Thursday, May 6, 1898
ONE THING is certain, war is on. It is difficult for us, at this distance from the scene, to realize the horrible possibilities of modern weapons and devices in enacting history and tragedy.
EVERY ONE expects to hear of great deeds of war at any time. It is likely that the big fighting ships will fight shy of each other, in so far as a general engagement between fleets is concerned; as such a battle must result in complete annihilation to ships on both sides.
EVERY WAR is a result of a terrible blunder.
THEODORE ROOSE-VELT has resigned from Assistant Secretary of the Navy, and is now getting up a regiment of some 2,000 or 3,000 cowboys to invade Cuba. These western ranchmen are daredevil fighters and never miss their man…
Sunday last, the Spanish fleet off Manila was wiped out. Two of their vessels were burned and others sunk to prevent capture. There were seven war ships engaged on the American side and nine Spanish, mostly of the second and third class. The fight lasted from 5 to 1 o’clock. The daily papers received Wednesday claim a decisive victory and report small loss to our navy. We now own the Philippine Islands.
This is a good time to scratch leaves and dirt in the roads.
B.F. McElwee and Miss Lizzie Grabill are off to Monterey.
Several wagons are out to Beverly this week for goods.
The Gold Standard and Prosperity have struck several of the lumber camps, and the boys are coming home.
Dr. Hunter Moomau has graduated with high honors and comes home highly recommended as a doctor. We are glad to note that he expects to locate at Dunmore in the near future.
Fine weather, and planting has begun. There ought to be twice as much corn planted this season as heretofore, for when corn gets up to one dollar a bushel it pays to raise it, but a little tough on the fellow who has to buy. War makes things high.
William Cooper, aged 75 years and 12, near Dunmore, dropped dead on the woodpile last Friday evening. Mr. Cooper was an honest, upright man and a Christian gentleman. He was buried at the Warwick grave yard Saturday in the presence of a large crowd…
SLATY FORK NEWS
Robert Gibson’s family is afflicted with whooping cough.
James Gibson, Jr. was on Dry Branch rolling logs a part of this week.
The Gypsy fortunetellers and horse traders have departed for Mingo.
ROBERT MOORE was a son of Moses Moore, the distinguished pioneer. He was born May 27th, 1772 and was reared on Knapps Creek. His wife was Rebecca McCollam, of Brown’s Mountain near Driscol. After living on the Greenbrier a number of years at the Bridger Place, he moved to Edray on the Drennen opening. They were the parents of five sons, Isaac, Robert, Andrew, James, William, and one daughter, Jane…
It is more than likely that the first time Robert Moore ever set his foot on lands, someday to be his own, was when he came from the east with his father, Moses Moore, and others, in pursuit of French surveyors and their Indian guides. An Indian was killed and a Frenchman wounded near where the two prongs of the Indian Draft converge. It has not been so many years since human remains were unearthed near that place. It is the impression of some, too, that it was the dispersion of this exploring party that originated the legends of hidden treasures in two or three localities of our county, some near Mill Point, others near Marlinton.
Robert Moore was the worthy son of a worthy father. Everybody had confidence in “Uncle Bobby,” and when he went hence to be no more, genuine tears embalmed the memory of the kind, honest and brave old settler.