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Faith Burch continues:

"The only other family properly belonging in the district was the Walkers. There was a father and four sons. I was cautioned to speak to them only in emergencies. The Sudderths who seemed to share the feuding spirit of the South, preserved an armed truce, so to speak, with them.

The Walkers belonged to a family of rather illustrious pioneers. Reverend Elkanah Walker had been associated with Marcus Whitman in 1838, and after the Whitman massacre joined the Willamette group of missionaries. He was one of the founders of Salem University and made a proviso that any of his lineage who chose to matriculate at the University should be received without expense. Jerry, Marcus Walker's eldest son, had availed himself of this opportunity, and was graduated from the University. All the Walkers were fine looking men - tall, with good physiques, and attractive personalities. Jerry came to see me occasionally and read part of "Rasselas" to me.

His brother, John, met me in the road one day and challenged me to shoot his rifle. Nonchalantly, I fired without sighting. To my amazement, I hit the target. I do not remember ever having fired a gun before. But, I put on a poker face, as if I had done nothing out of the ordinary. I had instantly won John's respect and was wise enough to refuse to shoot again. I told him I had been brought up not to waste ammunition - which was true.

There was a post office in the neighborhood. Its mistress was Mrs. John Bockover. She had several children not old enough to go to school. I often stopped there for an hour on my way home. Sometimes I stayed all night. When I did, if the boys in the nearby camp (the Walkers, Earl Whalin, Volney Roberts, and others) knew I was there they would sometimes bring a guitar or a violin and serenade us. This was an event to me. I presume every woman loves a serenade.

It was while I was at Axford that we had the smallpox epidemic. I nursed the whole 'kit and bilin' of the Sudderths through it. Jerry Walker came and offered to help me, but Sudderth would not permit it. I never did find out the roots of their vendetta, but it seemed that when Eoline was small, Johnny, who was five or six years older, had teased her with a frog tied to the end of a string.

Eoline, who was a phlegmatic girl of sixteen, weighing some 215 pounds when I knew her, was disposed to overlook the dastardly deed. But not so her parents. To them, Johnny was nothing more nor less than an outlaw."