Clipped From Logansport Pharos-Tribune
This is all recent history, but it revives memories of the famous Hatfield-McCoy feud, In which "Cap" Hatfield was a conspicuous figure. This feud originated he- fore the breaking out of the civil war. l.rs immediate cause was the ownership of two bony and bristly mountain hogs. Over these hogs Anae Hatfieid and Randolph McCoy had a disagreement. They went to law, and Hatfield was beaten. The dispute was not settled by any means, All the relatives of the families took sides, and the question was intensified. Shortly after the trial Bill StaytOD, a nephew of Floyd Hatfield, a son of a witness in the oaGB, was found dead with a bullet in his PMSOD. Two of the numerous McCoy boys were tried for the murder and acquitted. Soon afterward Jonce Hatfleld became enamored of RosacDa McCoy and kid napecl her. Matters went along with an occasional death on either side until 1882, when the hottest kind of hostilities began. Old " Cap" H«tfiold became the leader of the Hatflelds. Election day is always the favorite time for a gun fight among the Virginia mountaineers, In 1882 there was an election in Pike county. In the early afternoon the inevitable fight cropped out, this time between Ellison Hatfield and Talbot McCoy. Wlieb the spectators came out from their hiding places, they found Elison Hatfield lying on the ground dead. Several of the McCoys, including a 13-year-old boy, Randolph McCoy, were arrested and confined in the log schoolhouse over night. Nest day the sheriff started through the lonely mountain woods with the prisoners for the Pike County jail. By this time the entire Hatfield clan had heard of the death of Ellison. They rallied immediately around Anse, the patriarch, and old "Cap," his SOD. They ambushed the sheriff, who had the McCoy prisoners in charge, and took matters into their own hands, The sheriff was released, but the McCoys were taken over the border into Kentucky nnd tied in a kneeling position to some saplings near ths margin of the boundary streams. There was no begging for mercy on the part of the McCoys. They knelt grimly and sneeringly awaited their fate. Wall Hntfield stood in plain sight on the Virginia side of the river. "Are you ready?" he cried. "Yes," said old "Cap" and Anse and the other Hatfields. "Take aim. Fire!"