Kentucky's Famous Feuds and Tragedies Authentic History of the World Renowned Vendettas of the Dark and Bloody Ground — Context and Discussion
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There were few courts, and the justices presiding over them knew but little law. If the law proved too slow, or courts were too far away, the settlers tried criminals and inflicted the punishment. The backwoodsman was prompt to avenge a wrong. He was grim, stern, strong, easily swayed by stormy passions, and always a lover of freedom, to the core. He had suffered horrible injuries from the Indians and learned to retaliate in kind. He became cruel and relentless toward an enemy, but was loyal to the death to his friends and country. He was upright and honest. These pioneers were indeed cast in the heroic mold. Many of them fell in the struggle; but there was no time for sentiment and wailing. Over the prostrate bodies of the fallen civilization marched triumphantly westward and gave to America one of the most attractive regions, to the nation heroic soldiers, brilliant lawyers, men of science and of art, and a womanhood whose beauty and accomplishments are a byword everywhere.
With the close of Indian hostilities came rapid development of the more easily accessible portions of the state. Intercourse with the East and North obliterated old habits and customs and primitive notions. The fertility of the soil created wealth and with it came comfort. With increasing prosperity came that high intellectual development so essential to a sound, moral public sentiment, respect for the law, and love of peace and order, the foundation stones of a happy social structure. Schools and churches demonstrated their all-powerful influence by the refinement and social purity of the inhabitants. The _code duello_ which had formerly been resorted to almost universally in settling personal differences, was made a crime by law and completely disappeared.
In the mountains, however, development was slow. That section remained isolated and practically cut off from intercourse with the more populous and advanced portions of Kentucky and surrounding States. Only in recent years have railroads begun to spread their iron network through the mountains, tapping the almost inexhaustible coal veins, mineral deposits of various kinds, wonderful forests of timber, until now that section is become the richest in the State.
Education and refinement distinguished the Blue Grass Kentuckian at an early date; he had long enjoyed the advantages of modern civilization, while his mountaineer brother yet lived in the primitive fashion of his forebears, and still remained a backwoodsman. He suffered the same privations and possessed the traits of character of the early pioneers of the Blue Grass.
For long years the mountain section remained a wilderness, with here and there a small settlement. The inhabitants lived the lives of frontiersmen and were generally poor. While many of them owned large tracts of land, its productiveness scarcely repaid the labor spent in cultivation. The great majority of these people were honest, upright and hardworking, but the wilderness, the frontier, unfortunately attracts the vicious, the violent, the criminal, the shiftless, the outcast of better communities. Such characters have a pernicious influence upon those with whom they come in contact, especially upon the young and thoughtless fellows with a taste for viciousness.[2] The mountains of the surrounding states of Virginia, West Virginia and Tennessee offered admirable asylum to fugitives from justice of those States. As like seeks like, individuals and families of that stripe settled near each other, intermarried, and thus formed a dangerous element in an otherwise good population.
Life in the wilderness, the frontier, is apt to bring out the true nature of the man, and his qualities, good or bad, are accentuated. The history of every frontier of this country is the same. The man who leaves the restraining influence of civilization behind him, becomes either _man_ or devil. If there is "dog-hair" in a man, the wilderness, the frontier, will sprout it.
When the wicked element in a community had once gained a foothold, it organized against possible interference. Once organization was complete, all attempts to enforce law and order were promptly stifled through terrorization which intimidated courts and overawed the officers of the law. Under such circumstances the good element has but one alternative--to lie supinely on its back and ask to be killed, or to organize and strike back at the enemy, to destroy the vicious with powder and shot, in open fight, if possible, from ambush if necessary, as their sires fought in the days of the Indian. Herein lies the secret of the long-continued, bloody internecine strifes which have made the dark and bloody ground of the Indian days more dark and more bloody. Herein we find the ready and clear explanation of the fact that many men of unquestioned integrity and honor were thrown into the vortex of bloody strife from necessity, to fight for preservation of themselves, their families, their firesides.
Mutzenberg opens the Hatfield-McCoy feud not with a thesis but with a list: origin, fight, killing, butchery, murder, tell-tale lock of hair. The table of contents reads like a drumroll of atrocities. This cataloging impulse—breaking vendettas into named episodes—governs the book's structure. Each chapter becomes a discrete set piece, yet the prose within those set pieces varies sharply. In battle scenes, sentences shorten, verbs multiply: “fell, rose again and, running toward the switch, sank to the ground to rise no more.” In legal passages, the syntax lengthens, the tone turns clinical. The result is a work that oscillates between pulp sensationalism and courtroom report, never quite settling into a single register.
The Reporter’s Eye and the Moralist’s Voice
Mutzenberg writes as a journalist who has collected testimony, not as a participant. He notes that a witness “admitted that he fired three shots into the body of Jay Tolliver after he was down” and that this same man “afterwards became a willing witness for the prosecution.” The detail is precise, the judgment implicit. Yet the narrator also steps forward with broad pronouncements: “There were undoubtedly some bad men in this fight … to whom may be ascribed some excesses.” The word “excesses” does moral work while the surrounding sentences catalogue the acts. This dual voice—one part stenographer, one part moral referee—gives the prose its distinctive tension. Mutzenberg rarely condemns in the first person; instead he lets the accumulation of detail imply a verdict, then occasionally underlines it with a phrase like “inhuman butchery.”
Pace as a Rhetorical Weapon
The battle of June 22, 1887, is rendered in staccato: “The firing was continuous for two hours … Over fifteen hundred shots were fired.” Then, abruptly, the paragraph shifts: “There was a general sense of relief among the inhabitants when the battle was over and the dreaded Tollivers were wiped out.” The speed of the prose mirrors the violence, then slows to a civic sigh. Mutzenberg uses this contrast repeatedly. A chase or shootout gets short, verb-driven sentences; the aftermath gets longer, more reflective periods. When he quotes Captain McPherson’s report, the language becomes formal, almost legalistic: “Obedience to the law and protection from the law, are reciprocal rights and duties.” The reader is shuttled between adrenaline and jurisprudence, a rhythm that keeps the narrative from becoming monotonous.
The Tell-Tale Detail and the Missing Motive
Mutzenberg loves a concrete object that stands for a larger truth. The “tell-tale bloody lock of hair” in the Hatfield-McCoy feud is one such token; the “forged order for delivery of prisoner” in the Tolliver-Martin affair is another. These items anchor the story in evidence. Yet the excerpts offer little interiority. We learn what men did, not why they felt they had to do it. The closest Mutzenberg comes to explanation is a brief note: “The two chief causes of the feud. Politics and whiskey.” That is all. The reader is left to infer motive from action. This restraint may reflect the author’s sources—court records, newspaper accounts, interviews with survivors—but it also creates a peculiar effect: the feuds feel both meticulously documented and psychologically opaque.
Readers will find that Mutzenberg’s book rewards attention to its shifts in tempo. When the prose races, watch for the moment it brakes—often a sign that a legal document or a moral judgment is about to intrude. The gaps between action and reflection are where the book’s implicit argument about lawlessness and order lives. Treat the table of contents as a map of set pieces, but read for the connective tissue: the trials, the reports, the quiet sentences that follow the gunfire.
Reading Mutzenberg’s breathless accounts, I kept thinking how the pauses between gunshots carry their own weight. His legal summaries felt like quiet clearings after chaos—much like the measured cadence in Battle of Fort George: A paper read on March 14th, 1896 — Reading Companion struck me, a long exhale after a battle’s noise, leaving room for what the silence implies.
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