This will be of interest to those researching Moses Fuqua of Greenup County, Kentucky. Thanks to William Cropper and his wife, Nita (McElhaney) Cropper, for sharing this with me.
Bruce E King, IV, Ph.D.
February 15, 2005
From the Portsmouth Times, Portsmouth, Ohio, Saturday, November 6, 1875.
SKETCHES of the Early Settlers of Greenup County, Ky.
BY JAMES KEYES.
EDITOR TIMES:--Having written up and published short biographical sketches of the first settlers of Scioto county, and such historical matter connected with the early settlement of our county as is attainable at this late day, when all those lives I have written have passed away, I thought it would be agreeable to you, to publish the lives of some of the pioneers of our sister county of Greenup, in the State of Kentucky.
I am not aware that any person has written up or published any detailed account of the first settlers of Greenup county, if they had I would not undertake any thing of the kind. It may look like presumption in me to write anything about Kentucky, a State where I never lived more than a few days at a time in my life. But a little explanation will make that all plain enough. During the publication of the biographical sketches of the pioneers of Scioto county, the question was frequently asked, how it was that I should be in possession of so many facts concerning our early history, while all others seemed to know so little about it? The question is easily answered. In the first place I had a good memory and hardly ever forgot anything. In the second place I made it a point to see and hear everything that took place within the range of my acquaintance. From my earliest recollections I went to all public meetings of every description and kind, and thus became acquainted with all the people by sight and heard all they had to say on every subject. From this store of knowledge which has been accumulating for nearly seventy years, I have been drawing to furnish the material for those biographical sketches. Now the same explanation will answer for the articles which I shall furnish you of the pioneers of Greenup county. To be more explicit, I was born in 1801, in Virginia. My father settled on the bank of the Ohio in the year 1810. I was then exactly of the proper age to begin to learn every thing that was going on in the county.
From 1810 to 1820 I lived on the bank of the Ohio, and my acquaintance with the first settlers of Greenup county from Portsmouth to the town of Greenup was equal to that of this side of the river. And what made the case still more favorable to become acquainted with the Kentuckians, my mother was an old Virginian born and raised, and she held to the traditions and institutions of that ancient commonwealth, and therefore she naturally and instinctively associated with her neighbors on the other side of the river, in preference to the Pennsylvanians and Yankees on this side of the river. This brought me into intimate and close relations with some of the leading families of Greenup county, and what I learned at that early age I have never forgotten.
I now propose to furnish you for publication the names and some of the principal incidents connected with the early pioneers of Greenup county, Kentucky.
I now commence with the name of
In examining the records of an old family bible a few years ago, in the possession of Mr. Weare, which was brought to this country by Mr. Fuqua, I find that Moses Fuqua was born in the year 1740, the wife in 1742. They were married in 1760. Then follows a long list of their children and their grand-children, but not having the record before me I cannot give their names or the date of their birth. Mr. Fuqua was a large landed proprietor and owned a considerable number of negro slaves, living near Lynchburg, Virginia. He served as a Captain in the Revolutionary War that came on shortly after he reached his majority. He was then about the same age as Thomas Jefferson, Patrick Henry, John Marshall, James Monroe and other leading spirits who shone so conspicuously in the war that separated this country from the mother country.
He lived in Virginia until his children had arrived at man’s estate, and nearly all married and settled around him.
The central portion of Kentucky had been filling up with emigrants mostly from Virginia for some years and had been admitted into the Union as a State; but there was a strip of rich, alluvial bottom lands that had never been settled on account of the hostility of the north western Indians, who made it dangerous for boats to pass down the Ohio until the treaty of Greenville, by General Wayne, in 1795. This opened up all the North Western Territory for settlement, including the northern part of Kentucky along the banks of the Ohio river. In 1797 or ’98 Mr. Fuqua sent his youngest son, Moses Fuqua, Jr., out to locate land in Kentucky for a home. Young Moses came out West and stopped at the house of John Collins, in Alexandria, till he would make his selections and secure his titles. He selected a beautiful piece of land comprising several hundred acres on the south bank of the Ohio, about two miles above the mouth of Tygart’s Creek. When he returned home and reported what he had done preparations were immediately entered into for removing to the West. Removing to the West in those days was no easy task. Every thing a man took with him had to be hauled in wagons over the Alleghany mountains where the roads were made over precipices and mountains almost impassible either for man or beast. However, the difficulties were overcome, and about the last year of the last century or the beginning of the present they reached their Western home.
Mr. Fuqua was then about sixty years of age, when he left a home in Virginia, surrounded with all the comforts of life, to begin a new home in the wilderness. But he brought a large force of willing slaves with him, so that it was but a small matter for him to subdue the forests, fence in extensive fields, plant orchards, build houses, &c.
In 1810 the writer of this article first became acquainted with Mr. Fuqua, and saw the Fuqua farm. It had the appearance of an old homestead, such as was generally seen in that day throughout the older settled parts of Virginia. There were about two hundred acres of land cleared, under fence, and in a high state of cultivation. There was a very large apple orchard, and two or three peach orchards, besides cherries, pears and other fruit in abundance, where we boys on the other side of the river used to go to get fruit of the different kinds, when they were in season. He had quite a commodious brick residence, two stories high, in a large yard, surrounded by weeping willows, which in that day was considered indispensable as a shade tree, in every man’s yard who made any pretension to respectability or taste. There was also a large garden, containing an acre or more, well filled with vegetables to satisfy the palate, and flowers to please the eye. Mr. Fuqua had, in fact, fulfilled the prediction made by Col. Humphrey, in a poem written at the close of the revolutionary war, wherein describing the future greatness of the western country, he said: “The wilderness must be made to blossom with the rose.”
Several of Mr. Fuqua’s children came and settled near him about the same time. Josiah Morton, who married one of his daughters, settled below the mouth of Tygart’s Creek. John Mackoy, who married another daughter, settled opposite the mouth of Hale’s Creek. He likewise had two sons, who brought families to this country. One settled on Tygart, and the other on the Ohio opposite the mouth of Little Scioto. The youngest son, Moses Fuqua, Jr., married a daughter of Judge Collins, who lived in Alexandria. Mr. Fuqua had one young negro, named Charles, who was always in some mischief or other, such as killing young ducks and geese, destroying property of various kinds. He was whipped every time caught in his mischief, yet it seemed to do no good. He had a great propensity for hunting, and would steal a gun every opportunity and take to the woods to have a day’s hunt. As he was generally successful, and brought his game home with him, he was allowed to pass with impunity. They finally gave him a gun and ammunition and sent him a hunting. He supplied the family, which was numerous, with all the wild game they could consume. In this way they not only made him useful, but what was better, they got clear of his mischievous tricks on the farm. Charles was an uncommonly intelligent negro. In the distribution of property he fell to the share of Moses Fuqua, Jr. In after years I have heard him relate his boyish pranks with great satisfaction.
It was the custom before meetinghouses or school houses were built in this country, to hold meetings in the woods in the summer time, under the shade of the trees, seated on logs, or on the ground, as might be most convenient. These meetings were largely attended, and people, both white and black, came from a very considerable distance to attend these out-door meetings. Those who were religiously inclined would gather around the preacher’s stand and hear the preaching. Others, who were not so pious, would gather in groups just out of sight of the preacher’s group, and indulge in conversation. In these places I have heard Charles relate his boyish pranks and hunting stories, much to our satisfaction, and which we understood much better than the preaching.
In the spring of 1811 Mr. Fuqua, growing old, and being nearly blind, concluded to divide his property among his children and retire from the cares of active life and live among his children the balance of his days. His personal property was sold at public auction. William Price, who owned the ground on which Sciotoville now stands, was the auctioneer. Among the household effects sold was a pair of spoon moulds, or to speak more properly, a spoon mould.
Spoon moulds! methinks I hear some person exclaim with astonishmen. What have spoons to do with this history? Hold on, gentlemen, I will explain. Spoons have considerable to do with the times of which I am writing. Macauley, in one of his admirable essays, said that the world had never yet produced a complete and perfect historian. Only one-half of the history of the world had been written; the other half had never been touched. A true history of any nation should contain a full account of the people, their social habits, manners, disposition, domestic economy in all its departments, as well as the rise and fall of empires, and all the machinery of government, statesmanship, and the glorious deeds of great warriors.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
From the Portsmouth Times, Portsmouth, Ohio, Saturday, November 13, 1875.
SKETCHES of the Early Settlers of Greenup County, Ky.
BY JAMES KEYES.
[Continued from last week.]
In the close of my last I quoted Macauley as to what constituted a historian. To illustrate his meaning, he said when such a historian did arise as he described, we would not have to read Hume for one-half of King James the Fourth, and look into the “Fortunes of Nigel,” a romance, for the other half.
The writing of these sketches is not so much to give an account of the individuals spoken of as to give a picture of the times in which they lived. Mr. Fuqua, knowing the wants and necessities of a new country, had brought a mould to run pewter spoons in. That was before iron and other cheap spoons had been invented, and every family used pewter spoons as well as pewter plates, dishes, basins and nearly every other thing used on the table. As I said before, Mr. Price bid off the spoon moulds, and when he brought them home there was great rejoicing in the neighborhood. Spoons were getting to be a very scarce article among the families, and as most of them lived upon mush and milk, without spoons it was rather a difficult thing to make a square meal. When we, the writer of this article, came to this country, we had a full set of pewter spoons, so that we could all eat at once, but in a short time some had had the handle broken in two, some had been melted in hot fat, and some were lost, and we were very glad to get a chance to renew our set of spoons. Mr. Price would not lend his spoon moulds, but gave every person in the neighborhood leave to come to his house and remould their pewter spoons, Mr. Price furnishing ladle and fire. These may seem like trifling matters to speak of at this distant day, but they were very important matters at the time they transpired.
I now return to Mr. Fuqua. Having sold of his personal property, divided his slaves and landed estate among his children, he gave up all the cares of life and lived among his children the remainder of his days. The homestead, where he lived, he gave to a Mr. Cook, a wealthy Virginian who married his oldest daughter, and was living near Lynchburg, in Virginia. Mr. Cook gave it to his daughter Nancy, who had married Thomas B. King, who came and took possession of the property in the spring of 1812. The marriage of Thomas B. King with Nancy Cook was of a very romantic character, which will be treated of at some length in an article by itself.
The Fuquas and all their connections belonged to what was called the first families of Virginia. They were well educated, refined and cultured in their manners and deportment. They were hospitable and kind to their neighbors, whether rich or poor. They were very tenacious of their old Virginia manners and customs. Some of their ways seemed curious to us who had never been used to the refined manners practiced by these Virginians of the old school. We were sometimes placed in an awkward predicament, particularly when invited to eat at their tables. Everything had to be done according to certain forms, which were very familiar to them, but very awkward for us who had never been much used to such things. They were very fond of their ancient customs, and in their social intercourse with one another were somewhat exclusive, but not in such a manner as to give the least offense to those outsiders who had business to transact with them, or visited their houses. This exclusiveness manifested itself more by marrying among blood relations than any other way. It was quite common for relatives, such as first cousins and others more distant, to marry among one another, although there were exceptions to this rule. But, in fact, they could not help it, for they formed an almost entire community of their own. Situate in a bend of the Ohio, almost entirely cut off from any communication with the outside world, except by the worst of roads, it is not to be wondered at if they should, as the children grew up, form attachments that ripened into marriage. Another peculiarity of the Fuqua family was their adhesion to […….] family names. Moses and Ju-[……..……ly] called Judy, found a [……………………ches] of the fam-
A portion of the page from the microfilmed newspaper is torn away, so the ending is unavailable. Also, I was unable to find the article which “treated of” the romance of Thomas B. King and Nancy Cook, my ancestors. If anyone has this, please share. Thanks.