Hix had blue eyes, and when he was young he had bright red hair. He smoked Bull Durham tobacco in a pipe - there were little cloth tobacco bags and cigarette papers all around his barn. One of his grandsons remembers him in the 1950's sitting in his rocking chair in the front room of his house, picking up his pipe, pulling out a bag of tobacco from his shirt pocket and filling the pipe, then lighting it. All the while he would be telling a story. He had a gift for spinning a yarn and salting it with humor. Ruth Arnold, his sister, said he got both the red hair and the gift of gab from his Irish ancestors - the Queens.

There is a souvenir book of picture postcards entitled "Moffat Road" that was mailed by Hix Mullis to Miss Callie Arganbright, Worland, Bates Co, Mo. It is postmarked August 17 ___ Steamboat Springs, Colorado. The year is obliterated but it had to be either 1907 or 1908. Hix and his brother Coyet were travelling together, according to a family history written by their sister Ruth. The Moffat Road was a railroad over Rollins pass ascending to 11,600 feet at the Corona station on the Continental Divide. Hix liked to tell a story about how the train was so slow while climbing the long grade that he could jump off and pick wildflowers for the ladies on the train and still be able to catch up and get back on.

He was a big, strong, large-boned man. The writer of this biography heard the following story from two sons on different occasions: There was a feed store in a nearby town, maybe Worland or Foster. In this store there were a couple of sacks of grain that sat by the front door - weighing well past a hundred pounds each - enough at any rate that the store owner made an offer he thought no one could take him up on. Pick both of them up and carry them off and they were yours. Merle Mullis said his dad got down on the floor, got a grip on both sacks, got up on his knees, then rose to his feet and carried them out the front door and put them in his farm wagon.

He was a deacon in his Baptist church and for many years on the local school board. His wife Callie, the mother of all his children, died tragically young, of throat cancer in 1936. Some fourteen years later he married again.

Newspaper clipping: "Mrs. Leona Keller and Mr. Hix Mullies were married in Butler, Missouri, 10 May 1950 by Probate Judge Frank Long. This esteemable couple are well known and have a host of friends. Hope the Lord will see fit to spare them to years of happiness together."

Leona was born Leona Avis Graham. She was widowed three times. Her first husband was Oren Henne, a first cousin of Callie Arganbright Mullis. Leona could cook - in fact she had run a restaurant. This writer remembers the meals served on the big table in Hix's farmhouse. There were a great many dishes - all delicious. What man in his sixties could resist such a woman. They were indeed a happy couple.

obituary - HIX MULLIES DIED WEDNESDAY MORNING
Hix Mullies, 73, passed away Wednesday morning, 2 May 1962 at the Mercy Hospital in Fort Scott, Kansas, where he has been since suffering a stroke at his home, west of Foster, Missouri, Tuesday afternoon.
Mr. Mullies was a native of Bates County and born 9 July 1889 [should be 1888]. He is a member of the Baptist church. He is survived by the wife of the home, two daughters, Mrs. Velma Thomas, Denver, Colorado and Mrs. Fern Adams, Pleasanton, Kansas; three sons, Leonard of California; Clifford of Boulder, Colorado; and Merle of Denver; three step-children; Verle Henne, Fort Scott, Kansas; Orville Henne, Pleasanton, Kansas; Mrs. Edward Humphrey, Hume Missouri; two sisters, Ellen Miller and Ruth Arnold, Kansas City, Missouri; two brothers C. O. Mullies, Hume, Missouri; and Ivan Mullies, Worland, Missouri; sixteen grandchildren, three great grandchildren and other relatives and friends.
Funeral services were held Saturday afternoon, 5 May at the Worland Baptist church with the pastor, Rev. Dale Lacquement in charge, assisted by Rev. P. W. Bryan officiating. Burial was in the Woodfin Cemetery.

This writer attended the funeral. There were so many people that came to the little Worland church that they couldn't all get in. Many of them stood outside in the yard and listened to the service through open windows.