Rides VII

Dad said the Merrimac area was the Wild West even by the time he was born and for sometime after. They were some pretty surly characters in the area and Dad had stories to tell about some of them. It is hard to imagine but there are some interesting evidence to indicate many of the stories are true.

Dad told me a story he heard about an island in the river just south of Merrimac. It seems that some bootleggers built a two-room shanty on the island. It had a door on each end. The rooms were not joined except buy a strange arrangement. A hole had been cut in the wall between and a large barrel just the size of the opening was placed upright in the center. It turned one way or the other on an axel right down the middle. The barrel had an opening on the side with a shelf.

Buyers would come in one door, place their money in the opening and the barrel would turn. Soon the barrel would turn again and their whiskey would appear in the opening. The buyer and seller never saw one another. Seems like an awful lot of work to get a drink.

The Fairfield Ledger of March 12, 1890 printed this story about the place:

"The sheriff of Jefferson County discovered a veritable ‘hole in the wall’ on a small island in the Skunk River a short distance south of Merrimac, Friday. The building was a rude shanty of two rooms, and in the partition dividing it was a revolving barrel with a shelf in it where money could be exchanged for a drink of liquor without the purchaser or seller seeing one another. It was locked up and abandoned, but the officer burst the doors and seized twelve bottles of beer and a small quantity of whiskey he found inside. Although liquor and tobacco were undoubtedly sold in the place, no government licenses were to be seen. The place was operated by a gang of toughs who have given the Federal and Henry County authorities no little trouble for a number of years past, and a dozen or more of them have been arrested by United States Marshals. Members of this same gang are the fellows who thought when they sold liquor on a boat in the river that they were amenable to neither state nor federal law. The liquor will be tried before a justice of this county."

I am a little puzzled by the last sentence? Did that mean “tried” as in tasted or “tried” as in court? How do you try a liquid? If that old shanty could talk think of the stories it could tell! Hmmm… It is clear that this area was as wild as Dad had said.

Sometimes when we would float down the river from Merrimac I would wonder about that island. Because of the constant changing of the river, islands come and go over time. We found some large sand bars but no islands in that area on our trips so the actual spot will probably never be found.