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Noted it seems like there certain elements out there whom think they can copy write our blood who are NOT US BENGES AND ALLIED FAMILES it wont stand up. You cannot copy write a govt document or anything thats not your original work. a tax list a census record is cannot be copy righted. But never the less some think they can non Benges. Out of hell said benge like hell says I. if you mr copy writer are ho,. theres plenty lakes out there, every heard the saying go jump in a lake.
below is Benge tale from WB Fllipin interview excerpt of long interview old marion AR.
. about the year of 1869 or so, a large detachment of Indians came
through this country, said to be about three thousand men, women and
children, moving west. They were Cherokees and Creeks. I am not
certain as to the time, as there has been at least two moves, for some
refused to go with the first immigration. Many of the Cherokees were
well dressed and riding good horses, fine-looking men from their
appearance I judged them to be half breeds, while the majority many of
them were poorly clad. Some of the women only having blankets
wrapped around them, several carrying papooses wrapped in a blanket
or some kind of cloth and fastened to the back of their mothers. Seeing
so many, I wondered that I did not hear a scream from a single
papoose. I do not think that the women (I mean our wives) if the men
would tie their papooses on their backs, and start them on foot a
hundred or perhaps two hundred miles, but what they would have
music continually that would not be very melodious or charming to listen
to. It was winter when they came to White river, ice was frozen over
along the banks of the river. As I was to assist the ferryman in setting
the host across the river, in a very ordinary ferry boat with two oars to
row with. Instead of their stopping to make terms to cross the river in
the ferry boat, they never pretended to halt, but waded across the river,
women and men, all except the few who had horses or carriages. They
did not pretend to let the women who had papooses ride. It reminded
me of a drove of cattle crossing a stream. The river was unusually low
at the time, but it was over 200 yards wide. I stepped it once on the ice
when it was frozen over. They camped shortly after crossing the river,
and built up fires and remained all night. The agent, whose name I have
forgotten, had come on before them, and bought provisions for man
and beast, at least to supply what was lacking. There came that evening
to the camp, a large fine looking man, whom I had seen a few times
before, who had recently come to the county. He had a brother that had
preceded him several years, they both came from Kentucky. The eldest
one was named Erving Hogan, the other Micajah Hogan. He was a
gambler, and had come for the purpose of gambling with the Indians
which he did that night, and won a considerable amount of money. Next
day early the host moved on, but two Indians crossed back over the
river. Hogan had returned and put up at the house of the ferryman. I
learned that the name of one of the Indians was Benge, a subchief, the
other, a tall active looking Indian whose name was Young. He
immediately told Hogan his business was to play a game of cards with
him. Hogan readily consented. They sat down on a large log and
commenced playing what is called "seven up". Hogan kept talking,
presently a crowd had gathered to see the game. Young hardly ever
spoke, but seemed to watch the game closely. I noticed that Hogan was
losing almost every game. They were betting freely, playing out a hand.
Hogan came in one of being out, as they called the end of the game.
Hogan threw down his cards and cried out, in a loud tone of
voice, "out." Yes said the Indian "out of Hell and ..pity for that." Young
got up pretty soon after, and said, I am not satisfied I have won back all
the money you won from me last night ...age, during the game,
kept ....ing in Indian to Young. Hogan ....him to speak in English,
and .......Benge, whose eyes fairly ...... fire, returning the compli-
......and drew out a fine silver .......ed pistol. Continued next week.
[NOTE: the end of this column was torn on the left side.]
Friday, July 7, 1899
Hogan told him that he had no arms. Benge said, you shall not have
that for an excuse, and pulled out a mate to the pistol he had and
offered it to Hogan, but he refused to take it. I expected to see Benge
shoot him, but he let fly a volley of oaths, cursing Hogan and the white's
saying, they had taken their homes from them, and compelled them to
go from the homes of their fathers, to a land they knew nothing of in
the far west: Hogan told him he had nothing to do with it. Benge was a
large square built man and appeared as vicious as an enraged lion.
Benge and Young mounted their horses and rode off. I don't mean to
say that Hogan was not a brave man, I have seen him in several fierce
contests, and he never seemed to fear the face of any man, but the
Indian seemed to get the drop on him. I was at this time a clerk in my
uncle Jesse Goodman's store; he also owned the ferry. I had an
opportunity to see many a scene and drunken row that give me a
distaste against the too liberal use of what is called in
Arkansas "mountain dew." I agree with Harry, in his life of Francis
Marion, when his men got drunk and refused to obey his orders, and
overtake a squad of retreating tories when they happened on a barrel of
apple brandy:
O Brandy Brandy bane of life
Source of tumult and of strife
Could I but half they curses tell,
The wise would wish thee safe
in Hell.
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