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This is a guest post from my friend Harvey Hughett The STRANGE DREAM God’s Hillbilly Warrior Goes Yondering (Part 4 of 9)© Harvey Hughett

The train that was going to Knoxville wouldn’t pass by for several hours, so Berthy wandered around the carnival, curious and sometimes repulsed by what she saw. She was uncomfortable because her daddy had told her that carnivals were Satan’s playhouse. She again saw girls wearing short shorts and was tempted to call them to repentance, but the last time she’d done that, there were severe repercussions that took three years out of her life. As she passed the hoochie-coochie tent, she clutched her crystal hard, put a hex on a dime, and gave it to the scantily dressed woman taking tickets. Berthy smiled.

The air was filled with music, laughter, and the tempting smells of carnival food. She was hungry and bought a hot dog with chili but no onions. She hated onions and was suspicious of people who ate them. Up in the mountains, her brothers ate wild ramps they’d find in the woods. They were ten times worse than onions.

She was starting to relax and enjoy the less sinful sights of the carnival. As she was finishing up the hot dog, an overconfident man who obviously thought himself to be God’s gift to women approached her and said, “Hey there, pretty lady. How about you and me take a stroll around the carnival?”

Berthy, cautious, said, “Excuse me? I don’t think so, Mister.”

The man: “Aw, come on now. Don’t be like that. I bet we could have a real good time. I’ll pay for all the rides, food, and sideshows.”

Berthy: (firmly) “I said no. And I mean it. I don’t run around with men I don’t know.”

The man (reaching out and grabbing her arm) “Don’t be so uptight, sweetheart.”

Berthy: (swiftly) “That’s it! How many times do I have to say no?” Without thinking, she stabbed him in the eyes with her fingers, grabbed him by the neck, and knocked him to the ground. A swift and really hard kick to his crotch with her boot settled him down for the evening. Her brother, who’d been in the Army, taught her those tricks. He said the secret was to catch ‘em by surprise before they could react. He warned her that crotch kicks sometimes just enraged men and didn’t always work, so it was essential to have a Plan B.
The man: (clutching his groin and groaning) “Hey, why did you do that?”

Berthy: (calmly) “For not taking no for an answer. Now, git outta here a’fore I put my other boot to yore noggin. Hit’s beggin’ for a rearranging, and I think I could move yore face to the backside of yore head. From now on, you remember to treat womenfolk with respect, and you’ll be fine.”

Having had enough of the carnival, Berthy started making her way back to the railroad tracks to wait for the next train. As she did so, she was stopped by a gypsy woman with a colorful scarf and piercing eyes. “Let me tell your fortune,” the gypsy asked, holding out her hand. Curious, Berthy hesitated and nodded OK.

The gypsy took her hand, traced her fingers across the palm, closed her eyes, and murmured softly. After a moment, she looked up, her expression serious. “You will change lives on your journey. Your cats will be safe during your absence from home. Do not be discouraged by the obstacles you face, for there will be many. A higher power guides your path, and you will have an important dream that will help guide you.” Bertha wasn’t impressed and discounted the fortune but was intrigued that the gypsy knew that she had cats.

Berthy thanked the gypsy and continued to the tracks, pondering the fortune. She found an isolated boxcar parked on a sidetrack and hopped in. It was empty, and she found herself alone. She was tired and lay down for a quick nap. She soon fell into a deep sleep and had a strange dream.

In the dream, she saw herself standing on a narrow path on a bank above a raging river. On the other side, she could see a bunch of houses and a church house, all with lights twinkling like stars. The people were laughing and appeared to be happy. She was attracted to the lights, but the river seemed impossible to cross. Between her and the river, there was a barbed wire fence. A lot of people were crawling through the fence, trying to get to the river. Many were getting cut by the barbs and bleeding. Others went on down to the water and tried swimming across. Many people made it across, but others were washed away in the current. Berthy was tempted to climb over the fence but backed off when she realized how wild the river was. And she was filled with doubt. She closed her eyes and whispered a prayer that she’d be protected.

Then, the river’s water began to calm, parting to reveal a narrow path of steppingstones. Filled with wonder, Berthy climbed the fence and started walking across the river. As she did so, several monsters jumped from the water and attempted to knock her off the rocks she was on, but she was able to fight them off. When she recognized that people who had reached the other side were not really happy and were scantily dressed and making lewd gestures, she turned around and climbed back up to the path. On the path were angels, and she followed them to a beautiful home where people welcomed her warmly and offered her food and shelter.

Berthy awoke from the dream with a start, the images still vivid in her mind. She felt that she had been forewarned that her journey to Chattanooga would be filled with temptations and challenges, but she felt a renewed sense of purpose and confidence. And she was determined not to wander from the path. She would be protected as long as she had faith and determination.
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The train from Morristown to Knoxville was on schedule. She easily found the track it was on, leaped aboard, and found herself in a boxcar by herself. When she arrived in Knoxville, it was late. She jumped off, headed to an area where some empty boxcars were parked on a sidetrack, and climbed into one. The train to Chattanooga didn’t leave until 5 a.m. the following morning, so she took the blanket from her backpack, set her alarm clock, and fell asleep in the corner.

Knoxville was a key stop on the Southern Railway network, serving both passenger and freight trains. She easily jumped onto a moving boxcar now that she was getting the hang of it. The train started with a noisy jerk and rattled into the night, its rhythmic clatter a soothing backdrop as Berthy rested in a corner of the boxcar. She had the space to herself, the cool night air drifting in through the open door. The events of the previous day played through her mind, from her unexpected reunion with Wanda to the gypsy’s cryptic fortune and the strange dream.

A figure swung into the boxcar as the train slowed down in a bend about twenty miles outside of Knoxville. The stranger moved with a quiet grace; his features obscured by the shadows. Berthy’s hand instinctively went to Hercules, ready to pull it out if needed.

The figure stepped into the light, revealing a tall man with high cheekbones, a neatly trimmed beard, and piercing blue eyes. He wore a black coat and carried a small, beat-up suitcase. He looked cunning and sinister, and Berthy was afraid.

“Good evening,” he said, his voice surprisingly smooth and deceptively calm. “Mind if I join you?”

Berthy eyed him warily but nodded. “Suit yourself. Just keep to yore side, and don’t you dare come near me. I don’t trust people I don’t know.”

The man smiled and settled down across from her. They rode in silence; the only sound was the steady clack of the train wheels. Finally, curiosity got the better of Berthy.

“Who are you, mister?” she asked.

“Call me Lucian,” he replied. “And you must be Berthy. I’ve heard about you.”

Berthy’s eyes narrowed. “Heard about me? From who?”

Lucian chuckled softly. “Word travels fast among those of us who run the rails. I was behind you at the carnival when you bought a hot dog. Where are you going? What’s your story?”

Berthy responded, “I’m going someplace interesting, and it’s none of your business. “And Stories are for friends. And we ain’t friends.”

Elias: “Fair enough. But you might want to watch your back. Not everyone you meet is as friendly as I am. I can take care of you.” There was a coldness in his voice that hinted at a darker nature. He was twirling a silver ring on his finger.

Berthy: “I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks for the warning. But I can handle myself.”

Stranger: “We’ll see about that. Why don’t you share that blanket with me? If we sit close, there’s enough room for two, and we can stay warmer.”

Berthy remained cautious and guarded, thinking the man resembled someone she’d seen across the riverbank in the dream. The stranger continued talking, trying to probe and gain her trust. She was on high alert, and her instinct was to think quickly and stay one step ahead of what the stranger might try. As he stood up and started coming toward her, Berthy said, “Mister, stay where you’re at.”

Lucian acted like he didn’t hear and continued toward Berthy. As he reached his hands forward, she sensed that he was going to grab her, and she said, “I think it’s time for you to git off this train.” Then, she surprised him by leaping up, screaming in his face, and pushed him towards the open door of the moving train. He lost his balance, flailed his arms, and tried to grab onto something, but it was too late. He tumbled out, his face a mix of shock and anger. He hit the gravel by the side of the track and rolled…and the train continued speeding into the night. She threw his suitcase out the door and took a deep breath, knowing she had made the right decision to protect herself. The night got quiet again, but she remained vigilant, aware that danger could be anywhere.

She tried to go to sleep, but she couldn’t shake the look on the stranger’s face as he fell into the darkness. She wondered if he’d been hurt in the fall. She worried that he might still be able to find her somehow and harm her, but after a while, the rhythmic clatter of the train tracks soothed her nerves, and she dozed off.
As the train neared the next stop, Berthy jumped off the train before the trainyard in case railroad bulls were inspecting the boxcars. Her eyes darted around, scrutinizing every angle. She kept her back to the wall, ensuring no one could sneak up on her. She wondered if the stranger might have gotten back on the train and could be looking for her. On high alert, she told herself, “Stay calm. Just keep moving.” Nothing happened, and the coast was clear. As the train started to move again, she hopped back into the boxcar.
From that time forward, Berthy’s hyper-vigilance becomes a constant companion, a survival tool. She would trust no one and rely on her instincts to navigate the dangers lurking around every corner. The uncertainty of the stranger’s fate haunted her, but it also sharpened her resolve to stay one step ahead of all strangers. And react quickly before they could get near her. It was her or them.

Her hyper-vigilance and distance made her a solitary figure, driven by the need to not be caught by surprise. Yet, deep down, the loneliness gnawed at her, a silent reminder of the price one pays for their safety.

As the train continued, Berthy felt a renewed sense of purpose. Her vision might sometimes lead her astray, but with her instincts and Hercules, she could navigate whatever challenges lay ahead.
God was protecting her.
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BERTHY HOPS A TRAIN(God’s Hillbilly Warrior Goes Yondering, Part 3 of 9)© Harvey Hughett

(This is a guest post by my friend Harvey Hughett. Please visit his facebook site, Musing Appalachia)

It was late spring of 1965 when my great-aunt Berthy embarked on her most daring adventure yet. She had always been a woman of action, never one to sit idly by when there was excitement to be had. So, when she heard the distant whistle of the train approaching Bulls Gap, she knew it was calling her name.

As part of her strategy to conserve money on the trip to Chattanooga, she planned on boondocking rather than paying for motels. She didn’t have relatives to stay with where she was going. She didn’t know it at the time, but this journey would be filled with unexpected challenges and enough mishaps to dissuade her from taking any other trips for a long time. But she did pick up new experiences, change some lives for the better, saw new scenery, and collected on the debt owed to her by Mrs. Gooch.

Shortly after her daughter, Nova, had joined the WACs and left home, she packed her bag, kissed her cats goodbye, and started walking towards where the train had to slow down near Whitesburg. She knew the train schedule and had two hours to get settled into place.

She hid in some bushes, and when she saw the train slowing down enough for her to make a move, she ran out from her hiding place and, with a deep breath and a quick prayer, leaped onto the moving train, her heart pounding with excitement. And so began the adventure of a lifetime, one that would take her from the quiet hills of East Tennessee to the bustling streets of Chattanooga. God’s Warrior was on her way to see Rock City!

Bertha’s trip wasn’t without some close calls. As she made her daring leap onto the moving train, her foot slipped on the gravel, and she almost lost her grip on the grab iron or handhold. For a heart-stopping moment, she dangled precariously, her legs flailing as she struggled to pull herself up and into the boxcar.
Just as she thought she might fall off; she managed to hook her arm around another metal rung and haul herself aboard the moving train. Her heart was pounding, and she could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Once she was safely aboard, she let out a breathless laugh, realizing just how close she had come to a very different ending to her adventure.

She laughed and waved when she saw two of Bryant Gulley’s boys throwing rocks by the railroad. They’d seen a figure jump onto the boxcar, but when Berthy waved at them, their eyes about jumped out of their heads in disbelief. They’d watched her near-miss and frantic scramble to climb onto the train but didn’t have a clue the crazy person was Aint Berthy until she waved. She knew the boys would tell their parents, and she’d have a lot of explaining to do.

The Southern Railway route from Bulls Gap to Chattanooga included several major stops. The train traveled through Morristown and Knoxville, a major hub, before continuing on to Chattanooga. The journey was very scenic, with landscapes parallel to the valleys and rivers of the Appalachian Mountains. Along the way, she made note of all the stops and slowdown areas for the train. She kept those in mind for the return trip.
After hopping the first train of her life, Berthy was energized to finally be off and adventuring again. She was a total mountain woman infused with mountain ways and a streak of wanderlust in her blood that most didn’t have. She was self-confident and afraid of nothing. Since she had been released from Knoxville’s Lions View Hospital, she was careful to keep a low profile and, for a while, backed off a bit on her preachings against sinning.

Nevertheless, because Berthy was convinced that she was a Warrior for God, she was obligated to move out of the shadows from time to time and do something more constructive than just sit in her mountain cabin and crochet and paint scriptural warnings on the backs of turtles and turn them loose in sinner’s yards. She loved “yondering.” Life was always more interesting when she was traveling.

The clackety-clack of the train soothed her in a way she didn’t think possible. Life was good!

Berthy was surprised to find two people in a corner inside the train car. At first, she was alarmed and grasped her petticoat to make sure that her sidearm, Hercules, was still within easy reach. It was a young couple huddled together. They looked up, startled, as Berthy settled herself on a crate. The girl, with tear-streaked cheeks, clutched her boyfriend’s hand tightly.

“We’re from Greeneville,” the boy explained. “We’re running away to Knoxville to git married. Her stepfather… he’s a bad man. He’s been trying to make her do things the preacher said she shouldn’t do.”
Berthy asked, “What are yore plans when you git to Knoxville?” The boy responded, “First, I gotta git a job so we can buy a marriage license and find a place to stay. Then, we’ll see what happens from there.” Berthy recommended that they change their plans and get married by a preacher first, then look for a job before they got into trouble.

She reached into her petticoat and pulled out a five-dollar bill. “You take this and buy yoreselves a marriage license. And make sure you get married proper with a preacher—a good one, not one of them fancy seminary-trained preachers. You gotta watch out for city preachers, they preach stuff they memorizes from books written by who knows who and preachin’ stuff they think up on their own. You need to find a good old mountain preacher, preferably one who cain’t read and ain’t very smart. When they preaches, they rely totally on God and not danged books what might be inspired by man. You shoulda have let Preacher Hughett over at Mohawk marry you up. He cain’t read, and everthing he says is inspired by the Almighty. He just repeats thoughts that God puts in his head while he’s at the pulpit. He don’t use his own words, which could mess up God’s message.”

Then, she handed the money to the boy and said, “I like you’uns ’cause you want to do the right thing, and I’m goin’ to help you sum more.” At this point, she pulled out her enchanted crystal. When the light hit it a certain way, it sparkled, and inside it were some lines that sort of looked like a cross. She’d gotten it years earlier from a granny woman who taught her how to use it to cast spells and put place hexes. She explained, “They’s bad hexes, and they’s good hexes. I call the good ones “blessing hexes.”

Berthy then extracted two gravels from a pouch in her petticoat, whispered a few words, and passed the crystal over them several times.

“Here, y’all take these,” she said, handing one to the boy. “Keep it close, and you’ll find a job. And you,” she said, giving the other to the girl, “stay true to God’s commandments, and everthang will work out well. You’ll find the happiness and peace yore looking for. But remember, no sinning before you get married, or the blessing will become a curse in yore life.”

The couple thanked her profusely, their spirits lifted by her kindness and the promise of a better future.
As the train chugged along, Berthy thought about her own journey. She was on her way to Chattanooga to collect a debt from an old neighbor and wondered what might lie in store for her on the tracks ahead.

Aunt Berthy had a secret she rarely shared because people thought she was crazy when she did. The people at the mental hospital in Knoxville didn’t believe her and kept her there an extra two years after she explained her special powers to them. She truly believed that she possessed a magical ability to see glimpses of the future. It was a talent passed to her by Granny Woman. She used it sparingly, knowing the power it held. As she gazed into her enchanted crystal, she saw a vision of the young couple, happily married and surrounded by children. Knowing she had set them on the right path brought her a sense of peace.
Aunt Berthy’s crystal had shown her many visions over the years, each one adding to her wisdom and guiding her actions. Here are a few notable ones:

During one terrible winter, Berthy saw a vision of a bountiful harvest in the coming year. She shared this vision with several local farmers, encouraging them to plant extra rows despite their doubts. Her prediction came true, and she picked up some credibility.

Berthy once saw a vision of a neighbor in distress. She went to their home and discovered they were struggling with sickness and financial troubles. She gave them some of her herbal elixirs, chopped some firewood for their stove, and fixed some cornbread and beans. When she felt they would be OK, she returned to her cabin.

In one of her more mysterious visions, Berthy saw a hidden treasure buried at the base of an old oak tree on the hillside not far from her cabin. She followed the vision and unearthed a fruit jar filled with silver dollars. She saved these to give to needy people and didn’t use the money for herself, feeling that God had directed her to the stash.

Berthy created special concoctions made of different herbs and plants that grew in the mountains and used these to help heal people. In their preparation, she used the crystal to bestow blessings on the contents of each bottle she prepared.

Another time, she was sitting in a rocking chair on her porch, holding the crystal, when it seemed to get warm. She held it to the light, peered into it, and a vision began to form. She saw a young woman, pale and weak, lying in a small, dimly lit room. The woman was coughing violently, and Berthy could feel the desperation in the air. Berthy recognized the woman as Effie Cobb, a Mountain Valley Church member known for her kindness. She had been sick for weeks, and the doctors had given up hope. Without wasting a moment, Berthy grabbed her pouch of herbs and remedies and set off towards Effie’s house.

When Berthy arrived, she found Effie’s mother sitting by her bedside, tears streaming down her face. “Berthy, I’m glad you’re here,” she whispered. “Effie’s gittin’ worse. The doctors say they ain’t no more they can do.”

Berthy nodded, her expression determined. “We’ll see about that,” she said, pulling out her enchanted crystal. She held it over the girl, whispering ancient words of healing. Then, she carefully administered the herbal remedy to Effie, who drank it trembling. It was a recipe that Granny Woman had shared with her.
“Rest now,” Berthy said softly. “And let the herbs do their work.”

Berthy stayed by Effie’s side for hours, watching over her as she slept. Slowly, the color began to return to her cheeks, and her breathing grew steadier. By morning, the fever had broken, and she opened her eyes, weak but alive.

“Thank you, Berthy,” Effie’s mother said, her voice choked with emotion. “You saved her.”

Berthy smiled, her heart swelling with relief and satisfaction. “Hit weren’t me,” she said. “Hit was God.”
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Berthy hadn’t been on the train long before she needed to use an outhouse. When the train slowed on the outskirts of Morristown, she grabbed her pack and jumped out. The year before, a train had crushed a car at an intersection in downtown Morristown, and the city council passed an ordinance that required trains to slow down to 5 MPH in town.

When she hopped off, she was drawn by the colorful lights and lively sounds of a carnival. She made her way to the carnival grounds and quickly found a restroom marked for women. As she exited, she bumped into a familiar face.

“Wanda? Is that you?” Berthy exclaimed.

Wanda, a young woman who had run away from an abusive father in Bulls Gap, looked up in surprise. “Aunt Berthy! What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same,” Berthy replied, her eyes narrowing. “I heard you run away from home. What are you doing here?”

“I’m in charge of the penny toss,” Wanda said, gesturing towards a nearby booth. “It’s honest work, and it keeps me busy.”

Berthy eyed the carnival skeptically. “You staying clean in the Lord, Wanda? Carnivals are full of sinning.”
Wanda smiled reassuringly. “I am, Berthy. I even meet with a Bible study group every Wednesday, along with some of the other carneys. We keep each other on the right path.”

Berthy nodded, satisfied with Wanda’s answer. “Good. You keep it that way.”

Wanda made Berthy promise not to tell her parents where she was because she was afraid that her daddy would beat her again and, this time, might kill her.

(to be continued)

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