OLD SQUIRE LLOYD  

Squire Lloyd had a brother named Vent and maybe one named Ben. Vent wasn’t as good a man. He was the father of Fayette. And the Squire had a boy named Jim who wasn’t much good. Out near Evant a boy was going to play a joke on him when asleep, and they told him he had better not, that he would kill him. The Squire told him later he would have done it too.

(The old Squire, usually called "Square," was justice of the peace here for some twenty-five years, and an effective one. Was an old Indian fighter, and a stalwart citizen. He lives down the creek about across the road from old Blue Hole. He used to spend the night with us, to go on Saturday night to the Masonic Lodge. I wish I could remember or had been old enough to fully appreciate the stories he used to tell about the Old South and old days here. Once a cyclone came over the hill, jumped over our place and did some damage in town. Am not sure I really remember it, but of course, knew of it. My mother said a sudden gust of wind with a lot of dust struck as they were having supper and blew out the lamp. By the time she had it lit the Old Squire was brushing the dust off his bald head and lighting his pipe. He was cool. Remember his funeral in 1908, and stone shows born in 1825. Understand no one owned what we called the Murphree place near Evant, but left an account of Indians.

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