This incident happened sometime in the mid 1930s and I would have been 5 or 6 years old at the time so my memories of the incident are not totally complete, however, I will relate them as I remember them.
As my Dad described it, their dumb bull was made by using a section of a hollow log, perhaps 3 feet long or so, with an animal hide stretched and fastened very tightly over one end of the log much like a drum head on a snare drum. A small hole would be punched in the center of the animal hide and a piece of strong cord or string 2 or 3 feet long with knots tied on one end would be dropped from inside the log down through the hole in the animal hide. The string would be coated heavily with pine resin. When a person pulled the resin coated string between their fingers it would truly produce a hideous sound that would truly make you quake in your shoes. By pointing the log in a direction, the sound would be directional and guaranteed to make anyone think that “the hounds of hell” had been set loose.
I believe it was in the fall of the year and living far out in the country during the deep days of the 30s depression there was no TV and little radio so one made ones own entertainment. I believe 4 or 5 of the neighborhood men decided to create some fun and play tricks on the neighborhood boys and young men. I believe my Dad was the perpetrator of the entire affair. I don’t recall if Woodrow was one of the members of the “outlaws” or if he was in the group that was going to get the “bejabbers” scared out of them.
Night-time hunting was a great sport and means of entertainment at that time and the decision was made to get a group of the neighborhood boys together and take them hunting. I don’t know how many of the boy there were but I imagine there was perhaps 10 or 12, maybe even more. A couple of the bad guys would collect the boys and take them into the woods just a bit after dark. They would have been carrying kerosene lanterns or carbide lamps(the types used my miners at one time) to provide light to make their way through the briars, brambles, woods, and barbed wire fences as they made their way to the area where the hunt was to begin.
In the meantime the perpetrators had earlier gone deep into the woods and were high atop the hills in a distant field. So the group of hunters, after climbing through wire fences and finding their way via lantern light, were noisily making their way toward what they thought was going to be a night of sitting around an open fire and listening to the hunting dogs track their prey and hearing all of the tall tales that men tell when they gather. I am sure they were already being entertained by those leading with tales of ghosts, monsters, and wild animals, so there would have been an apprehensive mood set, but from the leader’s standpoint, the best was yet to come. I also believe it was on a dark night with little or no moonlight.
It was about this time that the ones operating the dumb bull decided to “cut it loose” and that they did with a long, wavering pull of the fingers tightly on the string, and from all descriptions, the sound was all it was meant to be. The group of young hunters hearing the awful sound stopped dead in their tracks. I believe there ensued a discussion of what that awful sound was and where did it come from. I am sure that there was a lot of speculation by the leaders, for the benefit of the young hunters, as to what they thought. I am sure the words monster, a fearsome wild animal, and ghost being some of the words used.
At about that time, having given the already scared youths something to think about, the dumb bull operators gave a couple of more rips that were much scarier and profound than the first. One of the leaders with the young hunters shouted, “Run, it is upon us” and with that the stampede was on, all the while the dumb bull bellowing behind them. They threw lights and caution to the wind and blindly ran through briars, into trees, and into and through barbed wire fences. Upon reaching the road, they scattered to the wind to their homes with, I am sure, tales of the terrors that had invaded Queens Creek and how they had managed to escape. Many had cuts, bruises, clothes torn from them by the barbed wire and brambles and horrible memories that would keep them from much sleep that night.
As the story of the event circulated through the neighborhood many parents became very upset with threats of civil suits, etc. I don’t believe they were ever able to put a name to the perpetrators of the event and I don’t think the stunt was ever tried again.
Robert, this is about the best and most that I can remember of the event. In thinking about the event it might be fun to go to Queens Creek and recreate it, but then again, the past is best left to the past. I hope this provides you with a bit of pleasure in remembering those times and especially the memories you have of your Mom and her family. They were the best.
Richard
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