This information comes from a letter sent Sept. 1893 by Adelaide Berry Duncan to her grandchildren.
A gal named Polly Price, before she was married to that weaver, Luke Laughlin. When she was a little girl, this Polly rode a fine young mare that was a great favorite in the family some miles to a neighbor's, and as she was coming home, a bull was roaming in the woods and took after her. She ran the mare and got home safe and she wanted to keep the mare put up until the bull left, but no, her husband would turn her out, saying the mare could keep out of the bull's way; but the next day they found the mare dead, gored to death by the bull. I tell this so his great grandsons may know to heed their wives.
A gal named Polly Price, before she was married to that weaver, Luke Laughlin. When she was a little girl, this Polly rode a fine young mare that was a great favorite in the family some miles to a neighbor's, and as she was coming home, a bull was roaming in the woods and took after her. She ran the mare and got home safe and she wanted to keep the mare put up until the bull left, but no, her husband would turn her out, saying the mare could keep out of the bull's way; but the next day they found the mare dead, gored to death by the bull. I tell this so his great grandsons may know to heed their wives.
This information comes from a letter sent Sept. 1893 by Adelaide Berry Duncan to her grandchildren.
A gal named Polly Price, before she was married to that weaver, Luke Laughlin. When she was a little girl, this Polly rode a fine young mare that was a great favorite in the family some miles to a neighbor's, and as she was coming home, a bull was roaming in the woods and took after her. She ran the mare and got home safe and she wanted to keep the mare put up until the bull left, but no, her husband would turn her out, saying the mare could keep out of the bull's way; but the next day they found the mare dead, gored to death by the bull. I tell this so his great grandsons may know to heed their wives.
A gal named Polly Price, before she was married to that weaver, Luke Laughlin. When she was a little girl, this Polly rode a fine young mare that was a great favorite in the family some miles to a neighbor's, and as she was coming home, a bull was roaming in the woods and took after her. She ran the mare and got home safe and she wanted to keep the mare put up until the bull left, but no, her husband would turn her out, saying the mare could keep out of the bull's way; but the next day they found the mare dead, gored to death by the bull. I tell this so his great grandsons may know to heed their wives.
