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The Old Wagon Road



     When the crops were in, they started. Early in the morning-even early for farm people, they'd set out. During the first years, they walked, leading five or six pack animals laden with supplies: tools, seed, fabric. In places, the famous path they trod was only three or four feet wide. The wilderness literally crept right up to their feet and brushed their faces as they walked.  In later years they marched alongside oxen as these oversized beasts pulled two-wheeled carts heaped to overflowing, crossing rivers that licked high about their animals' flanks and often soaked every single, individual piece of their worldly possessions.  Finally, when the path had been worn clear by thousands and thousands of previous travelers, they rode in wagons that, themselves, grew as the path widened into an honest to goodness road. These Pennsylvania- German-built wagons (Conestogas) at their largest would be twenty-six feet long, eleven feet high and some could bear loads up to ten tons. It took five or six pairs of horses to pull them. These big vehicles, the eighteen wheelers of their day, were called "Liners" and "Tramps." Ships would later gain their nicknames. No matter if they walked or rode, in the mid afternoon, they stopped to take care of the animals, prepare food, and put up the defense for the night. The cries of wolves in the distance and the pop of twigs just outside of the firelight sounded danger. Bands of Indians in the early days, bands of thieves later,, chased away deep sleep-no matter how tiring the day, how bone-weary the traveler. The fastest loaded wagon could go about five miles a day. The trip took a minimum of two months. Wagons broke down, rivers flooded, supplies gave out, and there was sickness but no doctors. Wagons were repaired, floods ceded, the wilderness supplied, and the sick were buried or stumbled on.  This is the first great interior migration in our nation's history. It's the story of a road, the Great Pennsylvania Wagon Road.

The Road
     Only a few trails cut through the vast forests, which covered the continent between the northernmost colonies and Georgia, the southern tip. The settlers, as they moved inland, usually followed the paths over which the Indians had hunted and traded. The Indians, in turn, had followed the pre-historical traces of animals. Who knows why the animals wandered where they did, but some of those early travelers on that road, the Scots-Irish Presbyterians, would have assured us it was certainly predetermined.  Even so, few paths crossed the Appalachians, which formed a barrier between the Atlantic plateau and the unknown interior. In his 1755 map of the British Colonies, Lewis Evans labeled the Appalachians, "Endless Mountains." And so they must have seemed to the daring few who pierced the heart of the  wooded unknown. But through this unknown, even then, there was a road.  The Iroquois tribesmen of the North had long used the great warriors' path to come south and trade or make war in Virginia and the Carolinas. This vital link between the native peoples led from the Iroquois Confederacy around the Great Lakes through what later became Lancaster and Bethlehem, Pa.  through York to Gettysburg and into Western Maryland around what is now Hagerstown. It crossed the Potomac River at Evan Watkins' Ferry, followed the narrow path across the backcountry to Winchester, through the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia to Harrisonburg, Staunton, Lexington, and Roanoke. On it went into Salem, NC, and on to Salisbury, where it was joined by the east-west Catawba and Cherokee Indian Trading Path at the Trading Ford across the Yadkin River. On to Charlotte and Rock Hill, SC where it branched to take two routes, one to Augusta and another to Savannah, Georgia. It was some road, but it was just a narrow line through the continuous forest. Virginia's Gov. Col. Alexander Spotswood first discovered this Great Road in 1716 when his "Knights of the Golden Horseshoe,  " finally crossed the mountains, drank a toast to King George's health and buried a bottle claiming the vast valley for the King of England. His Knights' motto became "Sic Juvat Transcendere Montes, ~ or "Behold, we cross the mountains." In 1744, a treaty between the English colonists and the Indians gave the white men control of the road for the first time. By 1765 the Great Wagon Road was cleared all along it way enough to hold horse drawn vehicles and by 1775, the road stretched 700 miles. Boys and dogs, smelling like barnyards, drove tens of thousands of pigs to market along this road, which grew gradually worse the farther South you went. Inns and ordinaries, which spotted the road undoubtedly taught more than a few of them the ways of the world. But that was all later.
The majority of the folks who by the thousands would walk over Spotswood's buried bottle would have probably thought his whole 1716 ceremony a little preposterous and quite a bit pretentious. You see, they were plain folk trying to get away from Latin, from mottoes, and from knights with horseshoes no matter their element of manufacture, lead to gold. They were as different from Spotswood's cavaliers as a golden horseshoe is from an ox's hoof.

Who were the Wagon Road's Travelers?
     For 118 years, the English and Dutch settled the New World, lining the harbors and pointing their cities, their eyes, their hearts to the east, across the Atlantic. They were on the fringes of a vast continent but, for the most part, they forever more turned away from it and toward home. They were certainly colonists, even those stem- faced few who came to these shores for religious reasons, and most of the other settlers, you see, had come to expand the business opportunities of home establishments. Their ties
to those establishments were strong.
It took a different kind of settler, someone who had cut his ties altogether, someone who didn't really have all that much to lose, to look west at a wilderness and there see something more than raw materials ready for exploitation. It took folks like the Germans and the Scots Irish to put their backs to the ocean and see home in front of them. Escaping devastating wars, religious persecution, economic disasters, and all of those other things that still cause people to come to these shores, the Scots Irish and the Germans had no intention of returning to their native lands. They were here to stay. They didn't look east but to the south and west-toward land. They didn't see wolves and Indians. They saw opportunities. And as different as the Germans and the Scots Irish were, they had what it took to flourish in the backcountry. Not possessions that could be lost in the fording of a river, not personal contacts and the sponsorship of powerful men, but rough and tumble ability and a heavy streak of stubbornness. They knew slash and  agriculture, they knew pigs, they could hunt and forage, they knew hard work. They built their cabins the exact same way. And eventually, they traveled together in that same heavy stream southward along the Great Pennsylvania Wagon Road.
In 1749, 12,000 Germans reached Pennsylvania. By 1775 , there were  110,000 people of German birth in that colony, one-third of the population. When Philadelphia was a cluster of Inns and Ordinaries: the Blue Anchor, PewterPlatter, Penny-Pot, Seven Stars, Cross Keys, Hornet and Peacock, Benjamin Franklin, one of that era's most open-minded men asked, "Why should the Palatinate Boors be suffered to swan-n into our settlement and by herding together establish their language and manners to the exclusion of ours? Why should Pennsylvania, founded by the English, become a colony of aliens who will shortly be so numerous as to Germanize us, instead of our Anglicizing them and will never adopt our language or customs any more than they can acquire our complexion."  But the Germans kept coming, thinking like their Scots Irish compatriots who are recorded as noting that!, "It was against the law of God and nature that so much land should be idle while so many Christians wanted it to labor on and raise their bread."   In short, Pennsylvania was flooded.

Why they Headed South
     There is probably no more beautiful land anywhere than that part of Pennsylvania now known as the "Amish Country." It must have appeared to those people fresh off of the boat, truly a land flowing with milk and honey. But it filled rapidly. Land became expensive. The most important reason why the Germans and Scots-Irish put what little they owned on their backs and took the southbound road was the cost of land in Pennsylvania. A fifty- acre farm in Lancaster County, PA would have cost 7 pounds 10 shillings in 1750. In the Granville District of North Carolina, which comprised the upper half of the state, five shillings would buy 100 acres.  The crossing of an ocean was move enough for most of the early immigrants. The generation, which could still feel the waves beneath their feet when elderly, often stayed in Pennsylvania, but their children repeated their parent's adventure. Often, they cast off their lines, raised whatever anchors they had, and ~'sailed" south right after their patriarchs had gone to their reward.  As North Carolina's Secretary of State, William L. Saunders wrote in 1886,   "Immigration, in the early days, divested of its glamour and brought down to solid fact, is the history of a continuous search for good bottom land."  In their search for bottom land, English colonists encroached onto territories claimed by France. This pressure became one of the reasons the French and Indians went to war against England and her colonists. The Germans and Scots bore the brunt of the war, a cabin burning, wife-kidnapping, farm ambushing, bloody, horrible guerrilla war. For eleven years mayhem reigned on the frontier. In 1756, three years after the war started, George Washington wrote that the Appalachian frontiersmen were "in  a general motion towards the southern colonies" and that Virginia's westernmost counties would soon be emptied. Western North Carolina seemed to those escaping the war to be safer because the Cherokee were on the British side-at least at the beginning. To western North Carolina they came.  This French and Indian War, which started the year Rowan County was created, joined the quest for more and better land as a major factor in sending those Germans and Scots-Irish down the Wagon Road to safer territory. Not only that but, the peace treaty that ended the war stated that no English  settlers would go over the Appalachians. Thus, the best unclaimed land in all of the colonies lay along the Yadkin, Catawba and Savannah Rivers between the years 1763 and 1768.  When the war ended in 1764, the western settlements of Pennsylvania had suffered a loss of population. Virginia and North Carolina had grown.

What they Found
     When those Scots Irish and Germans got here "the country of the upper Yadkin teemed with game. Bears were so numerous it was said that a hunter could lay by two or three thousand pounds of bear grease in a season. The tale was told in the forks that nearby Bear Creek took its name from the season Boone killed 99 bears along its waters. The deer were so plentiful that an ordinary hunter could kill four or five a day; the deerskin trade was an important part of the regional economy. In 1753 more than 30,000 skins were exported from North Carolina, and thousands were used within the colony for  the manufacture of leggings, breeches and moccasins."  In 1755, NC Gov. Arthur Dobbs wrote to England that the "Yadkin is a large beautiful river. Where there is a ferry it is nearly 300 yards over it, [which] was at this time fordable, scarce coming to the horse's bellies." At six miles distant, he said, "I arrived at Salisbury the county seat of Rowan. The town is just laid out, the courthouse built,, and 7 or 8 log houses built."  Most of Salisbury's householders ran public houses, letting travelers sup at their table-and drink, too. In 1762, there were 16 public houses. There was also a shoe factory, a prison, a hospital and armory all here before the Revolution.  Even so, it was still only an outpost in the wilderness.  Salisbury was for twenty-three years the farthest west county seat in the colonies. Click here (to see sites in Salisbury/Rowan) And through this outpost the wagon road ran, and on that road the immigrants continued to travel even after the area was settled. Governor Tryon wrote to England that more than a thousand wagons passed through Salisbury in the Fall and Winter of 1765. That works out to about six immigrant wagons per day.
This river area now is part of High Rock Lake

Summary
     In the last sixteen years of the colonial era," wrote historian Carl Bridenbaugh, "Southbound traffic along the Great Philadelphia Wagon Rowan was numbered in tens of thousands. It was the most heavily traveled road in all America and must have had more vehicles jolting along its rough and tortuous way than all the other main roads put together."

     When the British captured Philadelphia, the Continental Congress escaped down the Pennsylvania Wagon Road. Daniel Boone and Davy Crockett traveled it. George Washington knew it as an Indian fighter. John Chisholm knew it as an Indian trader. Countless soldiers-Andrew Jackson, Andrew Pickens, Andrew Lewis, Francis Marion, Lighthorse Harry Lee, Daniel Morgan, and George Rogers Clark, among them-fought over it. Both the North and South would use it during the Civil War.

     And down this road, this glorified overgrown footpath through the middle of nowhere leading to even greater depths of nowhere, came those people looking for a better life for themselves and their children, down it came those settlers, those hardworking stubborn Scots Irish and Germans: the preachers, the blacksmiths, and farmers. 


     When the crops were in, on a day like today, they started.
 

     Author Unknown and printed without permission

 

          

Westward Movement 

    In Old Rowan County, there are still many descendants of Jacob, Michael, Abraham & Andrew Braun.  As you know, these four men came into the county in the mid 1700s and obtained much land in the eastern and middle part of what is now present day Rowan County.  Michael built his home in what is now Granite Quarry and Dunn's Mtn. area.  Abraham (my ancestor) had property in the Persimmon Branch (Dan Nicholas Park area) and operated a grist mill.  Jacob had land in this general area.   Michael & Abraham died in Rowan County.  Jacob moved to Telford (Washington Co., TN) and died there.  For the most part, Michael & Abraham families stayed in Rowan County; the move westward was originally by Jacob's family,  although, members from all four families DID move toward Washington County, TN.,  Kentucky & southern Illinois.   The man that owns part of the farm that Jacob & Enoch owned is Mr. John Howze.  This Jacob,  was known as The Wagon Maker.  His farm and front door of his home is within yards of the Old Wagon Road.  The book written & Compiled by John Fisher, Dorothy Brown Koller & Margaret Brown Anderson -- "Ancestors and Descendants of Abraham Braun (The Miller) and Jacob Braun (The Wagonmaker) has pictures of many parts of this farm in Telford.  I have been fortunate to be able to meet Mr. Howze and tour the house and farm.  He is a jewel of a man and would love to hear from any of you.  I think his home is on John Howze Farm Road, Telford, TN.   This book traces these families from Rowan County to TN to Illinois and most parts westward.  The Brown-Fisher Association  has a website where you can pick up a little info.  We have about 500 or so members and we meet once a year for a reunion.  We also have a historian who has spent a lifetime gathering information on many families in the county. Rowan County, NC has one of the best history rooms in the country.
We also have a well staffed and well managed Visitor Center in Salisbury. Rowan Museum, Inc. are working together to attempt to build a center (Archives Building) to house much info on these families.  It is in the planning stages now and any donations would be greatly appreciated.  It may be located on the property of the Old Stone House..  There are lifetime memberships offered for the Association and those funds will be spent on the Archives building.Abraham Brown II - gourd
     Abraham Brown II in 1814 traveled to Union County.  Took gourd with seeds and perishables in it.  Can be seen at Cobden, IL. Museum.  Back to the migration,  as these families moved westward, they settled in the Washington Co., TN area.  This movement was also southward toward Cabarrus & Stanly Co., NC and toward the northeast into Orange Co., NC where there was another large German settlement.  Later the movement was into theUnion-Alexander county line Union Co., Vermillion Co., Alexander Co. (southern Illinois area.) As early as 1806, pioneers were entering Union County, IL.   Places like Thebes, Jonesboro, Mill Creek and Dongola are familiar village names.  This is where many of you come into the picture.  I have heard that many cemeteries in that area "Born in Rowan County" headstoneare filled with tombstones that show (born in Rowan County).    Headstone of Abraham Brown II on right is located in St. John's Lutheran Cemetery in Dongola, IL.  If your name is not Brown, never mind.  As these pioneers moved westward, they gathered wives and brothers-in-law, with a thousand other names.  Adams, Agner, Arey, Atwood, Ballard, Barrier, Barringer, Bell, Benson, Bost, Bohnsack, Braun, Brownlee, Brun, Bunn, Campbell, Cluttz, Kluttz, Lemley, Lyerla, Eddleman, Earnhardt, Fisher, Hamen, Hagstrom, Holshouser, Hunsaker, Million, Pigg, Rendleman, Sifford,  Vandergraph, Zwalen,  just to mention a few.  In the early days the two largest groups were the Hunsakers & Browns.  Dig deep enough and you can probably find one of these names in your past.  I have included about 6 generations of this family pertaining to being kin to me.  The Abraham/Jacob Braun Book shows much more.
    One interesting note,  in the Rowan Museum in Salisbury, NC there is a "Sampler" on the wall on the second floor.  It was embroidered by a young lady named Laura Alexander at age of 9,  dated 1845,  Hawkins County, Rogersville, TN.   She is buried beside her father in a cemetery in Rogersville, TN.  It was a gift to the Museum in 1955. 
There is a main road in Salisbury "Jake Alexander Blvd."  The Alexanders originated in Mecklenburg County and were Scotch-Irish. Their ancestral home-the Heziah Alexander home-is restored and open to the public.

Dan Patterson
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