Thursday, December 29, 1898
George Pennington, confined to jail at Marlinton, under indictment for horse stealing, broke jail last Thursday night, and has not been heard from since. He has been in jail since September. His offense was stealing a horse from W. B. Freeman and selling it to Howard Whitmore, near Harrisonburg. He is from Tucker county where the Penningtons are numerous, and this George is the black sheep of the lot. He had broken jail several times before, and he was the object of special care by the jailer, but who failed to observe the turnkey’s rule of keeping every lock locked, whether it was in apparent use or not…
A reward of $25 is offered for his return to jail. He is a man aged 27; is of medium height and weight; has a dirty complexion and scraggy hair. He has an unhealthy appearance. He has an incessant cough and is supposed to be suffering from consumption. He has the look of a man naturally criminal and degenerate; and has an impudent, brazen face.
If the hardest looking young man you ever saw comes along the road, you can return him to jail and claim the reward.
Sudden Death of Dr. Sharp
Doctor Sharp, of Frankford, was found dead in the road two miles from Frankford last Friday night about 10 o’clock. He was riding the Brush Country south of Frankford. At home, his wife waited supper for him for some time. There were visitors there, and they finally went to supper without him. About 10 o’clock word came that he was found dead.
An inquest was held Saturday and the cause of his death was not determined. He was suffering from a diseased heart, but some of the jury were inclined to believe that he may have taken a dose of carbolic acid by mistake. He had with him two four-ounce phials which were very much alike. One contained spirits and the other, carbolic acid.
The interment took place Sunday. He was very much beloved and respected as a physician. He had a large practice. Frankford is a very populous section and with Dr. Raymon attending the legislature this winter, the practice will fall on Dr. Kinkaid alone.
Eli Meeks, who was reported lost in the mountains, was found setting up with his girl.
Some of the hands attended the dance at Huntersville on Monday night and report a good time.
The box supper at Green Bank on Monday night was immense. There were between one and two thousand people there.
The funeral of W. J. Cleek on Knapps Creek on the 20th instant was largely attended. The pallbearers were Cam McElwee, Landis Crummett, I. B. Moore, Lanty Herold, Auburn Friel, and Price Moore. He was laid to rest in the Cleek Graveyard. The county loses a good citizen.
Captain Swecker, the silver tongued Auctioneer, made a very successful sale of the late Mr. Grew’s personal effects at Mingo Saturday last. There was a very large crowd out and the bidding was lively. The Captain was cheered all along the line by the volunteers. He says he will start a circus soon. He now has a pet English monkey and is trying to get Sam Wood’s billy goat.
The Arbogast relationship is identified to a marked degree with the history of our Pocahontas people, and justly claims recognition in these short and simple annals. So far as known, the original progenitors of the Arbogasts in Pendleton and Pocahontas was Michael Arbogast, who must have been one of the original pioneers of what is now Highland County in “Indian Times.” He settled there some time previous to 1758…
Michael Arbogast had seven sons: Adam, George, Henry, John Michael, Jr., David and Peter; the last two named were twins. The sons, excepting John, were all very powerful and stalwart in their physique, and were often more than 200 pounds in weight…
Jacob H. Arbogast was a man of very interesting personality. He was of untiring energy, and in his time was an extensive dealer in wild lands. His name frequently appears in the court records a party to some of the most important and warmly contested land litigation that has ever transpired at the Pocahontas bar. He was an ardent supporter of the Confederate cause, and saw service in the home guard. In the beginning of the war, a few days after the repulse of Pegram on Rich Mountain in 1861, he refuged with his family to the East, and spent most of the war times in Augusta county. He carried but little with him and so lost his household effects and livestock along with his dwelling. In 1865, he returned and began life afresh at the old Greenbrier homestead. But few places in West Virginia were more completely desolated than the Head of Greenbrier by the ravages of war.