1. […] We now leave this place, the road changing to a due east course makes another crescent from a bend in the river. We now cross Bear Creek a slow, stagnant little stream, which takes its rise about six miles north. The farms on this creek have always been unhealthy, the land is fertile, but cut up by ponds and marshes giving them an unsightly appearance. After crossing this little creek, I will take the reader to the left of the road where an old man named Nicholas Zeigler settled—he came from South Carolina, was a man of means, a good farmer and made money. After his death his land was sold to Terry DeJarnett. […]

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