Not long after the close of the Revolutionary War, John Mounce and family moved to a homestead located at the mouth of Rock Creek on the Big South Fork of the Cumberland River. Mounce had two beautiful daughters. Tuckahoe, fell in love with one of them, Margaret Mounce. The young couple thought it would be romantic if she were taken by Tuckahoe in an elopement. After several hours Margarets' sister told her father that Tuckahoe had stolen Margaret. John very upset, accompanied by Jones a neighbor, pursued them for many miles. He finally overtook them near the present town of Monticello, Fearing her fathers' reaction Margaret threw her arms around Tuckahoe to protect him from harm, thus preventing her father from shooting Tuckahoe. Soon after this event, John Mounce gave his consent to the marriage of his daughter Margaret to the handsome Tuckahoe. Tuckahoe and Margaret Mounce were married and lived at Che-ry Fork, now Helenwood, Tennessee. The most prized possession of Chief Doublehead's tribe was a secret silver mine located somewhere adjacent to the Cumberland River in the general area of today's McCreary, Pulaski, and Wayne counties, Kentucky. The location of this silver mine was a tribe secret which had never been revealed to a white man. A white trader, Han Blackberne, learned of this mine and was determined to find it. He offered to sell young Tuckahoe a fine rifle decorated With silver, together with a fancy powder orn and a fringed bullet pouch for a small amount of silver from the mine. Tuckahoe eagerly agreed. As he went to the secret mine for the silver, he was followed by Blackberne and a hired laborer by the name of Monday. As Tuckahoe was digging the silver to pay for his new rifle, the two white men appeared. While remonstrating with Blackberne for following him, he laid down a pick which he had been using. Monday, a simple-minded individual, grabbed the pick and struck Tuckahoe on the head killing him instantly. Monday then threw Tuckahoe's body down a deep crevice between two large rocks and covered it with leaves, dead branches and loose rock. He and Blackberne then started digging for silver. In the meantime Cornblossom learned of the deal of Tuckahoe with Blackberne and, suspecting that the trader planned to follow him to the mine, also started for the mine as rapidly as her little legs would carry her in an attempt to stop her brother before he reached the mine site. On approaching the mine she saw the tracks of Blackberne and Monday which confirmed her suspicions. Creeping forward cautiously she arrived at the mine where she observed the trader Blackberne resting under a tree and his hired hand Monday digging the silver. While her brother was not in sight, her worst fears were confirmed by the sight of his new rifle leaning against a tree and large pools of blood scattered about the mine where Tuckahoe had been killed. Realizing what had happened, Cornblossom dashed forward, grabbed the rifle, horn and pouch and sped down the trail so swiftly that Blackberne and Monday were unable to catch her. Fortunately a violent thunderstormapproached on the south and west on the headwaters of Poncho Creek and along the Little South Fork, which made further tracking impossible. The , having reached the top of the mountain, quickly built a shelter at the site of a fallen tree, picked wild grapes and chestnuts for her evening meal, and eathered the storm through the night in comfort, but with a heavy heart at the death of her brother Tuckahoe. Resolved to avenge his death, as well as to guard the secret of the tribe's mine, she planned to kill both Blackberne and Monday before they could reveal the location of the mine to any other white man.At the break of dawn she knew that some of her tribe would be searching for her. Sounding the tribal distress call she was answered immediately by two braves less than two miles distant. Knowing that Blackberne and Monday would probably head for their trading station near the Fonde settlement (near what is now Williamsburg, in Whitley County, Kentucky) and that Poncho Creek was a raging torrent as a result of the thunderstorm it appeared Blackberne and Monday would be most likely to cross the creek at Turtleneck Ford. This ford (now called Cracker's Neck) is located about three miles west of the present town of Stearns, Kentucky.Comblossom concealed herself on the steep hillside overlooking the ford, posted the two braves in concealment near the creek, and awaited the appearance of Blackberne and Monday. After a long wait she saw a glint of a shiny buckle and a fancy coat and another from the handle of a hunting knife and knew that the white men were approaching. Carefully renewing the priming in the pan of Tukahoe's fine flintlock rifle, she rested the heavy barrel in the fork of a dogwood tree and waited. Arriving at Poncho Creek and finding it in flood Blackberne dismounted to inspect the ford before trying to cross. Sighting down the long sleek barrel, glistening with bear oil, Comblossom took careful aim and pressed the trigger. As the shot sounded lackbern fell to earth dead of a bullet through his heart. The two braves quickly tomahawked Monday, disemboweled both bodies, filled them with rocks and threw them in the raging Poncho Creek. At last the death of the brave Tuckahoe was revenged and the secret of the tribe's silver mine was again safe.