The boyhood home of Carl Perkins in Tiptonville, Tn.
He hollered, "Rave on children, I'm with ya!
Rave on, cats," he cried.
"It's almost dawn, the cops are gone.
Let's all get Dixie fried."
An abandoned shack located in the vicinity of Fishhead's cabin in Irvin S. Cobb's 1911 short story "Fishhead."
"His cabin stood just below the State line, where Mud Slough runs into the lake. It was a shack of logs, the only human habitation for four miles up or down."
"Here Fishhead had lived, and here he was going to die. The Baxters were going to kill him, and this day in late summer was to be the time of the killing."
Meeting Fishhead one day, in the spring on the spindly scaffolding of the skiff landing at Walnut Log, and being themselves far overtaken in liquor and vainglorious with a bogus alcoholic substitute for courage, the brothers had accused him, wantonly and without proof, of running their trout-line and stripping it of the hooked catch -- an unforgivable sin among the water dwellers and the shanty boaters of the South. Seeing that he bore this accusation in silence, only eyeing them steadfastly, they had been emboldened then to slap his face, whereupon he turned and gave them both the beating of their lives -- bloodying their noses and bruising their lips with hard blows against their front teeth, and finally leaving them, mauled and prone, in the dirt.The Kentucky Bend (or New Madrid Bend) . . . located in the extreme southwestern part of Fulton County and Kentucky. It is separated from the rest of Kentucky because of a meander in the Mississippi River.
The tree line in the distance is the Mississippi River.
Battle of Island Number Ten located on State 22, about three miles north of Tiptonville.
The Straight Dope, The Encyclopedia Britannica, etc) state he was born in southeastern Missouri and then moved to Cayce, Kentucky as a small boy, where he acquired his nickname, albeit misspelled. This is something I am gonna have to look into . . .
Of course, reports are widespread that the place is haunted . . .
My personal experience with the area includes seeing lights dance on some of the headstones, and seeing various dark figures running through the graves only to vanish. There is also a black, beast like figure that will chase you in an attempt to make you leave. On a night that a friend and I went out there, I believe it followed us for several miles before flooding the car with an overwhelming scent of cinnamon and then vanishing.
and . . .
We also experiece seeing a shadow walk by & disappear. We also seen what looked like clear Christmas lights. My friend was looking for a certain individual buried there, said the individual`s name & asked he was at. When she did that she heard a voice hatefully saying `what do you want?!` When we seen what looked like Christmas light, we left & sped out of there. We also smelt the scent of cinnamon until we got a few miles away. My friend later told me that she heard a voice whisper `don`t go back.`
The only disturbing thing I encountered while there was a pair of stained underwear laying on the ground.
Historical marker for CSA sniper Jack Hinson. Hinson was neutral at the beginning of the war, however after two of his sons were killed and beheaded (their heads place upon the gateposts to Hinson's home) by Union soldiers, Hinson waged a one man vendetta against the Union forces in the Land Between the Lakes region. A marksman with considerable skill he "used a one of a kind custom made 50 caliber long-range 41-inch barrel Kentucky Long Rifle that weighed 18 pounds to target Union soldiers more than a half-mile away on land, transports, and gunboats along the Tennessee River and the Cumberland River, killing as many as a hundred."