Grandfather's Journal

Grandfather's Journal
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This is a story I was told when I was fourteen or fifteen years old and it is based on a true story about a cave at the top of a mountain along the Red River. Three men went into a cave that overlooked Red River around 1923 or 1927. You could see the river from the cave, but you couldn't see the cave from the river. As they were searching through the cave they found a pit with a log lying across it about two feet across with a hair rope tied around it descending down, down into the pit. They said it looked like horsehair. They lowered one of the men into the pit to approximately thirty or forty feet where he landed on a rock ledge. He walked around the ledge shining his carbide light and noticed the pit descended another 100 feet or so. Circumferencing the ledge area he noticed another opening. He yelled out to the two men at the top of the pit to let them know he found another cave entrance. As he shined his light into the opening of the cave, he became excited; he saw Spanish helmets, breastplates, muskets, bows, and arrows. There were also spears, trunks with clothing, gold, and silver. His heart began to race as he stood at the edge of the entrance. He looked down and noticed a mask mostly covered with dirt on the cave floor in the opening. He bent over, picked it up and brushed the dust off the mask. When he did, the mask began to glow and voices filled the air around him. The voices were deafening and the mask glowed as if it were on fire. He threw the mask down to the cave floor and started screaming pull me up, please get me out of here, pull me up. They said when his feet hit the cave floor he ran out of the cave never stopping until he had gotten back to the car. He had covered five miles to get back to the car, crossing over mountains and dry creek beds. They couldn't catch him. An hour later when they got back to the car, he was lying on the back floorboard covered with a blanket. When they finally coaxed him out of the car, he told them everything that he experienced. He said: «I'll never go into that cave again as long as I live!»

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C.W. Hanes. Grandfather's Journal

CHAPTER ONE. Jacob’s First Five Clues

CHAPTER TWO. Jacob’s Graduation

CHAPTER THREE. Jacob Meets Catharine

CHAPTER FOUR. Jacob’s Grandmother Goes Home

CHAPTER FIVE. Catharine’s Letter

CHAPTER SIX. Jacob’s Letter

CHAPTER SEVEN. Jacob’s Father’s Letter

CHAPTER EIGHT. Jacob’s And Catharine’s Pledge

CHAPTER NINE. The Stranger In The Classroom

CHAPTER TEN. The Family Vault

CHAPTER ELEVEN. Jade and Onyx

CHAPTER TWELVE. Arthur Scarboney

CHAPTER THIRTEEN. The Mysterious Envelope

CHAPTER FOURTEEN. Arthur’s Children And Grandchildren

CHAPTER FIFTEEN. The Owl’s Watch

CHAPTER SIXTEEN. Jacobs’ New Truck

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN. Jacobs’ Dream

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN. Mysteries

CHAPTER NINETEEN. Indian Summer

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When I was a little boy, my Grandfather would take me for long walks along the Red River in the hills of the Ozarks. As we walked along the trail beside the river, Grandpa would tell me stories about when he was a little boy; stories that his Dad passed down to him. Grandpa was almost full-blood Cherokee (tsa-la-gi) and he said I was over half.

Grandpa and I had a favorite place where we would go to sit and watch the river’s dark waters roll by. It was a huge rock ledge that hung over the river. I guess it was between 100 and 140 feet above the river. It had stairs made of rock going down to the water to a lower ledge that was only a few inches above the waterline. You could see where the rock was worn down from boats and perhaps canoes; the Indians used this area more than a hundred years ago. I asked him, “Who built these rock stairs?” He looked at me and smiled. “Native Americans built those several hundred years ago.”

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“Yes, I remember!”

“Good!! Let’s go down to the river again.” We got in the boat and headed up the river one more time. We pulled the boat out onto the rocks by the steps and walked up to the ledge that hung out over the river. We sat down and Grandfather started to teach me the tune on the flute. He played for a few minutes while I just sat there listening and watching him play.

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