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Notes: Dr. Don Lee Womack writes: " My father was a carpenter and farmer. He w as known for his "dry wit" ---- was a prolefic reader before losing eye-sight to cataracts. He used to tell me how, during the Civil War, h e would take his little tin cup --- with a small pattie of corn bread mad e without shortening or salt ---- down to the spring and eat his breakfas t. This was all they had to eat. He said they almost straved." "Salt was very scarce. He could remember how his father and mother woul d dig up the dirt floor of the smoke house where salt pork dripped while curing --- boil the dirt in water, drain off the water, then, let the water evaporate, thus, leaving the salt." "Again, I have heard him relate, while returning from the mill (grain), some Yankee soldiers rode up beside him and told him he was their prisoner. He was about 13 years of age at that time. He said that when h e came to the place to turn off and go to his house, he turned, then, invited them to come with him and he would have his mother fix supper f or them. However, they just rode on --- and he heard one of them say, that sure was a brave little boy." "Still, again he would tell how some jayhawkers ("Northern Yankees") ro de up in front of their house. One came in, picked up a shovel of coals fr om the fireplace, and started to throw them in the feather bed. He told th e man to go ahead, but that within 30 minutes they would be swinging by their necks from a limb of a tree --- that he had an uncle out there wi th a band of men real close by. The man threw the fire back into the fireplace, and they al rode away. His mother scolded him for lying --- a s he did not have an uncle with a band of men. He told his mother, nevertheless, he had saved their house from being burned down."