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The Life Of Elizabeth Frances Bartlett Allred
(Story told to her grandson, Carl Floyd Stamps, written April 26, 1949)
Contributed by : Janell & Johnnie Allred of Knob Noster, MO

(Family line: Solomon, John, Jonathan, John who married Elizabeth Bartlett,
author of this story)

It seems that since the beginning of time man has constantly moved his
civilization westward. Society is indebted to those individuals of each
generation who seek new frontiers and environments for themselves and their
families. This is a story about one of those individuals, William Turner
Bartlett, who spurned security and position in an established community in
quest of new environments for himself and his family. This story is told by
my grandmother, Mrs. John Allred, and aged and venerated lady today, who
some eighty years ago was a little girl moving about the county with a
pioneering father:

My story begins with the birth of my father, William Turner Bartlett,
September 30, 1832, near the little town of Lewisburg, Tennessee. Father
was one of eleven children born to Sarus and Elizabeth Redford Bartlett. He
was born of parents who were of the old southern aristocracy and proud of
it. He was reared in an environment greatly influenced by his family and
relatives.

Father was a little man of five feet six inches height and never weighed
more than one hundred forty pounds. He had dark hair and disarming blue
eyes, and for as long as I can remember, he wore a beard. What he lacked in
stature he seemed to make up in energy and spirit. His appearance was such
that you never seemed to notice his smallness of stature.

My mother, Elizabeth Brown Bartlett, was a tall red headed woman. She was
energetic and ambitious, and she too had an adventurous spirit. She was an
excellent housekeeper and took great pride in the appearance of herself and
her family.

The moving that was evenutally to take my family into four states over a
period of two decades, began sometime in the late fifties. Father and
Mother moved from Lewisburg to somewhere in Illinois soon after their
marriage in 1856. They were living there at the outbreak of the Civil War,
but then they hurriedly returned home from the land of the "Federals".

They lived in the vicinity of Lewisburg, Tennessee, during the war. Father
made two unsuccessful attempt to enlist his services in the Confederate
Army. He was disappointed and dissatisfied at not being able to serve in
the Confederate Army. However, he appeased this dissatisfation somewhat by
engaging in the delivery of food to the Confederate Army. Ma cooked food
such as bread, cakes, and cookies, which he delivered to the army. One of
my earliest memories is of father assmbling the family to listen to the
cannon being fired at the nearby battle of Farmington.

In the year 1868, the year of the impeachment of President Johnson, the year
of the election of Grant as President, and the year the people of the United
States celebrated their first Memorial Day, we were living happily and
securely on a farm near Lewisburg, Tennessee. There were five children in
our family then: Will, myself, Mollie, Cynthia and Julia. Will and I were
going to school at the little one-room school at nearby Belfast. Pa was a
member of the local Masonic Lodge and he attended its meetings religiously.

Unsually when a husband and wife have been married twelve years and have a
family of five children they are thinking about the security of their
family; but not so with my father and mother, for they were thinking about
new frontiers. We had been hearing from the Biggers family, our relatives,
who had moved to Marshfield, Missiouri, a few years previously. They wrote
of the wonderful oppontunities there. Thereupon, Father and Mother decided
that we would go to Missouri.

One Monday morning in October 1868, we made our departure for Marshfield,
Missiouri, in company with the Mooningham family, the McKay family and the
Glenn family. The wagon train was conprised of eight covered wagons. Each
family had two wagons.

One of our wagons was drawn by two horses, Patsy and Mary; the other one was
drawn by a yoke of oxen. The ox team was driven by a teen-agd boy by the
name of Johnny Brown, who volunteered to drive the team in order to make the
trip. The family rode in the horse drawn wagon even though it was well
loaded with household equipment. There were cedar wash tubs, cedar buckets,
chairs, lanterns, and other things hanging from the sides of our wagons.

Our dogs, Cricket and Coley, were following behind the wagons. Coley, a
very old dog, left us the first night and we never saw him again.

Twenty miles a day were about all our teams could make and permit us to make
our camp before dark. Each family pitched a tent at night. Our beds were
made with quilts upon the ground. Our victuals were cooked over an open
fire and served from the vessels in which they were cooked.

Breaking camp was always done early. The entire camp would arise before
dawn. the horses and oxen were fed while breakfast was being prepared.
Immediately after breakfast, the tents were dismantled and loaded on the
wagons. The camp fires were extinquished and usually we were on our way
soon after the break of day.

Saturday came to be known as wash day, as we only traveled five days a week.
The women usually did their washing on Saturdays while the men attended to
getting provisions for their families. On one of these wash days at
Pocahontas, Arkansas, Mother got her first washboard. She was quite proud
of it.

Sunday was believed to be the Lord's Day to these Puritanical pioneers and
it was observed as such except in cases of direst emergency. The fire wood
for our camp fires was secured on Saturday to prevent doing that chore on
the Sabbath. Pa would usually get out the old family Bible and read some
scripture. The kids of the camp would assemble and play at various games.
I remember playing with little Fannie McKay.

It was to our convenience to travel on a turnpike road, a toll road, through
Tennessee to the Mississippi River. Turn-pikes were not only better roads,
they afforded frequent road markers to direct us along our way. If we
needed additional information we inquired at stops.

We crossed the Tennessee River on a flat and open ferry boat that was cared
by men. No doubt slaves had manned the oars of this boat only a few years
before. While camped on the banks of the Tennessee River, a fish peddler
visited our camp and sold the camp fish. The entire camp had one big fish
supper that night.

All of us kids had anxiously looked forward to the crossing of the
Mississippi River. Pa had told us about crossing the "Father of Waters"
some years previously. When we came to the river I was excited and a little
scared. The river was swollen and quite muddy at the time. Mother got a
little scared too. She was fussing at Father about being careful in driving
our horses on the ferry. The ferry was a steam powered ferry that could
accomodate two wagons at a time.

It took most of the day for us to get ferried across the Mississippi, so we
had to camp near the bank of the river. That night it rained hard and the
wind blew so severely that we had difficulty securing our tent. It was
still raining the next morning and our camp site was simply mud and water.
It was decided that we had better be moving in a hurry. Mother got excited
again. She was cautioning Father rather severly about getting us to safer
grounds. Through a driving rain, we moved as our wagons literally plowed
through the mud.

Six weeks after our departure, we arrived at our destination, Marshfield,
Missouri, a tired and weary family, after having traveled some six hundred
miles over all kinds of roads and through all kinds of weather. We were
happy because our journey was over and because we were reunited with our
relatives in a new land.

Our happiness was short lived, however, we soon became homesick. I think we
would have returned home had not Father and Mother disliked the idea of
admitting to their families that they had failed in their venture.

During the years we lived in the vicinity of Marshfield, Missouri, sickness
and other adversities came to our family, but then too, the blessed events
of Jim and Haseltine's births came to our family during those years. It
seemed that things just didn't go right . We moved three times during the
five years that we lived there. Pa made two trips back home by himself on
horseback.

Stories about hunting and the opportunities for homesteaders deep in the
Ozark Hills had reached my Father. In the year 1873 he began to talk and I
suspect dream a little about the life of a hunter in the Ozark Hills.
Before long this talk resulted in plans for our moving to Newton County,
Arkansas.

It seemed obvious from the time Father and Mother started planning this move
that this was to be their last move. Plans were made to take a little of
everything needed to make a new start in the new land. In addition to our
household equipment, we took with us seeds, three cows, ten sheep, two hogs,
two geese, ducks, and chickens. With all of our earthly possessions, we set
forth with the Constance family to find a new home.

Late that fall we arrived at our destination in Newton County, Arkansas. We
lived in an old cabin until we made our homestead. The move from the old
cabin to our nearby homestead was to be the end of our traveling.

That November day in 1873 when he moved to his homestead, Turner Bartlett
might well have said "Oh, God! Let this family take root; it hs traveled a
far." Here he was to live for a half century and see his family of nine
children grow up and take root.

(The author of this story, Elizabeth Frances Bartlett, married Reverend John
Sevier Allred, on February 6, 1878 in Osage, Arkansas. They raised 10
children.)

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