Saturday, September 16, 2023

Rev. John William McGarvey Part One

 Rev. John William McGarvey Part One


Rev. John William McGarvey - An Introduction


John William (J.W.) McGarvey was born on March 1, 1829 in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, the son of John and Sarah Ann Thompson McGarvey.  John's father passed away when he was only four years old. His mother would then marry Gurdon Flower Saltonstall, a doctor and hemp farmer.


The family moved to Illinois in 1839. While there, J.W. attended a private school.  His religious upbringing was significant.  His mother had been a student of the Restoration Movement. His Stepfather left a portion of his inheritance to Bethany College with the interest to go toward the tuition of any of his sons that may attend.  But even still, J.W. was unsure of his salvation and questioned the teaching on the subject that he heard from local preachers.


J.W. ended up attending Bethany College from 1847 to 1850 where he was taught by Alexander Campbell, W.K. Pendleton, and Robert Richardson.  In 1848 J.W. was baptized by Pendleton.


J.W. began his preaching career in Dover, Missouri in 1853. He quickly rose among the rankss as a minister, author, and educator in the Restoration Movement.  


J.W. would eventually land a job at the College of the Bible (now known as the Lexington Theological Seminary.)  He would remain there for the remainder of his life.


He would also publish many literary works for various publications. However his most known work was "Lands of The Bible."


McGarvey passed away in Lexington, KY on October 6, 1911.


From here, we will let the College of The Bible Quarterly Bulletin pick up the story. This was published after his death. There are two parts. One was published immediately following his death. The other the following Spring.


Since the one that published the following Spring included some biographical information, I have chosen to start with it. Then Part Two , which I will release later, will include the one that was published immediately after his death. 

The following biography was taken from "The College of The Bible Quarterly Bulletin" March 1912 .


IN MEMORIAM

AN APPRECIATION OF THE LATE PRESIDENT JOHN WILLIAM McGARVEY. 

By Professor Benjamin C, Deweese, at the memorial chapel service of The College of the Bible and Transylvania University, on March 1, 1912, the eighty-third anniversary of the birth of President McGarvey. This service to estimate this great man’s character and services takes the form of a testimonial by the Faculty of The College of the Bible on this first day of March, which commemorates his birth in 1829. 


The life of this exceptionally useful man is rich in lessons which are fitted to inspire us to most worthy endeavor. It merits careful study. Hundreds of leaders in the Church of Christ received their training in large measure at his feet. To them a sketch of his life cannot fail to be of interest, if in any fairly adequate way it does justice to his merits. Moreover, there are multiplied thousands who held him in the highest esteem for threescore years. He stood before their mind as one of the ablest of teachers and staunchest defenders of the Holy Scriptures. 


Thousands of years ago these true words, “The righteous shall be held in everlasting remembrance,’’ went to record. There can be no reasonable ground for doubting that these words of the Bible express our faith with respect to the permanent place the name of President McGarvey will hold in the memory of the church. What do we know then of his family line, of the surroundings of his long life, and what of his own individual traits? Of some men family stock molds the life. From some families we expect little. From others it is a matter of disgrace to son or daughter to bring reproach upon the good name the family has borne for generations. The almost fatal handicap of an evil environment is proverbially expressed in Nathaniel’s reply to Philip’s invitation to come and see Jesus: ‘‘Can any good thing come out of Nazareth?’’ The home of our Lord’s first thirty years became the name by which his foes sought to destroy his church. To call it ‘‘the sect of the Nazarenes” was sufficient to prejudice multitudes so that they did not ally themselves with his followers nor investigate his claims. Circumstances are usually potent to enable or degrade a man. Happily for the world, some men have such splendid personality that in spite of bad stock and in spite of harmful environment, they reach the greatest eminence. They triumph over all obstacles. President McGarvey exhibits the union of good blood, excellent environment, and striking personality. This awakens interest in a study of his life, to which we turn with eager expectation for ample reward for the time and patience required. 

Family and Early School Days. 

John McGarvey, his father, emigrated from Ireland in early life. His wife was a Miss Thomson, of a good Bluegrass family, of Virginia stock. The McGarveys located in Christian County, Kentucky, where the husband followed mercantile pursuits until an early death left his wife a widow and his children fatherless. John William McGarvey, the subject of this memorial, was the second of the four children by this marriage. His mother’s sister married Dr. G. F. Saltenstall and bore him nine children. Later he married Mrs. McGarvey, and of this union six children were born. This was a unique situation under one roof of brothers and sisters, step-brothers and step-sisters, with half-brothers and half-sisters, and all first cousins—nineteen in all. Here, indeed, was a puzzle for children who wished to learn their own kinship to other members of the household. Doubtless, husband and wife often used the words, “‘your children,”’ ‘my children,’ and “our children.” It is a pleasure to record that unselfishness, mutual affection and mutual consideration reigned in this large circle in which President McGarvey grew to manhood. Dr. Saltenstall and his wife decided that they would be unable to sustain their united families in good social station in Kentucky for lack of funds. The stigma was placed by Society on manual labor by white men, because of the existence of slavery. The parents decided to go to Tazewell ‘County, Illinois, in 1839, near Peoria, where every child could have good farmland, and where all could labor without loss of social prestige. Here exceptional instruction was secured for the children. Professor Kellogg, an Englishman and a graduate of a British university, conducted a private school of good standing. President McGarvey writes in his story of his early life a most appreciative estimate of the superiority of Professor Kellogg’s work and emphasizes the fact that by it he was thoroughly grounded in the elements of a e909 education. Farm labor developed a strong body and boyish sports supplied recreation. On his own showing the future president was active, agile, had temper and to spare, was mischievous and was a favorite in the home group. 

College Days.

Tt will be fitting to say something of Dr. Saltenstall, the lad’s stepfather, who, as became the good man, wisely planned for the young man’s future and ably carried out his program. In the spring of 1847, he took the young step-son at eighteen and one of his own sons to a steamboat on the Illinois River and set out by way of that river and the Mississippi and Ohio for Bethany College in Virginia (now West Virginia). Stopping at Cincinnati he fitted out his charge with books for his entire college course, clothes for daily use, and a full-dress suit and silk hat for special social and academic occasions. Professor John Henry Neville, the companion of his boyhood, and a life-long friend, and for years a colleague in Kentucky University, had preceded him to Bethany. On the morning of his friend’s graduation, he came to young McGarvey’s room and was in elegant dress. Mr. McGarvey brought out his own silk hat and presented it to his friend. Just before his own death he wrote that he thought Professor Neville at that time was the most splendid specimen of physical - manhood, properly dressed, he ever saw. He highly rated his friend’s natural gifts and solid learning. 


As a student, Mr. McGarvey was painstaking, diligent, striving for knowledge, and, July 4, 1850, graduated with first honors and delivered the Greek speech. He took great interest in the chapel lectures on the Bible delivered by Alexander Campbell. After an excellent examination by Mr. Campbell, he received a New Testament with his name inscribed, and with the words, “‘For proficiency in the sacred scriptures,” and signed A. Campbell. This would doubtless be today the prized treasure of his preacher son, had not the disastrous fire of years ago destroyed the library of his father which contained this book. Who knows but that this token of appreciation, shown by Mr. Campbell’s act, may have given direction to the young man’s career and was a sign of promise of his future eminence in the study and defense of the one book?


His estimate of the great value of regular work in the college literary society was shown by active participation in a college society, and his frequent appeals to his own students in later years to make the most of its privileges. 


While at college he entered the social circle on principle. He records that comradeship with refined young women, if not carried to such extremes that if becomes a detriment to first-rate work as a student, is highly beneficial. Throughout his entire life he enjoyed the society of worthy Christian women. He respected them, gave them honor, and derived both pleasure and profit from this source. 

In 1848, he confessed his faith in Christ and was baptized by Professor Pendleton. He was thenceforth committed to a life of service in the Kingdom of God. This also he rendered with all good fidelity for more than sixty-three years. There is neither record nor oral tradition that his zeal ever grew cold till the chill of death claimed him—a life pre- eminently worthy of imitation by his every student. 


It may be worthy of note here that Robert Graham was his first teacher in Greek, and they became life-long yokemates—co-workers for the ennobling of thousands of faithful young people. 


Further Preparation in Missouri. 


Let us enter upon a most interesting study of the life of a young man well equipped for a man’s work in the world. During the twelve years immediately following his graduation he made his home in Missouri. Dr. Saltenstall, the worthy step-father, had removed from Illinois to Fayette, Missouri, during the college days of Mr. McGarvey. In 1852, that zoo man, while on his way to the commencement exercises of Bethany College, died of cholera at Marietta, Ohio. He was fully interested in the work done by Bethany College under the able leadership of Alexander Campbell. He gave $2,500 to its funds while he lived and bequeathed to it a child’s portion of his estate. He was always esteemed as a father by his distinguished step-son, who cherished his memory. 

Mr. McGarvey, immediately after graduating, established a private Mr. McGarvey, immediately after graduating, established a private school for boys at Fayette, which he continued for one year. This year in Fayette was the beginning of a thorough course of preparation for what became his chief life task, and was continued twelve years in Fayette and in Dover, Missouri. In Fayette he met Miss Otway Anna Hicks, whom he married in 1853, and who followed him to the home eternal within a few weeks after his death. Early in this period he conscientiously decided that he would find his greatest happiness and usefulness in devoting himself for life to the service of the church. His ordination to the ministry followed in 1851. He served the Fayette church as minister until 1858. He organized at Dover a school which was continued with marked success for years. Here he devoted large portions of his time to teaching. These were years of great activity. .He purchased the best commentaries on the Scriptures then within reach and used them with great zeal and profit. For years this was his chief task. Little did he or his friends see that this was divinely guided preparation for the magnificent service he rendered to Biblical learning. Evangelistic services, public discussions, of which he held five, gave him full command of himself and raised very high expectations. We see clearly that when he had fairly entered his thirties his life justified the reputation accorded him by his brethren. 


Lexington Career: Ministerial Labors. 


In 1862, the old Main Street Christian Church, of this city, called him to its pulpit. From that date till October 6, 1911, he resided in Lexington. For this Lexington career of more than forty-nine years he came well fitted by natural gifts, good college training, and years of special study. Here he met his opportunity. He found his orbit. As true as is the needle to the pole he loyally and royally pursued his long and great life work. 'To this I must now direct your special attention. 


He entered service in Lexington as a minister of Christ. Fittingly then does Mr. McGarvey’s ministerial life receive its tribute. His services as minister in Lexington fell into two periods. He continued with the Main Street Church from 1862 to 1869, when the Broadway Christian Church was organized. Of this congregation he was chosen minister and remained in its service until 1881. The congregation had become so large by that date that his double duty as minister and full professor in The College of the Bible justified him in resigning the pulpit. For seventeen years longer he continued regular preaching, but labored for large country churches, where shepherding the flock was not so exacting as it had become in the larger city church. 

His sermons were always carefully prepared. As a minister he was a favorite in Lexington. His congregations were attentive. He understood how to make good sermons. They were always biblical, practical, and so varied that his people learned the vital truth in Christ. His outlines of their thought were remarkably clear, logical, forcibly spoken, and closed with well-considered appeals to his hearers for full submission to Jesus as Lord, and for fidelity in his service. Many hearers were convinced by his presentation of the claims of Christ and “‘were baptized both men and women.” Seldom were his Sunday services closed without visible proof of their efficiency. 


As a leader in church life he ranked high. He filled the pulpit of leading churches. His congregations were always large and liberal and loyal. Both of his Lexington charges soon outgrew the capacity of their church homes. His care of his church flock was notably successful. The sick were visited, the indifferent warned and exhorted, and the erring faithfully rebuked with all long-suffering and teaching. His warm heart and genial nature closely attached his people to him. His friends were numerous, and any man could well be thankful for friends of such high character. 


When he became a hearer regularly, under the ministry of others, even after increasing deafness made it next to impossible for him to follow the speaker, he would give his cordial approval by the closest attention. He was never listless, and his preacher was always conscious that he had President McGarvey’s confidence and support. What a help this was to his minister! 


Executive Abilities 


As an executive officer in great enterprises, he was quite successful. For more than forty years he was a member of the Kentucky Christian Missionary Board. For many years he was its chairman. The great success of this interest and the eminence it has attained among our state organizations are largely due to his special interest, wise counsel, and constant and liberal financial support. For most of his college life he was an officer of the Kentucky Christian Education Society, which by its financial help has made possible the education of hundreds of men for the Christian ministry. He became convinced that far too large a sum of the society’s income was expended for the salaries of officers. His efforts abolished this abuse, and for many years he personally conducted the financial management of its affairs gratuitously. 



His protracted membership on the Board of Hocker College. now Hamilton College, proved beneficial because of his customary zeal, sound judgment, punctual attention, and influence of his name as a managing official, with Disciples who had daughters to be trained. That Brother McGarvey was on its board was sufficient reason to settle the choice of Hamilton as the school home of their daughters for people far and near Next to the good presidents, who directed the literary destinies of the college, President McGarvey received marked tokens of welcome about the college. His presence was a benediction. 



About a year before his death, he ceased his active services as professor.  He said to us in Milligan Chapel in The College of the Bible, where his coming was ever a delight to us all, “You must expect to see me about the college as long as I live.”’ Most of our college community and other citizens living on North Broadway have seen his pathetic figure leaning against a telephone pole to secure the needed rest that he might reach his beloved college. In coming days, when people ask for reminiscences of the old soldier of Christ, this proof of his undying interest in the pride of his life will not be forgotten. 



His assistance in the financial direction of the congregations which he served, by his liberal contributions, his sermons aimed to lay upon the hearts of the members of his flock their Christian duty in the support of the Gospel, enforced ‘by earnest exhortation and entreaty, did much to give to those churches their enviable reputation for liberality. 


The success of our organized National Missionary interests was very near his heart. He was well informed respecting these large and varied enterprises. His interest and approval greatly cheered the presidents and secretaries of these societies. In later years his occasional appearances on programs at our National Church Conventions were highly appreciated. He was a conspicuous figure at our Centennial Convention at Pittsburg in 1909. It was also one of his happiest experiences. In the love and esteem of his brethren he came to his own on this occasion. At fourscore then, the ripened sheaf was the best symbol of his life. 


His presidency of the Claude Garth Educational Society was the last in the order of time of his executive services. He was the personal friend and trusted advisor of that man who so splendidly endowed that society, which will do so much for a higher education of the ministry. To act as president of this society was to him a labor of love. 


By far his greatest success in executive skill was his part with able associates in the management of The College of the Bible. Robert Milligan, the first president of Kentucky University after its organization at Harrodsburg, came to Lexington in 1865. Transylvania was merged with Kentucky University because of the signs of premise for a great future given by this new institution, which has just been organized on the older foundation, Bacon College. Mr. McGarvey had been three years as minister at the Main Street Church. His excellent reputation before coming to Lexington, and his notable success for three years in his pulpit here, led President Milligan to associate himself with the young minister, and with Professor Joseph Desha Pickett in a faculty for The College of the Bible, which was organized after the university was re-established in its new home. After several years of successful work, difference about the management of the affairs of the university led to strife and strong feeling. This might have been adjusted peacefully, but an indiscreet partisan of the other group made in print the serious charge that Professor McGarvey was the leader of a conspiracy to rid the university of its Regent.  This precipitated open strife and the Executive Committee of the university dismissed President McGarvey. On his appeal to the Curators, they sustained the action of the Executive Committee. Professor I. B. Grubbs was then minister of the Chestnut and Floyd ‘Street Church in Louisville. He addressed an open letter to our churches in Kentucky, which was published in the Courier-Journal. He called upon them to send to the Curators of the University a strong protest against Professor McGarvey’s dismissal, a demand for his immediate reinstatement, and the abolishing of the regency of the University. Scores of leading churches in the State took prompt action. The unwisdom of his dismissal became so apparent that the Curators resolved to ask the Kentucky Christian Education Society to nominate a man for his vacant chair. The officials of the society met and acted at once. They nominated him for his old place. The University ratified the nomination, and, within less than a year, Professor McGarvey was back in the place where he had so fully established himself as an able, safe, and conscientious teacher of God’s word. Students who left when he was dismissed returned, and The College of the Bible began a new career of prosperity. Within a rather brief period the University suspended the College on the plea that the income was no longer adequate to meet the burden of its support. So ended the story of the first College of the Bible. 



With Robert Graham, who had succeeded the lamented Robert Milligan, and Professor I. B. Grubbs, now the sole survivor of that group, he planned at once the organization of a new College of the Bible, independent of the University. In the autumn of the same year its classes were taught in the basement of the old Main Street Church. The professors served for a pittance but made heroic efforts to secure money for buildings and endowment. This was a time for testing men. Time, money, and personal sacrifice went into the new enterprise. Professor McGarvey gave his best energies to this task. How great was his influence present conditions fully show. After the first year, in a church basement, the Curators in fine Christian spirit gratuitously offered classrooms and other buildings to the new college. In grateful recognition of this courtesy, the two institutions did their work on this campus. Harmony, co-operation, and zeal in training the young characterized their joint labor. In this way was closed forever a period of alienation which is now a memory, but it is an exhortation to study the things which make for peace. 



In 1895, Professor McGarvey succeeded Robert Graham as President, and filled that office until October 6, 1911. His executive labors were discharged with remarkable promptness, wisdom, zeal, and tact. In the nomination of members for the faculty, he consulted his colleagues, made special efforts to see that the man had good character, was intellectually trained, was intelligently loyal to the teachings of the Scriptures, and open-minded to the discovery of new truth. We would have none of that craze for novelty which is the bane of so many minds in this age of mental fermentation. When the new man was installed, he treated him with most inspiring confidence. Not once in the sixteen years of his presidency did alienation of feeling, criticism that hurt, or any other thing arise to mar the peace of our fellowship. He decided that his faculty was worthy and urged every member to work out the problems of his department as his best judgment dictated. Life-long observation of college men justifies me, I think, in saying that-I have never known a president whose faculty enjoyed a larger independence. This is academic freedom. I venture to add for my colleagues, that I have never known another faculty where personal independence was more marked. They buy the truth and are free indeed. Pleasant, affable, approachable, courteous and sympathetic, we always found our President to be. He took us at our best and helped us to reach higher things. The memory of his fellowship is to us delightful and will always be cherished as a most enjoyable and inspiring experience.

 

His Writings. 


Let us consider his literary output. He was editor with able associates, Robert Graham, M.E. Lard, L. B. Wilkes, and Dr. W. Hopson, of the Apostolic Times, published for years in this city. His colleagues rated his editorial work as very valuable, and he was a leading spirit in furthering the interests of the paper by what he wrote and by remarkably good advice in its business management. 


He wrote constantly for our periodical literature. He wrote seven valuable discussions of important themes within two years for the quarterly edited by the distinguished Moses E. Lard. Helps for Sunday Schools he prepared regularly with great care and delight. For eighteen years he conducted for our most widely read religious journal a department every week on “Biblical Criticism," which he and many others thought rendered invaluable service in the defense of the Bible against a pretentious, but unwarranted, method of attack. To this long continued task he devoted careful and exacting labor. Selections from this department constitute his last published volume, Biblical Criticism. 


His books, of which there were many, were, without exception, devoted to the explanation and defense of the Scriptures. When he became professor in The College of the Bible, he prepared four volumes of ‘‘Class Notes,’’ embracing all the historical materials contained in the Bible. As soon as written he began the careful revision of these text-books. Volume one was revised within one year, and then followed a revision of volumes two, three, and four, giving a year to each. Then he took up volume one again. This process he continued for twenty-eight years, till every volume had passed seven times under his closest critical scrutiny. These manuscript volumes were then printed. Here is a lesson which ought to cure indolent habits in any student. His success as a Master teacher was won by his wise use of his “Class Notes.’ Further, he always went before his classes after careful preparation, because he thought it unworthy in him to ask pupils to drink from a stagnant pool. 



In 1864, his Commentary on Acts appeared, after years devoted to the study of the history of the Apostolic Church. Twenty-nine years later he rewrote the book. Its sale has been continuous for forty-eight years— a very long life for a commentary in our day. James Hastings, editor of great religious encyclopedias, in a personal review said that he should keep it on his study table for constant reference. A “Commentary on Matthew and Mark,” the first volume of a series projected by the Disciples of Christ, but never finished, was written for the popular exposition of the books assigned to him. It has not attained the great favor accorded to his work on Acts of the Apostles, but has been esteemed by many. A volume of sermons preached in Louisville, Kentucky, and stenographically reported, contains a variety of subjects of vital interest on which he had long reflected. Their value is high. 


His most popular work was “Lands of the Bible,’" which John A. Broadus, President of the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, Louisville, Ky., and a specially competent judge, pronounced ‘‘the best single volume in print on Palestine.”  Its first edition was of ten thousand copies, the second of five thousand, and the third of three thousand. Information about later editions is not at hand.


In the field of biblical criticism President McGarvey held that his greatest work was done. For more than forty years he toiled constantly to fully study this subject as set out in the writings of the ablest expounders of the later views. In reply recently to a direct question about what he considered his greatest intellectual labor, he replied: “The mystery of the critical attacks on the truthfulness of the Old Testament.”  He then confessed his conviction that he had fully refuted the efforts to discredit the historical fidelity of the Bible record of God’s dealings with Israel. On a few points of minor importance he said he could wish for more data to put these issues also beyond debate. 


Under the title “Jesus and Jonah," he published a small volume in which he reviewed a symposium by a few representative champions of new fashions in advanced Biblical criticism. Advanced critics have the time of their critical lives to make good their claims to reverence the attitude of Jesus toward the Old Testament, and yet reconcile his views with their critical speculations. The great plain people think Jesus knew the facts about Jonah, and they do not willingly accept the critical contention that the book of Jonah is not true to fact. They think it contains ‘‘a true and faithful narrative of what actually happened." President McGarvey thought the common people were right, and this little volume shows his mastery of the art of refutation. 



All students in the literature of Old Testament historical criticism know that the hardest battle must be fought on the trustworthiness of the report respecting the finding of the book of the law in the temple by Hilkiah. If these chapters tell the truth, radical critics freely admit that the foundations are removed from beneath most of their contentions that the Old Testament history must be rewritten. President McGarvey girded his loins for this conflict. Forty years of careful study of the pages of the Bible, a full mastery of the critical attacks, an unwavering conviction that the critical position was wrong, a marvelously clear statement of his argument and an acknowledged high degree of fairness (always quoting the strongest statement he could find of the positions of his foes), he wrote his "Authorship of Deuteronomy.” Hastings, who secured the advanced scholars to present the critical views which seek to revolutionize the belief of eighteen centuries respecting the Bible, wrote that these views could not lay claim to a good title to acceptance until the refutation of Professor McGarvey’s arguments had been achieved. This confession makes us proud of President McGarvey. 


As a Controversialist. 


Permit here a few words about President McGarvey as a controversialist. His critics and some of his friends thought that his method was often most exasperating. I once asked him what he thought of omitting the names of those whose errors he was exposing. His reply reveals the reason for his course. He said: “It is the personal feature which lends piquancy and interest to a discussion.” ‘Besides this, when a man brings error into the arena in propagating his views, those who oppose him have the inalienable right and the paramount duty to expose and refute these errors.” He thought it is morally right to make a man in error responsible for propagating error, and that defenders of truth. fail of their duty if they remain silent when truth is in peril. A peculiarity of style in writing sometimes so belies President McGarvey’s real feelings that he was unjustly accused of personal bitterness. Antagonists who heard him speak, or met him socially and in his home, and who were large enough to accept gracefully an exposure of their ignorance and bad logic, came to esteem him highly. ‘Sometimes, it should be frankly admitted, he was misled by unfair reports of the positions of men whom he reviewed. His openhearted sincerity and freedom from duplicity made him the victim of unworthy men who used him to punish their foes. Sometimes his indignation was profoundly stirred and most forcibly expressed when his confidence had been unworthily obtained 'and wickedly used. He always carefully studied controverted questions, and had an Irishman’s love of contest—so much so, that he never consciously misstated an opponent’s position so as to make his reply plausible and easy. No one who knew him could accuse him of that folly. His mastery of the Scriptures was such, and his thorough acquaintance with the attacks on them, that he earned the reputation among fully qualified judges outside his own religious circle that he was, in the field of Biblical learning, one of the ablest of controversialists. 


The Teacher. 


One paragraph must be devoted to a brief statement of his career as a teacher. Here he came to the sphere of his greatest influence and usefulness. His exceptional clearness of statement of subjects saved so much time that long drawn-out discussions were not needed to put his students in possession of the coveted knowledge. In lectures he had the credit for giving twice the amount of information given by the average lecturer. They were full of accurately verified facts, clearly arranged and expressed in the plainest words. He often, in the familiarity of the classroom, used the vocabulary of colloquial speech. ‘There was no excuse for not getting his meaning. (His students always had the conviction that their teacher 

accepted any statement of the Bible as the final word on any subject of which it treats. He had no compromise to make with speculative guesses. He resolutely rejected them. He never stopped an investigation until he thought he had gone to the bottom of the subject. The greatest debt the Brotherhood owes to him is his great influence through his instruction in his four classes in Sacred History. For forty-five years he enthusiastically labored at this task. He was a master spirit with probably no superior. 



His Religious Life. 

His religious life was beautiful, childlike in its faith, enriched by constant devotional study of the Bible and of Christian hymns. In his study of these his good taste, sane judgment, and full appreciation were very manifest, as his selections, continued for many years for chapel services and recorded on many pages in his chapel notebooks, attest. He never bubbled over in an effervescing enthusiasm for popular hymns, which lacked poetic merit, scriptural sentiment or adaptability for edification. He knew by heart a splendid list of our classic English hymns and they fed ‘his soul. His prayers were the talks of a child to the Father whom he loved and who would gladly grant his requests. Many a man came to a full ‘belief in President McGarvey’s conscious fellowship with God by noting his prayers. ‘Prayer made the darkened clouds withdraw when great burdens rested on his heart. For these aids to spiritual culture his attendance on ‘prayer services was continuous. No great success ever attends minister or church if prayer does not have the first claim on the heart. In fact, the secret of this man’s life lies revealed in the strength of his faith and the child-like simplicity with which he met all the obligations that a very long career laid upon him. 


Future of The College of the Bible. 


With respect to the future of The College of the Bible he talked much, thought profoundly, and prayed constantly.  His ideal for the College is so admirably stated by him in a recent annual report to its Trustees that I quote liberal extracts.


‘He said: “I have on several occasions within the last year publicly announced as my hope and expectation that The College of the Bible shall eventually become the greatest seat of Biblical learning in the world. This may appear to some like an idle dream, but some institution is destined to occupy that high position, and why not ours? The institution which shall occupy this rank shall do so, not as a result of accident, but as the result of strenuous effort wisely directed. It will be the result of ample financial resources supporting a succession of teachers endowed with brains, heart, and industry in no ordinary degree. 


“T have had a conference with my junior colleagues on this subject and have charged them each to select a branch of Biblical learning in which to make himself a specialist and a master, so that in this no man anywhere shall be his superior. They are all young enough, if a goodly length of life shall be granted them; they all have sufficient preparation in a general knowledge of the Bible; and they all have brains enough to accomplish this grand purpose. They have pledged themselves to it and have selected their lines of study. In order that progress toward the final goal may continue after their decease, they are to keep watch for young men in their classes, from year to year, who shall be capable of pushing this high aim still higher, to incite them to it, and to see that all needed aid and encouragement shall be given them. 


“The part which the Board of Trustees will take in pursuit of this great purpose will be to avoid overloading the professors with work in the class-room; to free their minds from distraction in reference to their  financial affairs; to assist, when need be, the young men whom they may select for advanced studies; to elect these to suitable chairs in the college, some of which are yet to be created; and to keep guard incessantly lest any incompetent or unsafe man shall be selected as professor. 


“Tn pursuing this high purpose, no attention is to be paid by either the professors or the governing board to the clamor, often heard, that the age demands this and forbids that. For, within the limits of its work, the college task shall be to teach the age what it ought to demand—to teach the leading minds among the faithful what is the true and right way of the Lord. Certain seats of learning have assumed this task heretofore and have often misled the world. In the coming time, let ours assume it, so that what it demands the age shall demand. Shall not Apostolic Christianity finally triumph in the world? Then, why may not the institution of learning which shall most truly represent and uphold it maintain preeminence among its advocates? 


“In other words, the purpose is that, in the good days of our future, whatever is known or can be known ‘by mortals about the Bible, its contents, and its history, shall be known and taught by the faculty of The College of the Bible; that skepticism, in its present forms and all the protean forms which it will yet assume, shall be here encountered and overthrown; and that students of the Bible from every quarter who wish to add to the Biblical knowledge imparted elsewhere, shall flock to this College for the most thorough information. 


“Tt seems to me that this aim is sufficiently great and lofty to inspire us with enthusiasm, and to keep the flame burning in our successors until the goal shall be reached. I would not venture to place it before you if I did not believe it is also attainable. We have for more than forty years been building on a solid foundation, which has proved itself to be so by results in the lives of many hundreds of ministers trained in the College. The foundation is not to be removed or changed. It is the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Christ himself being the chief cornerstone. We have only to go forward in the ascending way which we have thus far followed, in order to reach the eminence to which I am pointing. My own part in the feeble beginning of this effort will soon terminate, but I trust that, like the patriarchs of old, though I shall not receive the promises, my dying eyes, like theirs, shall see them and greet them from afar. How this appeals to his colleagues as an inspiration to so labor that this ideal may be proximated as the years come. 


Thursday, September 14, 2023

Abandoned, Alone, and Forgotten: Our Cemeteries Are A Glimpse Into Our Past

 
“Cemeteries are like family albums. They commemorate the lives of the people who have gone before us.” – Janice Cooper


I'm going to take a break from my usual "crime" and "tragedy" posts with this blog. Those are the topics that I seem to enjoy so I tend to post more of those than anything else.  But today is going to be a little something different. 

One of the most unrecognized sources of our history is our cemeteries. In fact one of my favorite past times in the spring and fall is to stroll through a cemetery and just look at the monuments.

Almost every grave that is marked has a birth year and a death year. In between those two dates is a "dash" mark.  That dash represents the life that person lived. Who were they? What did they do in their lifetime? To whom were they related? What role did they play in the community? What part of significant events did they play?  What was their day to day life like?  So many questions that you can get from just looking at a gravestone.  But it doesn't end there.

Jot down that person's name. Bring it home and plug it into an internet search engine and see what you can find.  I do this a lot in genealogy research if I think the person is related to me.  But I also will just search some random person if their gravestone just intrigued me for whatever reason.

In our family cemetery there is one stone that just kept puzzling me. The person's last name was a name that is prominent in my family tree. But to my knowledge at the time, I didn't think he was related. I asked my Mom and she didn't know anything about the individual at all.  One day I was at the cemetery and once again I was just drawn to his gravestone. So I came back home and used the internet to see what I could find.  This gentleman had served in World War II, was a Purple Heart recipient, and was considered a  "Hero of World War II."  I would have never known that if I had not researched it.  A World War II hero buried in our family cemetery. And it turns out he was related to me distantly. 

There is another grave in our family cemetery. The occupant of that grave played a role in a historical feud that took place in our county in the late 1800's.  I would not have known  that either if I had not become curious about him and researched it.

Sadly, many of our local cemeteries have become abandoned and forgotten.  I know one  that the gravestones have become completely earth covered. You can find no trace of them even. You would not even know a cemetery was there if you were just walking through the field.  Another cemetery where some of my ancestors are buried  is completely monumentless. There is not a single stone there.  Why? I don't know. Perhaps the families chose that for religious purposes. I don't know.  As a result no one will ever know a cemetery is even there in a few years. Most probably don't know it now even. 

In 2014, Mom and I set out on a journey to find an old abandoned cemetery in our community. We had  both heard about this cemetery our entire lives. But neither of us had been there.  So we set out to find it.  It took two days to find it, but we did.  

The cemetery was out in the woods. It had been completely cut off from any major highway.   The only way to get to it was walk great distances through the woods. No one had been there in decades most likely.  It was a small cemetery with only about eight graves or so. And only three of them were marked.

One of the marked graves, when I researched it, was the grave of a Civil War soldier. If he could speak to us from his grave could you imagine the stories he could tell about his experiences in that war?

The other one was the grave of his son.

The other marked grave was the grave of a stillborn infant. When I did some research I found that he too was distantly related. After he passed, his parents moved to Washington State where they are buried.

I know I've probably rambled more than I've made sense here.  But I encourage you to go stroll through an old forgotten cemetery. Jot down some of the names and then research them. You will be surprised at the history that you can find by doing that.


Tuesday, September 12, 2023

The Most Violent Domestic Murder Case In Kentucky History



A few days ago, I was browsing YouTube when I ran across a video by The Hillbilly Files-Legends and Locations entitled "1946 Kentucky Murder Rampage-Finding Anderson Adkins"


The title alone piqued my interest, so I watched the video.  The video described what would be known as "the most violent domestic murder case in Kentucky's history."


The Courier Journal, Louisville, KY
February 12, 1945


Anderson Adkins was born November 13, 1911 in Pike County, Kentucky. He was  the son of Haze Hayse Adkins and Martha Justice Adkins.


Little is known about Adkins' childhood and upbringing. According to court documents, he married  Elmo Bentley in 1933.  And together they had a child, Jimmy Donald Adkins. They resided in the Marrowbone community in Pike County near their relatives.


In 1942, Adkins and his family moved to Baltimore, Maryland where he worked  in a ship building plant. They returned to Pike County, Kentucky in either the winter of 1943 or early spring of 1944.


At some point the couple began to have marital problems. And in April 1944, Elmo files for divorce.  and for custody of Jimmy. While the divorce suit was pending she goes to Fairfield, Ohio to work in a defense plant. She left Jimmy with her parents, Alexander Fayette Bentley and Belle Coleman Bentley.


Sometime later the divorce was granted to Mrs. Adkins and she was given custody of Jimmy.  However Anderson was given permission to see his child  at least once a week. Anderson would go to the Bentley home, pick up Jimmy, spend the day with him before returning him on Sunday.

Anderson Adkins - photo
on his grave headstone


On February 10, 1945, Anderson goes to pick up Jimmy, but for unknown reasons (at least unknown to me)  the Bentley's refuse to let Jimmy go with Anderson. 


The next afternoon he went to a filling station owned by Orbin and Verna Bentley Long.  Verna was a sister to Anderson's ex-wife Elmo.  There, he purchases some gasoline. Before leaving he tried to persuade Verna to write a letter to her sister Elmo to encourage her to give custody of Jimmy to him. Verna refused stating "I will write her no letter and if I can do anything to prevent it, you won't be seeing Jimmy or Elmo either again." From this point on, Anderson claims that he remembers nothing until he was arrested a few hours later.


Evidence was presented by the Commonwealth proving that Adkins did in fact purchase the gas from Verna. And as she was standing beside his car conversing with him, he drew a pistol and shot her.  She ran toward the rear of the car. Adkins exits the car and continued to fire his gun.  In the meantime an automobile had driven up and stopped just behind Adkins' car.  The car, occupied by Mr. & Mrs. Bryce Childers and their small daughter.  One of the bullets fired by Anderson passed through the windshield of the Childers' car and struck the little girl.


Mr. & Mrs. Earl Johnson were passing the gas station in their truck as the shooting was occurring. They saw Adkins shoot Verna. Verna fell to the pavement. Adkins walked up to her body and struck her with his gun.  He then reloaded the gun, got in his car, and drove to the home of Bill Goff about 1/2 mile away.


Adkins walks to the door of the Goff home with his pistol in hand. Mrs. Goff opened the door. Adkins asked for her husband and was told that Mr. Goff had gone up the road. However Mr. Goff was in the house listening to the radio. Adkins responded to Mrs. Goff "I hope I meet him; I will get him and I will get old Fayette", meaning Fayette Bentley, the father of his ex-wife.


Adkins confessed to Mrs. Goff that he had killed Verna Long.  There was proof that he also had attempted to shoot Goff a few weeks before, and there was evidence to convince the jury that he was angry at Goff because he believed Goff had some part in Adkins' separation from his wife.


Adkins leaves the Goff residence and drives back  in the direction of the gas station where the body of Verna was still lying in the road.  As he approached the home of Mr. & Mrs. Tom Johnson, which was located almost straight across the road from the gas station, he applied his brakes. Due to the high rate of speed that he was driving, the car swerved, went over an embankment and stopped in a ditch.


The Johnsons and their son-in-law, Ed Burgess, had heard the shooting and had  gone out to see what had happened. When Adkins ran into the ditch, they started back toward their house. Mr. Johnson went around the house. Adkins followed with pistol in hand and overtook Mrs. Johnson just as she reached  the front steps.


Mrs. Johnson said "Anderson, I have never harmed you, what are you coming up here for?"  Adkins replied, "Oh yes you have, I have come to get you," and immediately started firing. Another witness testified that Anderson responded to Mrs. Johnson, "damn you I am going to get even with you." 


Three bullets struck Mrs. Johnson - one in the breast, one in the back, and one near her right eye. She died instantly.


This same day, Attorney A.E. Auxier and his wife were driving from Pikeville to Elkhorn City. They reached the Long gas station just after the shooting of Mrs. Johnson. He saw the body of a woman lying in the road. He drove his car onto the berm of the road and stopped.


Mr. Auxier observed a car in the ditch a short distance down the road and saw Adkins across the road from the ditched car loading his pistol.  Adkins then approached the Auxier car and said "I have to have this car."  The Auxiers got out of the car. Adkins told them to stand back. He then got into the car, said "I will do the driving" and drove off.


Adkins was next seen on Harless Creek where he drives to the home of Mr. and Mrs. Burton Bentley, brother of Adkins' ex-wife Elmo. Burton was not at home but his wife Thelma and their baby were.  Adkins rushed into the house with gun in hand, and, when told that Burton was not at home, said "I will let him do a little suffering, he is not here."  


Adkins then opened fire on Mrs. Bentley, shooting her in the breast. She ran into the next room where her baby was in a crib.  Adkins shot her a second time, striking her in the arm. She sinks to the floor. Adkins shot her again, this time in the head. He then kicked her three times and then left.  Mrs. Bentley recovered but was totally blind from the shot to the head.


Adkins then drove to the home of Clarence & Mella Bentley Blackburn. Mella was a sister to Adkins' ex-wife Elmo.  Adkins opened their door and walked into the dining room where the Blackburns were sitting at the dinner table.  Mrs. Blackburn testified that Adkins came in with his hand in his right pocket. and said "I have come after you and your mother both. What have you to say?" He walked around and put his pistol to Mella's back. Clarence knocked the gun down. Adkins then shot Clarence once in the chest. He raised the gun at him again. Clarence responded "Anderson, don't do that, you have shot me through."  Adkins shot Clarence again in the chest.


Mella jumped between them and a struggle between the three of them began. Finally, Clarence got the gun. He ran toward the door with it. He  then threw the gun into the creek and then collapsed and died.  Clarence died within thirty minutes of being shot.


Adkins left the Blackburn home. Before he reached the main highway, he overtook a  truck which had  stalled and blocked the road.  The truck belonged to Shannon Sawyers, who testified that Adkins was driving pretty fast. Sawyers testified that he went to see what the trouble was that they couldn't let Adkins by. At this time Adkins was standing near the back of the truck that was broke down. Adkins said "for mercy's sake, unblock me, I'm in a hurry, I want to get by." Adkins then said "they will follow me."  Adkins then helped them push the truck out of the way.


Adkins  then drove back down the main highway past the Long gas station and onto the Lavisa Fork of the Big Sandy River. A truck occupied by Scott Blackburn and his wife overtook Adkins. Adkins asked Blackburn to take him to Hayes Justice's store which was located at the foot of the mountain about 400 yards up the road.  Hayes Justice was Adkins' cousin.


While in the truck, Adkins told the Blackburns that he had just killed four people - Orbin Long's wife, a Johnson woman, a Blackburn, and a Bentley.


Adkins got out of the truck and went into the store where he had a short conversation with his cousin Hayes Justice.  He left the store and started up  the mountain toward the Virginia state line.


Two highway patrolmen, Tony Robinette and T.S. Saulisbury arrived a few minutes later and gave chase to Adkins. They overtook him about three miles from the store.  He started to run but Robinette fired several shots from his pistol and Adkins then surrendered to the officers. 



Adkins told the officers that he had killed four or five people and begged the officers to shoot him and leave him in the mountains.  As they were coming off the hill the officers asked Anderson if he realized what he had done and he said yes, that he had killed four or five people and that would be a lesson to them to keep their bills out of his business. 


With Adkins in custody, on February 12, 1945 Circuit Judge R. Monroe Fields ordered the Pike County Circuit Grand Jury to reconvene the next day to consider charges against him.


On Thursday, February 15, 1945 indicted Adkins on three counts of murder and two indictments  of malicious shooting. He was also indicted on a charge of armed robbery in the theft of the car.  He was held in the Pike County jail without bond pending his arraignment that was scheduled for the following week.


On Friday, February 16, 1945, Adkins plead innocent of the charges and Circuit Judge R. Monroe Fields set the trial for February 28, 1945. Adkins requested a change of venue for the trial on the grounds that he could not get a fair trial. The Judge refused to grant that change of venue.


On March 1, 1945 Judge Fields moved the trial date to March 22. Adkins' attorney stated he needed more time to prepare for the trial.


A newly summoned panel of 200 jurors were to be ready for the trial. The jury ended up consisting of all males.


from the Courier-Journal
Louisville, KY
February 15, 1945

On the witness stand, Adkins declared that his mind had "snapped" prior to the slayings and said that he could recall nothing of the shootings. Defense attorney E.J. Picklesimer told the jury of family troubles prior to the slayings and that Adkins had been brooding because he believed that his in-laws were responsible for the break up of his marriage. 

Adkins professed his love for his ex-wife and broke down and wept as he told of unsuccessful efforts to get her to come back to him. and of his attempts to gain custody of his son Jimmy. Adkins said he blamed the Bentley family, his wife's relatives, for her refusal to return to him.


Adkins related that on the night preceding the shootings, he had gone to the home of his mother-in-law with whom Jimmy had been living but had been denied permission to visit his son.  He stated that the next day he drove to see Mrs. Long (his ex-wife's sister) to ask her to write a letter to his wife.  She refused, after which, Adkins said, "My mind snapped and everything went blank."


The trial, which was for the murder of Adkins' sister-in-law Verna Long, ended with Adkins  being found guilty and sentenced to life in prison. Neither the defendant, nor his ex-wife showed any emotion as the verdict was read. Their son Jimmy showed little concern as well as he read a comic book during the proceedings. 


This was just the beginning of Adkins' legal troubles.  He still had other trials to go.  He would go on trial again  in May for the murder of  Mrs. Johnson. 


The jury was selected on May 22, 1945 and  the trial was scheduled to actually begin the following day.


During this  trial Adkins told the jury that shortly before the shootings that he had suffered a head injury at work at the shipyard in Baltimore. But during cross examination, Adkins admitted that he had lost no work due to injury.


For the murder of Mrs. Johnson, the jury deliberated less than two hours before convicting Adkins of first-degree murder and sentenced him to death. Just as in the first trial, neither Adkins or his ex-wife showed any emotion as the verdict and sentencing was read.


Judge Fields overruled a defense motion to set aside the verdict and  grant a new trial, and set the execution date for August 17, 1945 at Eddyville penitentiary.   The defense stated that the case would be appealed.


In November 1945, the Court of Appeals affirmed Adkins' death penalty.  Adkins refused to appeal the case again and the execution date was set for March 15, 1946. Governor Simeon Willis informed the counsel for the defendant that he would take no action.


In the early morning hours of March 15, 1946 Anderson Adkins was lead to the electric chair according to Warden Gug Tuggle.


Due to his execution, Adkins never stood trial for the remainder of the cases.


Adkins' ex-wife Elmo remarried , this time to Elwood Tomlinson. She passed away in 1994 and is buried in Marietta, Georgia.


As for Jimmy, well he went on to live a long life.  He married Ruby Ann Luster Adkins. He served in the Air Force and then his entire career was spent at Lockheed as an electronic technician. He passed away in 2018 and is buried in Marietta, Georgia.

Additional Information:  Much of this information came from the video "1946 Kentucky Murder Rampage-Finding Anderson Adkins."  AND from part of the court proceedings, found in the blog "Diggin'  Up Bones"



Sunday, September 10, 2023

Remembering A Kentucky Hero

This won't be a long blog. But I still wanted to  take the time to remember a Kentucky hero, Edward Thomas Earhart.



A native of Morehead, KY, Edward was born May 14, 1975 a son of the late Thomas Edward Earhart and Charlotte June Thomas Earhart, both of whom passed away in 2014.


Edward Thomas Earhart was the only military casualty from Kentucky to die in the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks on the United States.


Petty Officer First Class Earhart was an aerographer’s mate in the U.S. Navy. He served on ships around the globe, helping vessels navigate around sea ice, before being stationed at the Pentagon. In his work, he forecasted weather for the Joint Chiefs of Staff, informing them of conditions for naval exercises which affect ships and air traffic involving aircraft carriers.


On September 11, 2001, Ed was scheduled to be on vacation but reported to work at the Pentagon to help a colleague. He was killed when a portion of the Pentagon was hit by one of the hijacked commercial jetliners used in the terrorist attack. Ed was 26 years old.


After his funeral, Ed’s coworkers signed a white U.S. Navy hat, commonly called a “Dixie cup,” and presented it to his family as a symbol of love and support. The hat is now on display at the 9/11 Memorial Museum.


Edward Thomas Earhart is buried in the Hamilton Cemetery in the Christy community of Rowan County, Kentucky. He is memorialized at the National 9/11 Pentagon Memorial in Arlington, Virginia.


Even though we were from the same town, I didn't know Edward. I knew some of his family though. And I'm forever grateful for his service and sacrifice to our nation.

(Bio courtesy of Sam Terry)

Wednesday, September 6, 2023

Floyd Williams: A True Story of The First Hanging in Wolfe County, Kentucky

 Of all the historical research I have done, and of all the blogs and books that I have written, I don't think one has ever affected me like the subject  matter of this one. 

As I was transcribing this article from the newspaper, for the first time ever I felt like I was telling the story through the eyes of the perpetrator.  And his story is very sad and unfortunate.  

On June 21, 1884 Floyd Williams of Wolfe County, Kentucky shot and killed Payton "Pate" Stricklin.

For this crime, Floyd was sentenced to hang.  Here is the newspaper report, diligently transcribed here:

"Floyd Williams Will Be Hung By The Neck Until Dead"

On Friday, July 3d for the Murder of W. Peyton Stricklin
 on the 21st Day of June, 1884


The trial of Floyd Williams, for the murder of Peyton Stricklin on the 21st of last June, occupied most of the term of the Wolfe circuit court last week, the case being called on Wednesday and concluded on Saturday morning with a verdict of guilty. The evidence of guilt, though only circumstantial, was very strong.


 Williams, who was in the employ of Stricklin, the evening before attended a shooting match at the blacksmith shop of George Miller, and while there had some words with Stricklin in regard to a settlement. Mr Miller acted as adjuster of the claim and the trouble was apparently settled, the understanding being that Williams owed Stricklin one and a half days work.  After the shooting match had ended Stricklin went off, and Williams lingered about the shop some time. While there he took a rifle gun, the property of Robt Lindon, who had left it with Miller to be repaired, and with which Williams had been shooting during the afternoon, and removed it to a corner of the shop.  The act excited no suspicion at the time, but the next morning, when the report went out that Stricklin had been shot from the bushes while plowing in his corn field, the people in the neighborhood turned out to find the murderer.  Geo Miller, upon going to his shop, missed the gun,j and remembering that he had seen Williams remove it the evening before, at once suspected him of the theft of it.


 Judge George Carson had been attracted to the house of the murdered man by the report of his death, and taking Emory James and Geo Miller, they went to where Stricklin had fell, looking for a clue to the murder. They found the bresh broken at a fence near by, where the murderer had concealed himself in wait for his victim, and looking about, discovered tracks. They followed these tracks, faint at first, until they were finally rewarded by finding a perfect impression of both shoes, upon which were patches.  They pursued the trail, which led to the house of Williams mother, and thence to Stricklins. There they found several persons gathered together, among them Floyd Williams.  Judge Carson stepped into the kitchen, where Williams was talking with the deceased man's wife, and remarked, "That was a bad affair Floyd; you and Pate had a quarrel yesterday evening."" Yes," Williams replied, "but it didn't amount to anything." Judge Carson replied "I think it amounted to a good deal; Pates killed." "Yes and I expect they will accuse me of it but all I want is a fair trial," replied Williams. Judge Carson had, in the meantime, looked at Williams' shoes, and discovered that they were patched to correspond with the tracks he had traced and measured. He therefore placed him (Williams) under arrest and started for Hazel Green.


 Geo Miller, in whose custody the gun had been, demanded it of Williams, and was told that he knew nothing of it. Bob Lindon, the owner of the gun, and the first one to arrive at the house after the murder, hearing that the gun was missing and what had happened at the shop the evening before, threatened to kill Williams, who, becoming alarmed, told someone to "Tell Bob Lindon if he will jist keep quiet he shall have his gun before twenty-four hours." 


Coming to Hazel Green the posse with Williams in charge met his mother, and he and his mother had some conversation. During this conversation, which none of them heard, Floyd was seen to motion with his hand.  Two men, Robt Rose and  H .C. Nickell, seeing him, concluded to watch his mother, and did so. She went in the direction indicated by her son and appeared to be hunting diligent for something.  She started away, hesitated, and again returned to hunt, but finally abandoned the search. Her watchers, however, took up the hunt close to the place where she abandoned it, and were rewarded by finding the gun, shot pouch and powder flask concealed by the side of a log under some leaves. As soon as it was known that the gun had been found, Williams' mother went to them and demanded it, but of course did not get it.  Williams subsequently asked one of the guards in charge, "If I should confess and prove threats from Stricklin, what difference would it make?" 


The foregoing was about the evidence elicited on his trial, and the jury in accordance with the testimony found him guilty and fixed his punishment at death.


 The prosecution was ably represented by Hon Wick Kendall, Col. L.M. Day, Ed. C. Orear, Esqr., and JB White, commonwealth's attorney pro tem. The defense had Judge Lykins, Judge Riddell, and Jos. C.  Lykins, Esqr., as representatives, who did all they could to save the prisoners life by lessening the penalty, while the lawyers for the prosecution did their best to hang him.


 It was the first prosecution Mr. Orear was ever engaged in, and old lawyers were heard to say that "it was a masterly effort."


Judge Cooper sentenced the prisoner to be hanged on Fridav the 3rd day of July next.  He was moved to tears in doing so, and convinced all that, though compelled to do so, it was a duty he reluctantly performed.


It is reported that Stricklin's wife has been indicted for complicity, and the opinion obtains that she is really the guiltier of the two, although the evidence before the jury in no way implicated her. Williams will be the first man ever hung in Wolfe County." 

- copied and transcribed from the Hazel Green Herald, Hazel Green, KY, May 6, 1885.


NOTE: Mrs. Stricklin was convicted in July 1885, and was sentenced to 99 years in prison.

clipped from the New York Times, July 21, 1885.




On June 29, 1885, Williams was granted a reprieve by the Governor, respiting him until Friday, September 4, 1885. 

On Wednesday, September 2, 1885, the Hazel Green Herald in Hazel Green, KY published Williams' death warrant. I've included that article here. 





On Friday, September 4, 1885, Floyd Williams was lead to the gallows.  I will once again let the Hazel Green Herald tell the story here:


FLOYD WILLIAMS PAYS THE PENALTY OF THE CRIME OF STRICKLINES MURDER

 By Death Upon The Gallows at Campton On Friday September 4th, 1885. His Confession Is Full

 Floyd Williams was hung at Campton on Friday last for the murder of Pate Stricklin on the 21st day of June 1885.  Sheriff Center and his guard arrived from Mt. Sterling just about dusk Thursday evening, bringing the condemned man, who has been in jail at that place since the death sentence was passed upon him. The people, many of whom were on hand to witness the execution next day, rushed to see him while the guard awaited the coming of Jailer Creech.  Only a few, however, succeeded in shaking hands with him before the jailer arrived, among them The Herald man, in reply to whose inquiry as to the prisoners health, Floyd replied that he felt as well as he ever did in his life, and he certainly looked the picture of health, while a smile played around his mouth.

 After supper we received a message from him, asking us to bring him a copy of his confession. One was taken him, and after reading it carefully he stated that it was correct. He asked for a cigar, and we handed him one, when he intimated that he was ready to be interviewed.  We asked him how he felt about the part he was to play in the drama next day, and he replied "Death can come only once to any man; I die tomorrow and another may die next day. The only difference is that one man may die in bed, another be shot, while I shall die upon the gallows." He said he felt as sure that he would pass into another and better world as he did that we were then reclining upon the mattress in the jail; that he had prayed to God as he best knew how, and that while upon his knees, and while  Rev. J.R. Deering, of Mt. Sterling, was praying with him in the jail at that place the night before, he had been pardoned of his sins.  He looked it. His face shone with gladness. He apparently looked forward to the coming day as one of much joy. He thanked us for The Herald, which we had sent him every week since he was captured at this place last spring.  After handing him some more cigars, we remarked that he would perhaps not feel like sleep, and the cigars would help console him. To our surprise, he replied that he would sleep as soundly that night as he ever had. We then, accompanied by Rev. W.L. Stamper withdrew, bidding him a pleasant night's rest. He thanked us and asked us to call again in the morning. He reminded Rev. Mr. Stamper that he wished to be baptized next morning at 9 o'clock. Thus we left him.  On Friday morning he ate very heartily of a choice breakfast furnished him by the jailer and spent some time in reading his testament. At about 9:30 o'clock A.M., Rev. W.L. Stamper had him taken to Swift's Camp Creek, and he there baptized him by immersion, while the crowd rendered appropriate vocal music. He was returned to the jail, and just before 1 o'clock the sheriff's guard formed, and he was brought out.

 The procession was headed by two guards, then came Sheriff Center, Floyd Williams, and  Rev. W.L. Stamper, who were immediately followed by Hon. J.M. Kash and Spencer Cooper of The Herald, then the main body of the sheriff's guard, commanded by Charley Cardwell and Buck Combs of Breathitt, marched in order and kept the immense throng from crowding the procession and the prisoner. When only a few steps from the jail, however, the mother and sister of the prisoner broke through the guard and fell upon his neck, at the same time giving vent to their grief in cries of distress and anguish. For a moment those nearest were paralyzed with surprise, but Sheriff Center quickly seeing the situation, feelingly called to the guard, and the two women were removed. The prisoner then turned partially around and handed a pocketknife through the guard line to someone, with the request that it be given to his father. Again he brought out of his pocket a small purse and a piece of plug tobacco, and handed them to someone. No other incident was noted until he passed into the enclosure which surrounded the gallows, about a quarter of a mile from the jail, when he mounted the steps two at a time leading to the platform upon which he was to make his farewell speech. A few persons whom he had chosen then took position with the sheriff and others on the rear end of the platform, and sung "Jesus Keep me Near the Cross," which he selected, and in the singing of which he joined. The hymn ended, Rev. W.L. Stamper offered up a prayer, and the sheriff immediately afterward informed the prisoner that he might speak to the people. Williams then walked to the corner of the scaffold and made a short speech to the crowd, about 4000 persons, requesting the people to abstain from the use of intoxicating drinks; to let cards and lewd women alone, and quit carrying pistols.  He reminded young men present that those were the principal causes of his trouble --of the death he was soon to die-- and begged them to let such things alone. He said he had been forgiven and hoped to meet them in heaven.  Asking their prayers, he bade them all farewell, turned and walked to where the sheriff stood, and told him he was ready. That official then began to adjust the noose about the prisoner’s neck, and many looked to see him break down; but in that they were disappointed.  He was as composed as though it were his happiest moment in life; not a muscle was seen to move; his countenance did not change.  Thus he appeared when the black cap was adjusted and his face was hid from view.  The Sheriff wishing him to step upon the trap, he moved up.  His arms were then tied and his legs pinioned.  All being ready, Sheriff Center at 22 minutes past 1 o'clock, stepped up to the lever, gave on look at the poor, doomed man, and exclaiming in a voice mixed with emotion, "Floyd, you must go; may God receive your soul," pulled the lever.  A crash of the falling trap was succeeded by the stillness of death-- all that was mortal of Floyd Williams hung suspended by a seven-eighth cotton rope just below the level of the scaffold, while the people breathed a prayer that his soul had found rest with the God who gave it .

The crowd quickly dispersed, and the physicians present, Drs.  J.H. Stamper and A. Congleton, of Campton; Drs. J.B. Taulbee, J.Mason Kash and F.M. Thomas, of Hazel Green; Dr. Moore of Frenchburg, and a Doctor from Stanton, pronounced life extinct at the expiration of 17 minutes.  The body was then cut down, and placed in a plain, neat coffin.  His neck was broken by the fall.  In compliance with the last wish of Williams, the Sheriff delivered his body to his father, Jeptha Williams, who had it buried on Holly on Saturday morning, a few friends being present at the obsequies. 

- copied and transcribed from the Hazel Green Herald, Hazel Green, KY, September 9, 1885.


At the very beginning I shared the newspaper article describing the crime and stating the verdict.  But there was so much more to the story, at least according to Floyd Williams.

It is not often that you get a genuine, truthful, confession from a perpetrator of a crime.  But having read his confession, I honestly believe that he was being very truthful.  And I believe that he was very remorseful and sorrowful for his crime.  His confession was very heartbreaking to read.  It was published as part of the same article as the above one:

HIS PICTURE AND CONFESSION 




Standing as I do, viewing the rapid and solemn approach of death, I feel it to be an imperative duty that I owe to God to make a full confession of the heinous crime I have committed. I realize fully that if any untrue statement wore to be made by me that God would bring me into account for it.  I make this confession knowing that Goi will not look upon sin with the least decree of allowance, the shadows of death falling upon me and the eternal rewards after death.
 
I was born and principally raised in Breathitt County, Ky.  I would be 22 years old on the 24th of July next.  My opportunities have been limited. I never went to school but three months. My parents did all they could to get me to go to school, church, etc., but all their entreaties were worthless upon me. I attribute my sad condition in a measure to disobedience to parents. Had I taken their advice, instead of being incarcerated in jail, I might have been as free as heaven’s pure atmosphere, or the limpid waters of my own native hills. When I was 9 years of age, family troubles caused me to leave the parental roof, arid go out into this cold-hearted world to do for myself. Unfortunately, being associated with boys of immoral habits, I formed a thirst for strong drink, and this thirst grew upon me until I became a drunkard.  But when under the influence of intoxicating liquors I was always harmless, feeling kindly towards all; and if previous troubles existed, when under the spell of intoxication, I always made it a point, if I had done wrong, to make reparation as far as possible. I would say to all young men “Shun the flowing bowl.”

 My employment has been principally that of a farmer. When in the employ of anyone, I always did what I could for their interest and satisfaction.  In the year 1882 my mother and I, together with two brothers and a sister, moved to Gillmore Creek, Wolfe County, and lived that year upon the farm of Joseph D. Graham.  During that time, I was unable to do anything scarcely, inasmuch as my dissipated habits had brought about a trouble that rendered me perfectly useless. In addition to disobedience to parents and drunkenness I formed an attachment for lewd and vile women, which precipitated me into a state that nerved me for the act for which I now languish. Had it not been for association with the lewd and vile, I today would be a free man. The next year, being 1883, my mother moved to Lacy Creek and lived upon the farm of John D. Rose. While there, I met for the first time with Mrs. Stricklin, at her house at a party, and owing to certain overtures from her, she and I became very intimate. This intimacy continued for about 8 months, during which time we were concocting plans by which we might get rid of Stricklin. Her first plan was to poison him, and ratsbane, as she supposed, was secured and put in his coffee, but it did not have the desired effect; so I am of the opinion that the stuff was not ratsbane, or if it was, that she failed to put in enough of it.

 She then proposed to make him drunk, and while in a state of intoxication, she would knock him in the head with an ax and then report that I had killed him in self- defense.  When she made this proposition, I told her that I would not have anything to do with a thing of that kind, feeling at that time that it would be wrong to take such undue advantage of anyone. After abandoning that plan, he came home one night while I was at his house and found me lying on his bed. He was very drunk, having been to Hazel Green, and rushing upon me, drew his revolver and snapped it twice while pointed at my breast. I then asked him what he meant, and he replied “I mean to kill you.”

 Mrs. Stricklin jumped up and pushed me out at the door saying “Leave or he will kill you.” She then said to me, “Where is your revolver?” I told her it was at my mother’s. If I had of had my revolver that night I would have killed him. I went to mother’s that night. After receiving such treatment at his hands, I was still not fully persuaded to kill him. Next day I hired to work for John D. Rose. About a week after that Pate came there and tried to get me to go and work for him. I told him I could not do it, for we could not get along together.  He went back home and sent his wife to see me. She asked me to come back and work for “Pate,” as she always called him, adding that she did not want me to go off. At that time, I was talking of leaving.  After listening for a time to her flattering words, I went back with her.

I then worked for him long enough to raise 400 bushels of coal.  We were to divide the coal equally. This he did not do, for I only got 10 cents worth of cartridges. He proposed that his wife should pay me for the coal in her accustomed way. Against this I entered my solemn protest. We then had another trouble at his house in which he threatened to kill me if I ever came inside his premises.

I left and went back to my mother’s and hired to work for John Rose again. I put up fencing for Mr. Rose, and one day while I was at work, Stricklin came to me and told me that he had done me wrong, and that he wanted me to come back and work for him.  I told him that it was useless to talk to me about it, for I was not going to work for him anymore.

He went back home and again sent his wife to see me.  I told her that “Pate” and I could not get along together, and if I went back he would kill me or I would kill him, and that I did not want to hurt him. She went back home, and the next evening he came again, and told me that he wanted to give me a chance to make something and would rent me a piece of ground.  My reply was:

“Pate, you and I have come very nearly killing each other two or three times, and I fear if I were to go to work for you that one or the other of us would be killed.”

But, after his repeatedly promising that he would do me right, I told him to go on home and I would come that evening and see him.  I went according to promise.  Pate seemed glad to see me, and he and his wife took me out and showed me the field that he proposed renting me.  While out in the field he asked me if I was not afraid of him, and I told him “only in one way,” that was that he would beat me out of something; and then he said if I feared anything of that kind, we would draw writings and let Rev. James Little hold them.  We did so. The day I went there I bought a hog from George Miller, and Pate was to furnish me corn to fatten it with, and I was to give him a day’s work for each bushel of corn I got. The hog was fattened according to agreement, and I killed it, but he took the meat and put it in the smokehouse and would not let me have any of it. We then had a few words, when we drew our revolvers, and had it not been for his wife and John Whisman, one or the other of us would have been killed.

I went and cleared off the ground, put it in corn and worked it over the first time, when he claimed that I had not cleared off the ground according to contract, telling me that I should not work any more at it.  This was the evening before I killed him. He and I went to George Miller’s blacksmith shop, and there we had another trouble. After the trouble had been settled he started home, and I told him “I would give him the corn to find him out.”

After he returned home his wife came to me while I was at George Miller’s sitting on the yard fence, and told me that Pate was aiming to kill me next morning.  I told her I guessed she was mistaken, and she replied that he said hie aimed to kill me if he lived. She then asked me if I was going to kill him, and I said to her, “Yes, I am.”  She then said “If you ever aim to do it now is the time, for he aims to kill you.” 

 I told her to go on back home, and that he would be killed sometime next day. I stayed at George Miller’s until about dark, and then I went down to the blacksmith shop, took the gun out through a crack, and taking it above Mr. Miller’s house, hid it in a fence corner.  I slept upstairs at George Miller’s house that night.  The next morning, while I was putting on my shoes, the clock struck 5. I went and got the gun and then went up the “Lige Branch,” as it is called, which heads up against the corn field where he was killed.  When I got about half way up the branch, fearing that the gun would not fire, I shot it off, the bullet penetrating a small beech tree that stood on the bank of the branch.  After firing the gun I found that I did not have any more bullets, and so I studied for quite a while how I should manage. I started back down the branch after debating the matter in my mind for a time. I then stopped, and putting my hand in the right hand pocket of my pants, I found a pistol ball that I had carried for some time. I put the ball in my mouth and chewed it until it was perfectly round, and then loaded my gun again. I then proceeded to the field where he was aiming to work that day and took my position in the corner of the fence and waited until he came up where his plow was. He hitched bis horse and put the line on his hand “clucked” to the horse, and then I fired the fatal shot that sent his soul into eternity, and for which I am to be hung on the 3d day of July. After I shot him I laid in the same place and same position about one half an hour. His wife and little girl were in about ten steps of him when I shot him.

 I then started in the direction of my mother’s, and when I reached the branch that I went up, I hid the gun behind a log. After reaching home I stayed there until about 9 o’clock, when I, together with John Rose, John Whisman, and my brother, went over to Stricklin’s house. There met my gaze the man that I had killed, and the feelings that came over me I cannot describe! When I stepped into the house there were 15 or 20 persons in the room, and they all gave me such a look that I was thoroughly convinced that they believed me to be guilty.  The reader has doubtless heard it said that “a guilty conscience needs no accuser.”  This I know to be true, from experience.  Being conscious of the magnitude of the crime I had committed, I believed that the people could read guilt upon my countenance.

Mrs. Stricklin then motioned me to come into the kitchen.  This I did. Then she told me to be careful how I talked; and giving me a bottle , she told me to go to Elsberry Little’s and get a quart of brandy.  I made a quick trip, and on my return, I was arrested and put under a guard consisting of seven men, Robert Rose, Henry Nickell, Fielden Cox, James Little, Robert Lindon, Henry Stamper, and Leander Brooks.

After we left Sricklin’s we went to George Miller’s shop, and Miller ran out with a large navy pistol cocked on me, and told me to tell where that gun was that I got out of the shop. My reply was that “I know nothing of the gun,” hoping, of course, to get out of the trouble I had gotten into.  The guard took the pistol from him and kept him from doing me any harm, for which I take this method of thanking them; but I must say that they did not treat me as a prisoner out to have been treated.  They tied me with a rope, put a chain around my leg, and fastened me to a bed-post, as though I was a ferocious animal, and not a human being.  This, added to the enormity of the crime that I had committed, made my condition a bad one.  But I forgive them all and hope they will never treat another prisoner as they treated me.

I had an examining trial and was held over without bond, whereupon I was taken to the Mt. Sterling jail, where I was penned up for ten long months.  The months seemed like years to me, and the mental torture that I had to undergo will take the arithmetic of eternity to tell.

During the ten months prior to my final trial Monteville Hatfield, William F. Caskey and myself concocted a plan by which we removed a solid stone in the wall, making a place sufficiently large, through which we passed out, and scaled the high wall surrounding the jail, and made good, as we supposed, our escape; but Hatfield and myself were recaptured and placed in jail again.

I want to return my thanks to Marshals Day and Punch and Mr. Watson for the kind and benevolent treatment I received at their hands.

 I was taken to Campton; had my final trial, and was sentenced to death. I was forced into trial without having two of my most important witnesses present. The sentence was a hard one, but I shall endeavor to bear up under it like a man. It looks hard for one to be cut off so early in life, from all its sweets and pleasures, but be it so. “God does all things well.”

The reader will observe the four downward steps in my short history: first, disobedience to parents; second, bad company; third, drunkenness, and fourth, a fondness for bad women. These, as a general thing, go together, and the result, if not exactly like mine, is always fearful. I trust my sad, and to me unfortunate fate, will be a warning to all young men. If I could but recall the past how different would my course be! But the die is cast and I am only waiting to be pushed off from friends and the associations of other days by a shameful death on the gallows. My father and mother gave me good advice, and they are in no way responsible for my conduct. I had a disposition to do as I pleased, which has brought others, together with myself, to a debauched and wretched end. O! that the innocence of childhood was again mine! When I think of the past, look to the future and see the gallows, and on beyond the of time and space to the Judgement, my heart bleeds within me , and I instinctively recoil, and would - were it possible- pray to be swept off by a decree of annihilation. But this cannot be. I must die, and then stand before the great Judge of the earth. O! my soul, be on thy guard and O! God, hear my prayer! I do not see how I am to meet my doom, notwithstanding I have become hardened by crime, and have in the past cared very little for anything. But let the stoutest heart see danger ahead, especially death, and it will, of necessity, be convulsed and tremble under the apprehension of danger. But I can say in the language of the sacred poet:

Show pity Lord, O! Lord forgive, 

Let a repenting rebel live;

Are not Thy mercies large and free,

May not a sinner trust in Thee?”

 I am not prepared to die: but I know God is a God of love, and not willing that any should perish but rather all would turn and live. I mean, God being my helper, to be prepared when the fearful crisis comes.

 Now, as the time of my execution is at hand, I say to all my friends “Farewell.” Soon this well wrought frame of mine must sleep in the cold embrace of death, and my spirit fly to other worlds. Oh God, may it rest in Thy bosom, secure from all the storms and persecutions of life. Shun as you would a deadly serpent, the past habits of my life, and let the little mound that shall sit quietly over my sleeping dust be a warning to you.

 To my father, mother, brothers and sisters: it breaks my heart to say that word that must separate us until the last loud trump shall sound.  – “Farewell.” God knows I love you and would love to live to enjoy your company, but the inevitable has come.  I am heartily sorry for bringing this sad disgrace upon you.  But my only hope is in God. Try to live in such a way as that we may meet in a better world than this. O! If I had died when I was young: then you could have pointed to the graces of my childhood its worthy of imitation.  If, after coming to the years of maturity, I had died in defense of the right, then you could have pointed to my death with hearts swelling with gratitude for my heroic valor. If I had died at my post of duty, doing what I could to make the world better by having lived in it, then you could have referred, with no small degree of pleasure, to my efforts.  But as it is I die all covered with shame and disgrace, and you can only refer to me as a murderer and having met one of the most shameful deaths known to the world. But will not God wipe out the dark spots on my character and “Make me whiter than snow,” and when I die take me to rest in the lap of Peace? Farewell! FAREWELL!

FLOYD WILLIAMS

- copied and transcribed from the Hazel Green Herald, Hazel Green, KY, September 9, 1885.


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