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They lived with his father until 1855, when he brought his wife and
first child to Lick Creek near the mouth of Dog Branch, downstream
from the his older brother Elijah. Here in the wilderness, with the
help of the neighbors, mostly kinfolk, their log house was raised in
1854. His pioneer life was similar to that of his brother-in-law,
William Sutherland, except that he was further from the mills and
stores of the Clinch settlements.
-Some Descendants of John Counts of Glade Hollow
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Her obituary published in the Washington District Primitive Baptist
Assoc.
Minutes, 1952, shows triplets - Lazarus, Mary, and Martha - who died
in
infancy.
- Some Descendants of John Counts of Glade Hollow by Elihu Jasper
Sutherland
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In 1908 they acquired a part of the old George L. Jessee [C16]
homeplace in
Reeds Valley near CLeveland and moved to this farm.
- Some Descendants of John Counts of Glade Hollow by Elihu Jasper
Sutherland
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Joshua Washington Clinton "Josh" COUNTS
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Mother's name was Elizabeth.
- Some Descendants of John Counts of Glade Hollow by Elihu Jasper
Sutherland1 BIRT
2 DATE ABT 1870
1 DEAT
2 DATE 1947
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During her terminal illness, Violet, with her 3 children, returned to
her
parents home on Lick Creek to be cared for by her brother Noah, who
had just
become a praticing physician. After her death, Violet's mother cared
for the
children until they returned to live with their father. The girls
were soon
taken into the home of their uncle Josh and reared as his own
children. The
son remained with his father.
- Some Descendants of John Counts of Glade Hollow by Elihu Jasper
Sutherland1 BIRT
2 DATE 1 AUG 1873
2 PLAC Lick Creek, Dickenson/Russell Co., VA
1 DEAT
2 DATE 5 JUL 1907
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Pridemore Fleming and Harrison Henry Alamander "Al" Fleming seriously
shot each other at Jenkins, KY.Sheriff Pridemore Fleming died in a gunfight with Jim Sherman Mullins, a fight that killed them both. The gunfight took place at about 5:15 p.m. on August the 28th 1928 on Main Street in Clintwood Virginia in the County of Dickenson. Both of them were Lawmen, I think Jim Mullins was or had been a Marshall.
Editor
The Cumberland Times
Clintwood, Va. 24228Dear Editor.
As one of the residents of Clintwood who, at the tender age of 12 years, I saw first hand the old and famous shoot-out on Main Street. That could very well the title of this incident as I saw it and heard it on that fateful day. This was a most vivid occurrence and is indelible in our minds in this age. Its intriguing and relevant action is very reminiscent of Dodge City or Tombstone in the gunplay sagas of the old west True as most emotional and fitful pressures happen, it was over almost as soon as the shots rang out I had not remembered the- exact date but was informed by the Honorable Judge, a son of one of the actors, it occurred on August 28, 1927. 1 had turned 12-years-old a week before and will never forget that it truly was a beautiful and balmy evening in late summer at approximately 5:15 p.m., a blast from a .44 caliber weapon echoed against the concrete wall some 300-feet away from our home. We were located on Main Street in Clintwood, and while having supper by the big windows in the. dining room, and from my vantage point. a slight twist on the large blue bench we were seated on, placed me in the direct line of fire of the opposing gunman. As was the case, no one had any thought that an old-long-harbored feud would erupt and come to such a memorable end on this dying fall day. Jim Sherman Mullins and our highly popular County Sheriff, Pridemore Fleming, were at odds over some. miscommunication or gossip that built such hatred about their positions as lawmen. The Sheriff owned the local hotel that lay some 100 steps away from the Courthouse. This Main Street walkway was safeguarded by a 30-inch concrete wall leading to the County Courthouse and a few steps from the hotel. A report to me later by a trusted friend stated that some eight fellows were lined up on the broad wall as was the habit or practice in summer evenings to gather for refreshing stories of the day. Mullins was in the group on the so-called "resting wall" when Fleming, gun in hand, spoke abruptly to the crowd and supposedly said, "Scatter out, boys, me and Sherman are going to have it out" With much tension in the air, the men began to move away from the two parties while Mullins turned and started the ascent to the Court-house columns on the promenade. Evidently the infuriated Sheriff wanted to have it out on the side-walk, but Mullins kept on up the steps. Fleming again accosted Mullins and stated, ‘’turn around, Sherman". Mullins had a point going for him in his cool manner by the integrity of Fleming. Sherman knew Pridemore Flaming would not shoot him in the back as he rose on the steps. After a second call for him to face Fleming, and to no avail. Sheriff Fleming fired into the fourth step of the ascension, calling for him to turn around. Mullins walked to the top of the promenade and instantly jumped behind the large 36" diameter steel column. out of sight. Immediately, his gun was steadied across the right stub arm to fire at Pridemore. A car accident years before had caused a gangrenous arm and amputation was necessary. His arm was off above the Where upon he was supposed to assist Mullins to Dr. Sutherland’s hospital. A friend of mine has the gun to this day. Sherman reeled down the steps, gun in hand, to start the long trek to the hospital two blocks away. On his journey of this last walk, he slowed his pace at the old Post Office building (now Buddy Wallen’s office), and called to Guy Pizzuto, a little Italian friend who witnessed the, fray, and stated, “Guy take my gun, I will never need it anymore". From medical reports of the men, Mullins was supposed to have lived some four hours, While Fleming only lasted approximately 1 1/2 hours. From where I was before, they took Fleming to the hospital. My brother, John Shortt, was the first person to Fleming. From my position, I only saw the firing of the guns and saw Fleming on the sidewalk in a prone position. This saga has been told many times, but it's so depressing as their good and great families settled the area and were most prominent in many fields. Brother John tried to console the wife of Fleming as it was near he hotel and short walk to the scene. Jimmy Dink Hilton, an old timer and a witness to the fracas, received a bullet hole in his white shirt under the arm that was close to his heart, and should he have been a few inches to the left, it would have been fatal! Henry Shortt, my uncle, had for many years a black shoe that held a slug from The 44 of Mullins in the heel. I never knew what became of it Both law enforcement officers, Mullins and Fleming, carried heavy weapons in those days. Not too many years before, I remember many hundreds of folks coming to County Court in the twenties who carried rifles draped across their saddle horns and perhaps some 100 to 130 horses would line the back streets while in session. Some would patronize my grandfather’s blacksmith shop, while in court to have them shod and curried. I had witnessed several incidents of violence with knives and attempted gunfights, but this one stayed in my memory more vivid than did the. others. Then the war; but local events always made their indelible mark, especially when it is neighbor against neighbor. The one impressive memory that has always been an enigma is when these shocking things to the conscience register such deep details. My memory of the delicious homemade vegetable soup and the blackberry cobbler we had for supper on that infamous evening Ayers "Pap" Shortt
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