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Show fflHE FEUD MAN AND THE FEUD WOMAN 1 11 1 Ka I y7 jV Interview with "Cap" Hatfield in His JrL Mountain Eyrie and an Appreciation of His Helpmeet. Who Has Shared Stolidly His Perils and Hardships, a Salient Type of the "Mountain Woman" v ELLISON HATFIELD CHAIU.ESILLISPm 1 ' n hard note In her vole. "Tbfft'i alius ben trouble with Mm. Men folks 1 hard to get ou with. Wnri'ii'i vou afraid. "H aIoiJt' rouoh?" for It was plain there hail been no chivalry In her life. She field li-r head tHiii- "I,aw. no. Ain't notbln' to I- nfi.irln'; ef folks dies they dies, and thnfs all there Js on It. ' I lst plenty "f folks, too. with nil this trouble ..f ..urn. atf cf they goes, why they goes; you C.IU'l help It HollOW." And with this piece of philosophy she settled back Into a stolid silence which gave one again the impression im-pression of years spent waiting. It may have l-cn those yiMM of wilting and watching, and never knowing, which pave to the mountain women n cr.ur-ngc cr.ur-ngc their men hare not. The men fight from cover and run. they never choose to meet the enemy face to face. I'.ut the women hive braved any danger to help their "folks." In the history of the Hntfield-.M.Cov Hntfield-.M.Cov feud there are plenty of women who went to fight and went unarmed. Enrlv In the history of the fend there appears the mother ..f Eandolph McC.y. thirteen year old. who was raptured by the llalllelds. The !. was held a prisoner In n lonely cabin, and. yoti may l-elleve. well guarded T : 1 1 1 his nioiher went In the middle of the night, tramping for miles over the mountains to reach her boy. (in her knees she hepped Had Anw Hatfield, whose' name was well earned, to kill her and spare the bov. It rather spoils the, story of the feuds to know that he literally kl- ked her out of the cabin door. :i ati..lln-r h casion some brave McCoy women notified ihelr elannien that trouble was ahead. And as a ivmiU the trouble came to them, for the Hat-tlelds Hat-tlelds pxle np I" their rn.ln in the night, killed their men. dra.-.-grd them out of d.,.rs and horsewhipped (hem imiil their ribs were broken. And another time wlun the cabin of "Old Bat'd'l" Met'oj was surrounded by tie- enemy in the night. It was Mrs. McCoy who opened tie- cabin door and wal'.e.) i.ut Into the in..b to reai-li her pills who bad been sleeping In a ' abin near at hand One of the llallh-lds. n, thinking her worth shooting, struck her witll the butt of hi pun. She fell to tin- pp.iind, badly hurl, but d tapped her-elf aloii- on hands and kneen, silll bent on havlnp her hiltlren. nnd Cap Hut-lichl. Hut-lichl. or one of his tribe. ki ked her and killed her. That was all rlpht to their minds, for what use was a woman but to do as a man told her? In the Ilarpls. Coekrlll feud there was a woman named Mrs. (burpe Johnson Mrs. Johnson, without a pun or any killing of the enemy on h r part, foiipnt throiiph the year w hile h r mi' le. brother :iinl son were shot and her laisbarnl was driven into exile. Her brother was afraid to appear In the street because he knew nssns-sins nssns-sins were following him. And for years ho wallc-d with his sister between him and the possible enemy. Once when he was point: to the railway station a sister sis-ter walked on raeh side of blm nnd he carried his baby in Ids arms. If murder bad been attempted one other than himself must have been sacrillced. It never seemed to occur to the men that there wai pnythlnp unmanly In that ort of thin?. Cap Hatfield would treat his woman as well ns he would treat his horse ami consider himself kind enough In so doing. Ills woman Is undoubtedly braver than he. She may not shoot aw stralpbt. but she has fought nnd she does not fear the open. pot the better or nis juuemeut snu ne i-iu nns, Tp to ole Kand'ls there wus a couple. I'p In f hlllt th'r." with a nod over his shoulder. "One o' them Sheriff fellers come lons an ole man down yonder" f dntlnp "and a couple o' more maybe" the last as tLouph n man or two were not worth counting- I'.ur It was not all done wit ti a musket of Tf,. "Cap" Hatfield has clpht dead men's scalps at his belt and he will show you with pride his sh.tlnc Irons. Two revolvers of recent jiittern he resenes for his own use. His oldest boy, drapped to the front, can pro-duee pro-duee nn older pair, pirns that have m en po.nl senile. And e'leh child. In turn. Is armed neeordlnc to his age. They are trabu'd to firearms from the cradl and to look uimui revolvers ns a necessity of life. "Cap" Hatfield Is as childlike about some things as nnv of bis children. He will po to the railway Mathm anil sit for hours watching the trains come nnd po with their froicht of humans froin the outside world. He was Just as much Interested in us. and we were as queer to bim as he nnd his family could possibly have been to ns. He showisl us his knives, made out of butcher knives, shrireiied on both edges and worn with use until their original purpose Is no longer apparent. ap-parent. The women hae no knives for rooking, hut ail the children have knives for killing men. and when some meat Is needed they borrow a man killer to carve the bacon. There was little enough to frhow, but "Cap" Hatfield did the honors with pride. "Maw. w here's thet there collar':" he questioned w hen his tools had been carefully care-fully handled and praised. "Maw" did not know, but the children scrambled under the bed. all of the little ones helping to bring the collir to view. It was u gaudy affair, the kind few cowbovs. even In the good old Any, have worn. Tint Ji-nce Hatfield. "Cap's" brother, -went to Colorado ome In ISN't. ond when he came home a couple of years later he brought n complete row boy outfit. Mich as they sell In stores. His hat had silver tars embroidered em-broidered on the brim. Ills cont was leather, frlifged at the seams nnd with embroidered collars nnd cuffs done in silver ami enrlet. He was ns proud of that outfit as n Hatfield girl could have l-een with a silk dress. All of the Hatfield men fell victim to lis charm. For owe In their lives they were indiscreet; they went to the nearest photographer In n body, and one by on they put on the hat and coat, armed themselves with revolvers after the true cowboy fashion, nnd had their pictures taken. Needless to say, they had never had their pictures taken before and never would again. The coat nnd hat nre pone, worn out by the handling hand-ling of admirers, but the collar remains the treasured possession of the one lender who lives to wage war upon the world. Jonce Hatfield, now dead. wn the ugliest one of Oevll Anse Hatfield'K children. He fell In love with IJose Ann McCoy and carried her off to his father's house. Two years later lie drove her nwnv by his brutality, and fhe vrent home carrying her baby boy with her. When the boy was nine years old u band of Hatflehls. led by Jonce, made a raid on the cabin one night. They buttered down the door of the cabin where the boy was sleeping with the girl of the family. Alfnra McCoy, the eldest jrtrl, etooil In the doorway to protect the others nnd wns phot. Ellison Hatfield was nfterwanl captured, tried and hanged for the murder. Jonce Hntfleld. breaking Into the mom over the girl's dead body, paw the figure of some one lying In bed covered with blankets. He fired and nlmost killed his own boy, an Incident which was considered u great Joke nmong the Hatfield. This was the cabin of Randolph McCoy, one of the originators of the feud. It all enme nbout over two '"hjw'gs." us the mountaineers would cnll them. Randolph Ran-dolph McCoy nnd Floyd Hatfield claimed the same two razorbacks. nnd when Floyd Hatfield brought suit to recover lliein he hail the case called before Justice Matthew Hatfield. The settlement, naturally in favor of the IlatlUlds, canned bad blood, nnd at the next county election, when there was too much moonshine moon-shine whiskey, the Hatfield s and McCoys got together In their tirst renl fight. After that Intermittently for years the war was raged. They made raids on houses at mlil n1 ub t . killing men, women and children; they set lire to cabins and lay lo Ambush to (.hoot and kllL It was barbaric warfare, sm h as might have prevailed pre-vailed n century before. The mountn Ineers nre at least a bundled years behind the tlmcn and fttrangrrs to the present ways and doings of the world. Cap Hatfield's eldest girl took the red neek ribbon I handed l,r r .u-d clnti lied If to her breast with a suvago Joy In In r ees. She was like u wild nnliu al. She did : W : 70 iN . necktie to belt buckle and shoes. It was difficult, but ! I nrped pe-itly: "I mjpjisc Jou go down In the suin-' suin-' rner. wheu It's wjrm?" "Nom-." she Hfiswerfsl. and as her face shadowed I could see It was nt n happy story she had to ttl!. Still 1 did not auspect bow hard It wns. asking unthinkingly: un-thinkingly: "Weren't jou there this joimrner?" "Ain't been (bur in four ye.ir." she lgtnd. "Ain't seen no folks sepplu" brat here." It eemed aliuo-t irnponsible. "T'.nt aren't you K-nelyv we protested. And having oiid It we were sorry, for a look of pain came over her face nnd her eyes sought the trail frbarply. There are nome things that ore never sicken, yet the 'trouble of years can dissolve Into a feeling ami pass lctween people until each person under-tamls. under-tamls. It was so In this case the suffering of her i lonely, hunted life win as keen to me as If he had told It word for word. We each looked toward the trail, and I for the first time saw the opening lu the trees far Im-Iow where the trail was revealed. How ninny time her eyes hud looked toward that trail 1 could but partly gues. How many times she bad watehed for enemies And een her boys coming home hurt from n fight! How many times her old rnun had gone that wny nnd fhe had wnited, wondering if be would ever come back! How many times her eyes hid followed the trail, longing to go out Into the world, nnd how much of the world's misery and bitterness mil f, mm ; mm SiPI ilia I lilipi "CAP" HATFIELD. ' f ' 'iW "ri- - " : "JONCE" HATFIELD. "You don't kill McCoys any more'" I was I mid enough to ask the old man as be sat on a bench at the cabin door. He grinned sheepishly. "Nope." ' Why not ':" I urged, to start him on his story. He look a (orn ob pipe from his mouth to auswer. "Ain't none around yere." "Killed them all olT'" I "Yep." His Man Killing Record. "Whom are you going to kill now. Just for fun?" I This was a rather unnecessary piestlun, but he took it good naturedly. rr1irtit. 1911. br the New York ITvrald Co. All rleMj jTMrrtil IF you chance to be travelling Through Virginia on a local tralu running dowu from Columbus to Norfolk Nor-folk you will btrlkc a little corner In the mountains where three States come together. The brakenian will point it out to you and name the States Virginia, Vir-ginia, West Virginia and Kentucky. A moment later he will call the station Panther, uslug his most official voice, although Fanther Is not much of a tow n a few wooden house built half up the hillside, the railroad at the loltom und hills crowding nil nronud. Th hills aro to close It Is impossible to get n view of the slsy from the car window. One must get out oil the xtutioii platform, tip one's he:id back and look straight up. There Is ihe sky, uninteresting enough. Off at one end of the platform you will Hud the figure of a man silling on a horse. Haw boned, both of them leuu, and long and lank. The horse looks half starved and altogether ugly; the man, all of that, Is tit the suine time tired and forlorn. The station agent. If he ban time in the excitement of the train's arrival, will answer your query with a laconic "Cap Hatfield; watch out for him!" Any one not knowing who Cap Hatlleld is would laugh at the Idea of watching out for this half-fed uian, He wearn a blue homespun shirt, old fashioned pull boots that reach to the knee and across his lap lies n mu-ket of 'O.J. He might be n civil war figure left bchlud by Ihe nrmles that swept Virginia from the mountains to the oa. lint he Is far from that. The barrel of ids pun Is tied to the butt Willi pieces of dirty twine, yd 1 lie gun can shoot, ond it has killed men. Cup Hatfield Is Ihe Inst remnant of the HatOeld-McC'oy HatOeld-McC'oy feud, which was In its turn one of the last of those savage family wars which waged back and forth across the lnirder line between the three Stales Vlr-pliiJi, West Virginia and Kentucky. The Hatficld-McCoy feud Is at an end because the McCoys are all dead, except one who ran away to Texas and has not been heard from since In the meantime Cap Hatfield would take auythlng he really wauled, from a chew of tobacco to a ton of s-teel rail. He would kill any one who got in his way ns easily as he would shoot a turkey, nnd he Is the most notorious notori-ous moonshiner among the mountain whites. Altogether Alto-gether he Is nbout as lawless as a rattlesnake in August, Au-gust, which in those mountains is saying a good deal. If you want to meet Cap Hatlleld there is just one man to Introduce you; If you want to call ut his mountain moun-tain home there U Just one man to take you there lie is James Ilaldwln, one time poliee captain, now railroad detective, of Ho.anoke, Va. Captain Baldwin exjMVts lo die with his boots on; the when and where has no particular interest for blm. You might po with bim ns) we went In the last warm days of October Octo-ber by horses nnd over mountain roads. And It Is worth while just to see these two lighters together, both no clearly the spirit of feudal days, when all men lived to fight. Cap ITotlleld is afraid of the tall, white haired man from Itonnoke. Haldwln has rare puns and n clear head, lie Is Ihe only man who ever eaucht l lie mountaineer and carried hlni In to J.-.ll. Cap llalliold admires a man who can do that, and so far as it s in him to be friends with any one he is friends with this man of the law. There nre both State and government warrants out for Cnp Hatfield's arrest and many a deputy in I lie Fnltel States Kervlee has tried to get a hand on blm. Pome years ago he moved from Pike county, Kentucky, Ken-tucky, where he was born and raised, nnd where he apent his tlmo killing McCoys nnd distilling whiskey contrary to the law. It was a bit dangerous to live at rikoTllle undur the eyes of the Judges and the eaves of the county Jail. So he moved himself, his "boss." his wife and his children a few miles cast Into nuchanan county, Virginia, where the hills nre almost unpeopled and the trail Is hard to find. He had been over there many a time when the law of Kentucky was nfter blm. but this time be went to atay. He built bis cabin on the top of n mountain which Is heavily wooded and thick with undergrowth. The mountaineer had pienty of children, nine of them In all, but Home died; Cap scarcely knows how many there nre alive now. Even so. there are en-. ugh of them to guard that hill and keep busybodles away. There Is Just one trail up the mountains, In the first place, ami a stranger may try Ihat way. if hi- dares. Plug! will come Ihe first bullet "-napping through the trees. The second will come nearer. ;nd the third. If auy one Is foolish enough to pursue the Journey, will come straight home. There will be no oile-r sign of humans; i be Hattlelds always fight under cover. They might sho. you full of holes, and you would have nothing to pnup It was they, if you go with Captain Baldwin you .ut your faith In him. The revolver in your hip ns ket might better be candv or chew lug gum for the children. Up the Mountain Trail. Captain Baldwin, of Uoanokc. and Cap Hatfield, of Buchanan county, have an agreement .,f pence. Until w thin a few yej.rs the Hattields were nlwavs playing Jokes ou the railroad, pulling up ties or taking the stove from some suuiou house along the wav. Sometimes they needed the Move, but often they were inerclv out Tor a good time that was their moonshine Idea of fun Captain Baldwin followed their trail until even the old limn" got nervous. So It happened that when he wus last in Jail for some small otTence he submitted to a peace agreement. lie promised not to piav with ral.ruad proiH-rty i,.,r to make trouble In bis coiuer of the w orid. Ami I lie man from Koauoke. who held some warrants b, reserve with the ihreat of Kentu.kv Justice Jus-tice behind them ail. ugreed not to arrest thJ "old ituan. Ihh contract has held for six years ..r more "nd when aptau, Baldwin goes tMUIt the HatfleUH aowadays it is to give a word of warning or a bit ,f jdvl. e. s thnt mav full due In the Inst warm days ,.f . n-tnln-r ihe moun. ,i,,s are A Typical Mountain Woman. beautiful. Every roadway and open space Is covered cov-ered with a ihlck bed of yellow leaves, the pines stand in patches of dark green against the mountain sides and the view of the vnlleys Is softened with blue haze. The horses climb up narrow trails regardless of the tree branches tint flap in your face, it Is a hard ride of some twenty odd miles from I lie railroad; nature Is grai ions and Inviting but after the first turn from the road the trail does not nssist the traveller upon his way. We, who had never made the journey, were at lbl garrulous; we laughed and made foolish puns. But as the mountains closed around us, and we came near to the tiring line, the stillness made Itself felt above our din, Ciiptnlu Baldwin fell Into the habit of his work and was o,uiet, pointing out an occasional bird as it flew up on our passing. Once it was a buzzard under our very noses, and again it was a wild turkey far off. The trail dwindled away until it was Just u faint break In the trees; we climbed over rocks and under low tree branches. We were scratched and mauled and our horses were panting when we came to the last turn upward, and Captain Baldwin said' "Here Ave nre " No one wanted lo talk aflct lhat, although Cap-tain Cap-tain Baldwin hud laughed at the Idea of danger, telling us there was nothing to fear. We Were, perhaps, not afraid, but the Idea of a bullet whizzing whiz-zing through the underbrush was not reassuring. And who could tell what mistake of judgment the "brats." as Captain Hatfield calls "them, might make? They might see us nnd not our leader; I hey might aim high and hit low; there were a dozen mights that mude us pull our necks down Into our collars and sit pertectly still as we rode. It Is a paralyzing thought (hat you are riding under Ihe gun eye of tin- enemy, even though the enemy be nothing more than three half grown boys. Long before we tauie out into the open we could hear the yapping of dogs, and once the scuttle of haves near at hand In the undergrowth frightened at least one of us dumb Captain Baldwin lode on. silent and unmludful, although he knew the ' brills'' were ueur and watching every step of our way. When we rode into the clearing near the cabin there they stood arnusl and readj . And Cap Hatfield, leaning against the I'ablu. a motionless, lazy figure, held his old fashioned flintlock across one arm readv for work If trouble came. ur host did riot greet us and we got down from our horses as best we could fell off, one of us did, from sheer numbness und fear. When Captain Baldwin Bald-win motioned to one of the boys to take our bridles he ditl it hesitatingly, not daring to disobey. Smiling. Cnptahi Baldwin went forward with a cheerful "How do you do?" "Howily?"' answered the mountaineer, staring at us. The captain nodded our way carelessly. 'Women folks home?" he asked "They came to make a cull " Our host neither moved nor turned au eye, but in n thin mouutain voice called, "Maw."' Immediately the cabin door opened nnd a white frightened face appeared. Smiling nnd w ith as much friendliness as Ave could muster we Maid, "How do you do?" The woman looked anxiously toward her old man. "It's all right. We didn't come to make trouble. These folks want to talk to you." And Captain Buld-wln Buld-wln again n.sJded his head toward us. We stepped forward, exis ting to go in with her. but she thrust her arms akimbo, thereby blocking the doorway, door-way, while her eyes devoured us. Ait" such eyes! Cray and fairly cold with suspicion, but now shining almost black as her curiosity got the betUr of her. "Could we have a drink?" I asked by way of awakening awak-ening her, although she seemed scarcely to hear as she stared. Pointing with one bony hand to a pall that stood on a bench at the door, nnd remaining silent nnd Immovable, she drank us In. We drained the cup, not because we were thirsty, but to give her time. Then after a long silence 1 said, "It's culte n Journey up here." "Come fer?" she asked, still not moving. ' Troii) the station." 1 replied with my most friendly smile. "1m you go down often?" She shook her head, h.-r -.-s ranging from mv i..,- , j , 'c. . ., ..' r, . . .-.. ... ' iXTO FRENCH ELLIS "Xo 'mi, I reckon. Too old." He fumbled his musket, and we looked at it a great, old fushioued thing, which has killed more than one ma,,. ne would not let it out of his hands, eveu when he turned it over nnd pulled It around. It was tied with Innumerable bits of strlug and a piece of rusty wire bold the trlpger In place. It was n breech-o'ider, breech-o'ider, with a ramrod, and leading us Into the house he showed us bis bullet mould, his ladle and u piece of lead pipe, certainly not come by honestly, from wlii. h his bullets were made. It was all so old fashioned fash-ioned It ceased to seem dangerous nnd we asked anxiously. "Have vou killed any one with this?" He nodded his head, referring to It as though It were a matter of history, whlcb. in truth. It 1m. "T'other side of Tug Jdver there wns three,"' was u monotonous drawl. He hesitated nnd we waltrsl hrefirlileus whl'e tr!.f "DEVIL ANSE" HATFIELD. not seem grateful or to have any thought of the gift part of it. she had the ribbon nnd she hung on to it as If we would take It away from her. Indeed, we were the only ones who did not try to snatch 1L All of the family, even her father, wanted It und held out greedy hands. The Ik.vs chewed the gum we had given them and said nothing, but looked volumes. The little girls screamed nnd clawed until their father kicked nt them as he had Just kicked the dogs, lie would undoubtedly have kicked them into the cornel us unthinkingly, but they were pry midgets nnd go out of the way. Back to the Outside World. We did not choose a long call on the Hattlelds. There were a few words of warning delivered on the side between the two captains, we took a last look toward the trail, where we hqw a wonderful view, nnd climbed ou our horses t get under way for the Journey Jour-ney down Cap Hatfield walked beside us ns far as the timber and the boys ran all the way to the trail ut the foot of the hill. Each member of the family left us regretfully, devoured by curiosity concerning u and lookiug at us with big eyes a.s long as we wem lu sight. "tjueerer to them than they are to us," I said n w turned Into the trail. The Captain from Jbmooke fihook hi head und laughed. But, after all, that Ls true, for tbev lu their minds and hearts are still in the pioneer period. Our pioneer ancestors lived In fortified cabin and fought men. There was no bad bloxl with them; they fought to protect themselves and their law. The llattleldi, protect themselves against law and tight for pioneer lights which other American have long since fore-, g . must have dragged up that wny to lodge at her door She diew her breath with a hard. pil k sound and We knew. She bud starcely spoken a Word, und yet had told her story ns she bad not words to tell If 1 turned toward her, eager to speak my sympathy, Mit her drawn, white face made that Impossible. She was wringing her hands nervously in lier apron. For a moment she wavered, then stepped back from the do..r willi a ipiick "Miu?" In the One Room Cabin. We went into a one room log cabin without windows, win-dows, which means without light or nir. At one side the chimney sent u smudgy smoke into tin- room. '1 be beds on the other side were double decker berths filled With corn busk ticks. There was a pine board table, with benches ou each side, and at the far end of the room stood a cupboard tilled with dirty tins, a t rucked plate r two. some corn meal and a bag of salt. Near the fire hung some sides of pork that hid been recently re-cently smoked. '1 be cupboard w is by far the most Important piece of furniture in the room, since It held the eating ami cooking paraphernalia for the household. house-hold. Clour and water corn bread made up their bill of fare. When the old mau went Into town with a jug of whiskey and traded it for tobacco he sometimes some-times opened bis heart and purse for coT. e ( nce in u great while he came home with un orange which h hud bought as a curiosity, but they Usually kept It to look at until It was dried beyond eating. We snt down on the benches and pretended to feel nt home, nit hough the dogs and chickens fairly ute us up. The woman shooed roughly. 'Tin a feared it alu't what yer used to here," she said, "Oh. It's great fun," we answered, trying to believe It ourselves. "'Tuln"t like what you come from, I reckon?" she questioned wistfully. "Well, you see, we live In the town," apologized, and then, to change the subject. "Do the children go to school?" She folded her arms and I saw that had hurt her, although she answered bravely enough, "Uawd. no; they ain't no eddlcatlou worth cnountlu up here. I leckon you ben eddkuted?" "I've becu lo school' I admitted. "Kin you write good?" she asked eagerly. Then, ns I nodded my head, "I wanted my girls to hev cddlca-tlon. cddlca-tlon. but 1 cayn't git i nohow. There a grow In' up here like the bawgs. There ain't nothin' I kin do Seems llviu' alu't no pnrtiklcr fuu." he added, shakluy her head. "You must haves, bad a hard time." I said, as kindly as w.sslbe There's be'n trouble a-plenty," she anwered. with |