Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Years ago, I lived in south Missouri near the town of Hermitage. We had a garden out behind an old shed on the side of a hill. The dirt in that area was sort of a reddish brown color with lots of rock mixed in. You wouldn't think it would raise very good crops by looking at it. But it did, some of my most productive gardens were in that soil.
One spring I was tilling up the dirt, when all of a sudden the tiller locked up and killed the motor. I saw a big rock bound up in the tines and dug it out. I tossed it at the shed and as it bounced off and hit the ground I noticed it had a small hole in it. Curious, I walked over and picked it up to examine it a little closer. I could see there was more dirt inside so I took a stick and removed the rest of the dirt. I realized I was holding an Indian pipe bowl made from sandstone. I had often found full and broken arrowheads in the garden, but this was a specail find.
The house place was on a ridge that was near where a small stream ran into the Pomme de Terre River. My guess is that in the past the Indians that lived in that area must of had a campsite along that ridge. X.