Books [James Thomas Wood]
Sometimes old Grandpa Poe would go somewhere to be gone all night or several days, and Ma would get me go and stay with Mrs. Poe, or Aunt Mary as we called her, until he came back. I liked to stay with her, but I would watch for old Grandpa, and if I saw him coming, I would run, or slip off and go home.
“The poor old follow went on a buffalo hunt with his son, Jess Poe, and some other men. He got tired of hunting and wanted to go home before the rest of the party did, so he hitched his mules to his wagon and started home. That night he camped and hobbled his mules out to graze. The next morning it was foggy, and while he was hunting his mules he became lost and couldn't find his way back to camp. He was out several days without anything to eat or drink, and when the rest of the party started home and got to where he camped, finding his wagon there, they began to hunt for him. They finally found him lying in the edge of a little hole of water with his tongue so swollen that it stuck out of his mouth. He was so weak from thirst and starvation that he was helpless, and something had bitten him on the mouth — they supposed it was a skunk. They took him home, but he lived only a few days afterward.
“I was very small when the Civil War broke out, so I don't remember much about the first part of the war; but I remember well when it was over. Uncle Spence Wood was in the war, and when it was over, we heard that he was coming home, and all that could went to meet him. We were so glad that he had gone through the war and had come out without a scratch although he fought in several big battles. He said that the Yankees, as they owned the Northern men, came near to cutting him off from his command in one battle. He was riding an old sorrel, straight-backed horse that he called Straighty. He just turned old Straighty loose and outran them and got back to his command safely.