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| Separating a people's culture from their weapons is, in some cases, hard. In the case of the Ozarks, it might be darned near impossible. In times past, the Ozarks were a rough place and it just didn't pay to go around unarmed. While the region has mellowed considerably in the past hundred years, a strong connection to self-reliance, the craftsmanship of weapons, and the right to bear arms remain. |
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| Above, hand-made knives by the James River Knifeworks (upper) and by Wayne Rice, Silver Dollar City craftsman (lower). Photo credit: J. Heston (5/27/08) Fred Morrow, M.D.,...buried the horse, and set up practice in and around Green Forest, in truly backhill Ozarks. His first case was a gunshot wound, his second and third were knife wounds. Then came an influx of babies, followed by a virtual epidemic of gunshot wounds. Among the latter were two members of a U.S. marshal's party who had ridden out into the lime-cave hills to haul in Old Illegal, alias Greene Wilson. Four law men rode out. Only two rode back. The other two returned to the village face downward in a rented farm wagon. Both the wounded had been shot in the buttocks. That looked very much like the antics of Old Illegal. My doctor uncle tweezered out the bullets; both were home-molded mini balls obviously fired from a muzzle-loader with low powder charges. When the marshal asked what the young doctor made of it, my medical doctor uncle answered: "I've seen that mold of minie balls before. 'Pears to be where Greene Wilson customarily shoots the federal men.'" Pages 18, 19, Wilson, Charles Morrow, The Bodacious Ozarks: True Tales of the Backhills, Pelican Publishing Company, 1959. |
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