs Lumpkin about the decision who could assume nothing more or less about the cities name. Atlanta is my home town being born there on June 14, 1969 at Grady Memorial Hospital. I would hope that cities could be named for women like Martha rather than in some corporate office somewhere. At least in this blog we can remember the contribution and the heart of Mrs Martha Atalanta Lumpkin Compton. One statement from Mrs. Martha’s Scrapbook says “Like all newspaper pieces their (sic) are a good many mistakes in Miss Olivers.”
It has been said that Atlantans wanted to live in their mythology and rightfully so. The new town was to become the, “City on a Hill” so to speak with thriving business, railroads, and iconic columns of Greek and Roman revival architecture, beautiful parks and cemeteries with ties to the cities history. While corporate railroads did indeed make Atlanta a hub along with today’s interstate and airport traffic. Many old newspapers always depicted the city in pictures as the goddess Atalanta. I would rather see Atlanta as Atalanta than this..
1. Dublin Post Wednesday September 25 1878
2. http://www.atlanta.net/visitors/history.html ATLANTA: A BRAVE AND BEAUTIFUL CITY
4. Atlanta Georgian and News, Apr. 20, 1911 — page 7
5. Weekly Constitution, Jun. 2, 1874 — page 1
6. Atlanta Georgian and News, Jul. 21, 1911 — page 9
7. Atlanta Georgian and News, Apr. 06, 1907 — page 3
8. Federal Union, Sept. 8, 1846 — page 3
9. Georgia Journal, Sept. 16, 1845 — page 2
10. Atlanta and Environs: A Chronicle of Its People and Events, 1820s-1870s By Franklin M. Garrett Page 226