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Jacob Funkhouser

Jacob Funkhouser

d. 1874
At rest at Sugar Hill Cemetery
Obituary

STORY REFERENCE DR. JACOB FUNKHOUSER OF SUMMER, ARKANSAS --- WORK, John - (By J.P. Neal) John Work came to the West with John

Ross and his party of Cherokees in 1838. He was then in appearance 25 or

30 years old, about six feet in height, weighing 180 or 190 pounds, dark

complexion, black hair worn long like the Indians of that day. He was uneducated

and unrefined but possessed a strong natural mind. His influence

was felt in any crowd or community he associated with or resided

amongst. He took up his abode along the line and soon became a frequenter

of the gambling and drinking houses then so numerous on the border. He

soon became notorious for his fighting and drinking qualities. He was an

associate of Tom Star. When Major Campbell was murdered and robbed

between Evansville and Van Buren in 1842 Tom Star, Charles Botsford

and John Work, or some of them, is supposed to be his murderers. Tom

Star at that day was notorious in the Cherokee nation and along the border

for excessive lawlessness. He was a half-breed Cherokee, in the prime

of life, with majestic, muscular frame, freighted with an unusual quantity

of strong common sense. He is still living. Charles Botsford resided in

Fayetteville, Ark.; was from some of the Eastern states and said to be of a

good family. He was well educated, fine portly appearance and possessed

unusual conversational powers, not much surpassed by Albert Pike or Ab

Fowler with whom, considering his outcome, it is almost invidious to make

a comparison. He had a wife but no children; she was a beautiful, refined

and fascinating lady. They were among the leaders of the social circle and

lived far beyond their income. This doubtless caused their downfall. In

1843, while assistant postmaster under John Stirman at Fayetteville, he

robbed the mail of quite an amount of money put up in a decoy letter. The

mail agent who was in the stage with a mail bag key in his pocket discovered

the robbery before the stage got out of town, returned immediately

and had him arrested. The money was found on his person. He was tried in

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Tragic Deaths In Northwest Arkansas & Surrounding States 1859 - 1912

the federal court at Little Rock and convicted and sentenced to the penitentiary

for 20 years. I, in company with A.M. Wilson, saw him shortly

after his conviction, he was much dejected and denied bitterly the murder

of Campbell and seemed to take that accusation harder than his conviction.

Major Campbell was a young lawyer of great promise of Van Buren, a

partner of G.W. Paschal. The firm had an extensive collecting business. He

was returning from a collecting tour when murdered. In the spring of 1846

at a trading establishment on the line near Dr. Jacob Funkhouser’s, John

Work and James Gollahar, a worthy young man about twenty-five years

old who resided in the community, were disputing about the murder of an

old negro man who was killed on the line road between that place and Van

Buren a short time previous. Work gave Gollahar the lie. Gollahar, disliking

to truckle like a whipped spaniel, made some spirited reply, Work drew

his bowie knife, plunged it into him killing him immediately, then mounted

his horse and fled. An officer and posse were sooon in pursuit.

[Fayetteville Democrat 1/11/1889]

{Continued from last week.] Work was not long in crossing the line and

reaching his hiding place in the Cherokee Nation. The pursuit was soon

given up. Along in the summer afterwards he was wanted by the authorities

of the nation for some offense and was hunted down and pursued so

closely that he fled to this side of the line, horseless and hatless with his

apparel well picked with briars and brush. He made his hiding place in a

forest with dense undergrowth east of Dr. Funkhouser’s plantation where

he was harbored by old Jake, a servant of Big John West, who was a halfbrother

of Tom Star. Jake carried his provision to him late at night. When

he reached the edge of the thicket he would hoot like an owl and Work

would answer in the same way. Work wished to kill Dr. F. and John Harnage

and then leave the country, In watching the movements of Dr. F. he learned

that he fed a lot of hogs near a thicket once every day day about the same

hour. He told Jake to steal the doctor’s fine mare and a bridle and saddle

and to being them to him a certain night, that he would kill the Dr. the

next day and leave the country, leaving Harnage to Mat Feating or Isaac

Gan. Jake, not liking the idea of having the Dr. killed, communicated the

whole matter to Mose, a servant of the Dr., and asked his advice. Mose

communicated the plot to the Dr. who at once sent for Sheriff O’Bryant to

come at once with his writ and posse and to arrest Work. Jake told Work

that he would bring the mare on the night specified. O’Bryant, with W.B.

Taylor, one of his deputies, Tom Ballard, Charles Severs and David Fine,

arrived at the Dr.’s a little after night, formed their plans, examined their

arms, filled Jake’s little sack with provisions and about 10 o’clock set out

on foot for the place of capture. The Dr. carried his fowling piece well charged

and Mose a heavy hickory stick. The Dr. said he did not like to be in the

vicinity of that outlaw at that time of night without something to protect

himself, that he and Mose might be needed as a reserve. Reaching the

place the men concealed themselves near the path along which Jake was

to conduct him. The Dr. and Mose were posted some thirty or forty yards

off. Things being arranged Jake hooted like an owl; no answer; he hooted

again, no answer; he hooted the third time, when away off in the density of

the thicket a plaintive, almost inaudible answer was heard. The signals

were repeated and Work slowly approached. When within a hundred yards

or two Jake went forward to meet him and told him that he had the mare

and rig hitched at a certain place. After Work had eaten a hearty snack

they set out along the path for the place where the animal was hitched,

Jake leading. When near the ambuscade Jake quickened his step to put as

many feet between himself and Work as he could without causing suspicion.

Work reached the fatal spot, at the word fire, the report of five rifles

broke the stillness of the night. Work sprang towards Jake, bowie-knife in

hand, and fell full length burying the blade of the knife in the ground exclaiming,

“Oh, Jake.” He was cautiously approached and found to be alive

but badly wounded. Mose was dispatched for a vehicle and was conveyed

to the Dr.’s residence. He would not talk although he seemed to have his

right mind and power of speech. In that sullen condition he laid until next

morning when he straightened himself out, laid his hands across his breast,

uttering these words: “I am caught.” and expired. The death of no outlaw

on the border ever gave as much security and joy as the death of Work.

OBryant was idolized. The last time I saw O’Bryant was at Austin, Tex.

He was living west of San Antonio engaged in stock raising. W.B. Taylor

lives on his farm in Prairie Grove valley. Tom Ballard is at his old home in

Price township. Mose lives on a portion of the Funkhouser plantation. Dr.

F., Charles Severs and David Fine have passed over the river. I don’t know

what has become of Jake.

[Fayetteville Democrat 1/18/1889]--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Dr. John Jacob Funkhouser

The Funkhouser family arrived in west Washington County

about 1830, and located a few miles southwest of Lincoln, where

they established a large farm on what came to be called Sugar

Hill, from the many sugar maple trees that grew there. Sugar

Hill became the name of a community, and the church building

of that name is still in use. The Sugar Hill Cemetery was first

established as the Funkhouser Cemetery; it is still sometimes. so

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