Louis Tells A Story
Louis Eversole
lived up a hollow in the mountains along a small clear stream. Louis and his
wife, Sarah, lived with at least six dogs and therefore always aware of
visitors a good two minutes before they got to the front porch. They had lived
on this small mountain creek for 40 years. Louis and Sarah grubbed out
a small garden beside the clear mountain creek running down past their house.
The house and various out buildings rested comfortably between the rocky,
hemlock covered hillsides typical of a mountain
homestead. Louis Wayne Eversole was considered an expert on the legend of the
John Swift Silver Mine and had spent twenty years or more chasing after the
dream tale. Years ago, he had found the turkey tracks, haystack rocks and three
creeks but he never claimed he had found a mine or any silver. In fact, Will
Morrow had with him in his pocket more silver found in this country than Louis
had ever seen. Ray had convinced Will he should meet Louis and discuss the
tales with him. Of course, they were not going to say anything about the map.
Louis
was sitting on his front porch with Sarah enjoying the cool breeze coming down
the hollow over the rippling creek. Will pulled his truck up in front of the
house. Louis, although not fearful, was curious and tried to recall anyone he
knew who would be driving a fine new pickup truck. With dogs and his handy
rifle by the front door, Louis knew he could determine the danger level once
someone showed themselves from the truck. Ray jumped out first so that Louis
would know who it was.
“Howdy
Louis!” Ray yelled out.
“Ray?
Ray Deevers! Well, what in the world are you doing up
here in God’s country?” Louis questioned as he got up
from the porch swing and moved toward the steps leading up to the porch. “Hush
dogs!” Louis yelled. The dogs immediately quieted down but milled around
sniffing the guests as each got out of the truck. The boss dog marked the truck
tire, indicating the truck and visitors were now in his territory.
“Louis,
this here is Will Morrow and Jennifer Morgan. And I apologize for just dropping
in on you all without calling ahead,” Ray introduced them.
“Nah.
Ain't no problem Ray. Glad to meet you folks, come on up on the porch and sit
and a spell. We don’t get much company up here,” Louis politely invited.
“Thanks
Louis. This sure is a pretty place you have here,” Ray commented.
“We
like it. It’s quiet anyway. Say, are you folks thirsty? Honey, why don’t you
bring these folks something cold to drink, maybe some of that good sweet tea
you make, if you don’t mind,” Louis turned and glanced at Sarah.
“No,
thanks Mrs. Eversole. We’ve had cold drinks on the way up here. We appreciate
the offer though,” Will answered for all three.
“Are you sure, it ain’t no trouble at all,” Sarah quickly followed.
“Oh,
yes, Mrs. Eversole. Will is right. But we appreciate your kind offer,” Jennifer
quickly and politely responded.
“Well,
Ray what’s on your mind?” Louis point blank asked Ray while studying all three
people one at a time.
"Louis,
we get out, uh, the three of us get out ever now and again to rock hunt and
general exploring cliffs and caves. The other day we ran upon a turkey track
and some other markings. Well, here, Will you explain it to him,” Ray said
pointing to others.
“Got
the silver mine fever, do we?” Louis jokingly remarked, eliciting a modest
chuckle from everyone.
“Mr.
Eversole,” Will began.
“Call
me Louis. There ain’t no big ‘I’s and little ‘u’s around here. Louis’ll be
fine,” Louis interrupted.
“Okay,
Louis. We are interested in the John Swift Silver Mine. Ray here says you’re
the man, the one that knows all there is to know about the Swift Lost Silver
Mine. We’ve been interested in the legend and all, well, we just have come up
with a few questions,” Will fumbled for the words.
“What
do you want to know?” Louis questioned.
“Anything
you might want to share about your experiences and knowledge of the legend.”
“Heck,
you can check on them computers Internet or something and find all about John
Swift,” Louis responded.
“We
can’t find out what Louis Eversole knows on the Internet; I’ll guarantee that,”
Ray boasted. With that statement Louis was encouraged and primed to tell all.
Louis had spent years following leads, tales and not many folks asked him about
the story much anymore. In fact, not many people knew about the tale of the
lost silver mine.
“So you
think the turkey track carvings you found might have something to do with the
silver mine?” Louis questioned.
“We
don’t know. I’ll tell you one thing though, I never saw carvings like this
before,” Ray answered. Both Jennifer and Will gave Ray a casual, quick glance
just to let him know not to talk too much. Ray got the message and became
quiet. Louis paused for an uncomfortable amount of time.
“Well,
let me see. I started, well, got interested you might say, in the sixties.
There were some fellers from Virginia that came into this country and spent a small
fortune lookin’ for that silver mine. I eventually hooked up with them, as a kind of a guide you might say,
to these hills. I had heard of the story all my life, mostly from my daddy, but
I never was much interested until the Virginia boys came along. After taking them to various
places each year (they would come every year in the fall) I learned a lot about
the silver mine. They were convinced that the silver mine was somewhere down
around the cliffs of Chimney Top Creek,” Louis began.
“They had maps, testing equipment, and most
important to me a copy of what they claimed to be the authentic journal left by
John Swift himself,” Louis added.
“Did
the journal give exact directions to the mine?” Will asked.
“No,
not directly. It was more like clues. It described rocks and creeks. The
journal, I have a copy around here somewhere, Swift claimed to have written
himself so that he could find the mine again. He said that he mined silver,
smelted silver and made counterfeit English crowns in the wilderness south of
the Ohio River and west of the big mountains from 1760 until
1769. Swift claimed he was captured by the British and put into prison for
siding with the colonists on one of his trips to England ,” Louis continued.
“Why
did he go to England ?” Ray asked.
“Oh,
well, John Swift said he had a very successful shipping business prior to the
revolutionary war and actually owned a fleet of sailing ships, according to his
journal,” replied Louis. “Anyway, while in England he was thrown into prison for many years. By the time he got
out, Swift was blind and couldn’t find the mine. So
he wrote down everything he could remember, descriptions of rocks, rock houses
etc., and with others acting as his eyes tried to return to his precious mine,”
Louis concluded.
“Let me
ask you, how did he find the mine in the first place?” Will asked the all
important question.
“George
Mundy. He met George Mundy when Mundy was a war prisoner in General Braddock’s
army. Mundy was a Frenchman that had been captured by the British and
colonists. Swift says that he befriended a man by the name of George Mundy who
told him he had been mining silver south of the Ohio River . Apparently, after that, Mundy took Swift to the
mine along with a company of men to work in the mine. That’s the way I
understand how it went anyhow,” Louis said.
“Braddock’s
army? George Mundy?” Will was getting confused.
“Well,
you see, Mundy had found the mine from the Indians and had been working the
silver out himself. It always seemed to me old Mundy might have bought his
freedom by telling Swift of the silver mine. Anyway, Mundy led Swift and some
of his associates to the mine around 1760, according to Swift’s journal.”
“Do you
still believe the mine exists?” Jennifer interjected wanting to get to the
bottom of the line of questioning.
“Yes I
do,” Louis said wholeheartedly. “Just because I ain’t found it after searching so long,
doesn’t mean squat. I’ve not been in all the right places. Ray, do you remember
going to Jellico?” Louis turned to Ray.
“Sure
do, we had us a heck of time that weekend. Met some strange people though.”
“Well,
each of us were bitten by the Silver legend and it may
seem a little strange, but I got to say I have had
some good times and thought I was close once or twice,” Louis said.
“Seems
like if Swift sailed ships he would know how to clearly mark his trail to the
mine,” Will pondered.
“Well, he was a captain of his own
ship and claimed to own more ships. He did write down the latitude of 38
degrees and 11 minutes in his journal. So we can only conclude Swift had the
proper instrument to plot coordinates,” Louis added.
“What
about the longitude?” Will asked.
“Unfortunately,
all the journal says is that it was near 83° longitude. I always thought Swift
left it that way since all he really needed to do was get into the general area
and he could find the mines,” Louis responded.
“That
opens up quite a big area, I guess, if the journal information is correct,” Ray
added.
“Where
do you think the mine is located? Uh, assuming it really exists, of course,”
Will laid it out point blank.
“Son,
if I knew, we sure as hell wouldn’t be havin’ this conversation, would we? Oh,
I guess I’ve always felt it was somewhere in these cliffs around here. All the
landmarks Swift mentions in his journal are here, and we are pretty close to
the 38 degree latitude and there sure are plenty of places it could be buried
on these mountains. I just have not been able to put it all together,” Louis
concluded.
“We think the carvings we found are some kind of a crude map,”
Will remarked.
“What
kind of a map?”
“Well,
in fact this map and the carvings, are on the back wall of a big sandstone rock
shelter.”
“How do
you know it’s a map?”
“Well, there’s more,” Ray interjected.
“Do you
have a picture of it?”
“We
have a drawing of it,” Jennifer said as she pulled out the map.
“Let me
see here, I’ve seen a lot of carvings and markings the past forty years,” Louis
responded. Louis carefully studied the hastily drawn map. He couldn't
immediately tell anything from it right away, other than easily recognizing the
large and small turkey track markings. The map only contained the turkey tracks
and the lines. The other symbols, the eye, the x’s, and the half moon with
lines on it were purposefully omitted.
“How
big is this thing, the carving I mean?”
“I’d
say it is five feet high and probably six or eight feet across,” Ray explained.
“That
big, huh? And you say these markings are carved on the wall of a rock shelter?”
“Yeah,
although they're covered with moss and other stuff growing on the rock. We
would not have seen the thing except for the way the light happened to hit it
on the day we were there.”
“And
these lines, Louis pointed, are carved all the way across the map?”
“They are.”
“We think the map is in Kentucky somewhere but can’t figure out where.”
“Ray
thinks this is either the Licking or Big Sandy River cause he thinks the lines at the top are the Ohio River . What do you think?” Will asked.
“Are
the carvings deep?” Louis asked.
“Pretty
deep. Someone spent some time carving these symbols into the rock for sure.
They wanted the carvings to be there for a long time. There were no names or
initials carved, either.”
Louis
became more interested now. Although he had seen about every kind of carved
turkey track in the country he was quite certain he had never encountered
anything like this. He would love to see the rock carving for himself. Perhaps
it was a piece of the puzzle he had been trying to solve for the last twenty
years. Louis knew equally as well that he would not get all the information and
likely would not be invited to see the rock carving during this visit; it was
just the way treasure hunters behaved.
“So
what do you think Louis? The Licking or the Big Sandy ?” Ray asked.
“If I
had to guess right now I’d say neither,” Louis finally announced.
“Neither?”
Ray exclaimed in disbelief that Louis had just shot down his theory.
“My
opinion is it’s the Warriors Path,” Louis added.
“Warriors
Path?” Will questioned.
“Yes,
the Warriors Path. You see, if these lines represents the Ohio River , and I think they do, then why wouldn’t you put
all the rivers in the map? Just putting one river in would virtually make the
map impossible to use. Heck, a person wouldn’t know if they were on the Big
Sandy or the Kentucky River , or one of the other rivers, or even a big creek.
Nah, I’d say it was the Warriors Path,” Louis concluded.
“Where
is the Warriors Path?” Jennifer excitedly asked.
“Runs
along the edge of the mountains before you get to Winchester . Runs all the way from up north down through Cumberland Gap into Tennessee . It’s on the early maps of Kentucky , the one John Filson made, I believe,” Louis
answered.
“Well,
I’ll be,” said Ray, astonished by this new information. Ray knew about where
the Warriors Path was located based on this description.
“Do
turkey tracks point to something, generally? I mean do they point in a
direction?” Will asked Louis for confirmation to his previous claims.
“I
always heard and believe they do. A simple way to show a direction to go. The
turkey foot would be pointing in the direction the ‘turkey’ is walking,” Louis
offered.
“Well,
this certainly has been interesting and we very much appreciate your time and
help,” Will said.
“So,
you folks think you are on to something?” Louis asked.
“Something,
but who knows what. It’s fun to chase after it, though. Good exercise and heck,
we meet some interesting folks like you and learn a little history too,” Will
commented.
“I
guess it wouldn’t do any good to ask where this rock carving is located,” Louis
remarked.
“Let’s
put it this way, it’s on the western edge of the mountains,” Ray answered.
“Then
I’m pretty sure the line on the carving is the Warriors Path. Look around the
rocks, there might be more turkey tracks and other carvings. Check it out
good,” Louis advised.
“Mr.
Eversole, may I take you and your wife's picture?” Jennifer politely requested.
“Why, I don’t see why not.”
After
the photographs were completed and the group loaded up, they headed back home
to Frankfort . Now they had all new information and an
appreciation for both the famous legend and at least one searcher of the
treasure.
“I
noticed you never showed him the silver arrowhead,” Jennifer said as they drove
west on the interstate.
“No, I
was afraid it would have been a bit too much,” Will said.
Ray
agreed. What they did know was that they needed to regroup and re figure the
meaning of the map. They also knew they had found not one, but two, turkey
track carvings much closer to the Warriors Path than the one they had seen on
the rock bridge.
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Want to read the rest of the book? "Swift" is available at Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble and all the usual places. If it is not at your favorite bookstore just ask them and they will order it for you. But an easier and secure way to purchase your hard copy or eBook is by simply clicking right here at edhensonbooks.com. You can place your order and if you download your eBook you can be reading it in just a few minutes! Also there a couple more chapters there to help you decide!