Tales of Knotts Island
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INTRODUCTION

KNOTTS ISLAND: ITS GEOGRAPHY

FIRST SETTLERS

BOYS AMUSEMENTS

BUMBLEBEES

JACOB DAWLEY

FIRST SCHOOLS

BURKES SCHOOL

BRIGGS SCHOOL

BRIGGS AGAIN

EARLY FAMILY NAMES

OLD GUNNERS

COOPER & BOWDEN

FISHING

TWO GREAT STORMS

POLITICS

SENIORS

MYTHOLOGY

HAUNTED PLACES

WITCHCRAFT

STATE OF SOCIETY

EARLY CHURCHES

CHURCH REVIVALS

TWO ROADS

CHURCH PROCEEDINGS

METHODISM

METHODIST CONFERENCE

WOODHOUSE

KNOTTS ISLAND LONG AGO

NEW TIMES

CHURCH WORSHIP

INTEMPERANCE

RADICAL CHANGE

KNOWLEDGE

THE CLOSE


Be aware that the information in these tales is dated and, as expected, may not be as socially, politically, or racially sensitive as current writings.
TALES OF KNOTTS ISLAND

by Henry Beasley Ansell

from 1907 to 1912

KNOTTS' ISLAND: ITS GEOGRAPHY

If you will look at the map of North Carolina you will find that Currituck County covers the northeast portion of this map, and by looking at the northeast part of this county map you will see what looks like a square piece of land as if it had been belched forth from the State of Virginia. The western portion of this Island map is the Great Marsh three and half miles across to Morse's Point. This marsh with its knolls and Mackey's Island help to make up this apparently square island map. Knotts Island proper, though, only covers the eastern portion of this square, averaging scarcely more than one mile in width from the bay on the east to this Great Marsh on the west. This Island has always been called seven and half miles long & its area can not cover much over that many square miles. About five miles of this Island is in North Carolina, the remainder in the state of Virginia. The space between this Island and the Atlantic averages from two to four miles, made up with bays, marshes, hummocks, creeks and the sandy seashore; the latter is interspersed with "Washwoods" and other timbered sections; and a channel penetrating the whole length of the Island connecting Long Island Sound in Virginia on the north with Currituck Sound on the South.

There was once a deep creek that entered this Great Marsh, North of Mackey's Island and ran through the Barl's Island Bay, making this Island knolls &c. an Island proper; but this creek called Back Creek has so filled up that a person can walk from the Island to Morse's Point, in a dry time, without crossing the bridge that span it. This creek never afforded much water where the marsh road crosses it, for the surveyors in their report said so in 1728, when the line between Va., and N. C. was ran & settled.

The soil of this Island is a light sandy loam, sand predominating; excellent trucking land, but even now little used for that purpose other than home consumption, yet, I believe some progress is making in that direction. There is no more suitable place in Currituck County for trucking than this Island, and why the whole place is not a truck garden has often staggered the writer.

But recently the writer was informed why the people did not extensively follow this modern industry, was on account of uncertain transportation. Yes, and the same thing works a serious wrong to all the trucking sections of this county, as well. The Island, owing to its soil and situation has always been famous for peaches, apples, cherries and many other fruits. In past days in orchards and yards there were plenty and to spare of all these delicious fruits and they were free to those who would help themselves.

About this Island by the sea.
This book of tales will tell;
The people there alert and free,
In blissful vein cloth dwell.
It's daily washed by bay and sound,
Its shores sometimes in sea,
It extends due north of our sound,
Into Virginia
The west may boast of mountains grand,
Their peaks and gorges show,
But mountain sandhills here we have,
On the Atlantic shore.
The old Atlantic's stormy swell,
When rushing to its strand,
There's nothing more romantic,
When it breaks upon the sand.
Come now ye lads your sweethearts take,
And place them on these peaks,
Their eyes agazing oceanward,
The breakers at their feet;
The moon now flashing diamonds,
On ocean's frothing crests
Pop the serious question boys,
They'll likely answer yes.
Then away with lengthy courtships,
These sandhills being near,
With pockets lined with green-back bills,
The license never fear.

 

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