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This history may be thought egotistical, but I adopted the first person, because most convenient for me, and especially for the sake of my immediate family.
Family history of the Guerrys and the Dunns.
I, Sarah Matilda Pipkin, née Carter, née Guerry, was born of Christian parents in the county of Houston, Georgia, on March the 14th, 1832. My father, Peter Videau Guerry, was of pure French descent, his ancestors being compelled to flee from France during the historic Huguenot persecutions.
The cruel Catholic King forced them to leave their nation [native] land on account of their protestant faith, after they had already endured many grievous trials and persecutions, some even sealing their fidelity to God with their lives.
In the ship on which my father's ancestors took passage, were many other Huguenot families, the Remberts, Michans, Videaus, Dumays -- I can only remember a few names. The ship landed them upon the hospitable shores of South Carolina. They had intended landing on the coast of Virginia, but adverse winds and waves drove them farther southward.
One of the sons of the Guerry family was off from home at school, at the time the edict of banishment* was issued, and alas: the haste was so great, they could not wait to get him with them -- could only leave word for him to follow them. They never knew what became of their son -- whether he perished in France or the sea or managed to reach the United States at some other distant point and could not find them. Our exiles finally settled in a colony on the banks of the old Santee River about 80 miles from Charleston.
The Guerrys, being the most numerous, or from some other cause, the settlement was called Guerrytown. Here these much tried French folks found a peaceful home, and here they lived, labored, and prospered, loved, suffered, married and died for several generations -- but never intermarrying with other blood.
Our written family record that is in my dear father's Bible, which was his father's before him, begins with the record of the birth, marriage, and death of my great-grandfather and mother -- James Guerry and Mary Rembert -- born in 1717 and 1720, and married in 1738 -- died in 1782 and 1786.
To these were born eight sons. The record of only two of these brothers is given in Pa's bible, John and Theodore.
John was my grandfather, and Theodore was the father of my father's first wife [Mary Elizabeth Guerry -1819], but Pa often talked to us about these brothers, his uncles, and I remember the name of one other, Peter. They all lived to mans' estate and some of them were married and settled at the time the terrible war of the revolution began.
My grandfather, John Guerry, was born in 1751, and was married in 1776 to Charlotte Michan [Michau], born in 1759. Theodore, his brother, born 1745, was married in 1785 to Martha E. Dunway, born in 1762. I do not remember who others married, but they were all French women.
Dear children, you have read the history of the revolution, and you know there were three parties here in the colonies, as they were then called. Those who took up arms against England and so bravely fought for their independence. The Tories, who sided the Mother Country. And the Neutrals, who would fight with neither the British or the Americans.
As soon as war was declared, my Grandfather and all of his brothers, except Peter who was a Neutral, joined the Rebel Army.
For the greater safety of their families, the married brothers put them all together at the old Homestead where the old fathers and mothers were living, and the non-fighting brother remained with them. In 1778, a son was born to John and Charlotte Jane Guerry, my Grandparents, and named John after his father. The brothers came home occasionally on brief furloughs to visit their families. The long weary years of untold privation, hardship and suffering kept rolling by, but still the fierce struggle for home and liberty went determinedly on. No thought of surrender, the foe must be driven from the soil, and America proclaimed the Land of the Free. October 8th, 1781, another son came to claim the loving care of the brave soldier's anxious wife. That son was my own dear father.
At this time, Grandpa got leave of absence to visit his wife and children, and during this visit came near being captured by the British. The boy was just eight days old, and my grandma still in bed. The family was about to sit down to the best war dinner the sisters could have prepared in honor of my grandfather's presence when a party of red coats dashed up to the gate. Oh, what a moment of alarm and danger, but a woman's ingenuity is generally equal to the occasion, especially when as theirs, sharpened by so many threatening dangers.
In those days the bedsteads were not so low as now, and foot valances were in use, so in a twinkling they hustled Grandpa under the bed and stood around. The soldiers came in and were about to throw open the doors and windows, when the sisters begged them not to do so, on account of the sick lady. The officer went to the bed and spoke to grandma, and patted my father on the cheek, and called him a fine rebel boy -- if he had only known the rebel father was at his feet. As was the custom, those soldiers ate up all that was cooked, and took possession of all they could find that they wanted, or else destroyed it, and after rummaging to their hearts content left, to the great joy of all in that house, and Grandpa was released from his uncomfortable but safe confinement. Oh, those were times that tried mens' souls.
On a former visit home of Grandpa's, the tragic war event of the family history occurred, and should have been related before the above instance. The Tories were more troublesome than the regular soldiers. In bands they roamed over the country, destroying property, frightening old men, women, and children, and sometimes killing soldiers at home on furlough, when so unfortunate as to fall into their power. There were so many raids of Tories and British, that the people often suffered for the lack of the necessities of life, and many plans had been devised to preserve their scant supplies. These brothers has a small strong house built in a dense swamp not far off, where they hoped to keep food for their loved ones and the servants dependent upon them. My Grandfather and his brother Peter [John?] had gone to this house one day for some provisions when through a crevice they saw some Tories approaching. My Grandfather had his gun and was determined to defend himself from the house, but his brother, seized with the panic of excitement, opened the door, rushed out and ran before Grandpa could detain him. The Tories, supposing he was Grandpa, fired at him, killing him instantly and went on their way rejoicing. Strange that he alone of the eight brothers should be killed -- he was a Neutral, from a sincere though mistaken notion he would not take up arms against the mother country, neither would he fight his own people. The other seven fought through the war and were unhurt. A sad experience to them all, especially the aged parents, was the untimely death of this son. Gen'l Marion's [Brig. Gen. Francis Marion] wife [Mary Esther Videau, m. Marion 1854] named my father. She called him Peter Videau. Videau was her maiden name, and Peter was a family name. At last the long terrible war came to a close, and the people of these colonies were quieted down to the enjoyment of their dearly bought independence, amid the quiet pursuits of husbandry. The two [surviving?] boys, born during such stormy times, grew to manhood, the only children of my grandparents.
Uncle John married in 1804, Margaret Brown, the first one of the family to marry a girl not of French blood. Peter Videau, my father, was married at Guerrytown, South Carolina, Jan. 1809, to Mary Elizabeth Guerry, his first cousin, daughter of Theodore and Martha Guerry.
My dear father was of a genial lovable disposition, upright and honorable, kind and charitable in all his dealings with his fellow men, devoted to his family (Oh! How they loved him) but above all, faithful to his church and his God until death. He used to tell us, that when he first grew up he loved to frolic, especially to dance, but that after he met up with people called Methodists, and was converted and joined that church, he ever after adhered strictly to its rules, and so brought up his children. But even in his gayest days, he meddled not with cards: (And I pause, to breathe an earnest prayer that none of his descendants may ever be addicted to this awful vice.) His children revered as much as they loved him, and never thought of rebelling against his expressed wishes. Soon after my father's marriage, his wife's family being dead, he and his brothers family with their parents decided to try their fortune in the newer state of Georgia. They settled in Twigs County.
Here five children were born to my father. The first was a son, John Theodore born February 1811 -- died August the same year. The second child a daughter, Charlotte born September 16, 1812. The third, a son Peter Videau Jr. born January 1815. The fourth, a son also named John Theodore, born April 1817. The last, a son Samuel James born April 24, 1819 -- died the same day and his mother in a few days followed him. And in October same year, John Theodore 2nd died. My grandmother died January 6, 1818, and on the 26th of the same month her son John, my uncle, died, leaving one son and several daughters. One of these daughters, named Videau for her pa, married Mr. Wright, I knew her well in later days. Her descendants live in Macon County, Alabama. Another married John Ellington, I knew well. They were wealthy but had no children, died in Tuskegee. I never knew the son, but will tell who he married later on, as I know his children very well, and his daughter is a near neighbor of my children. So you will see, my dear father was greatly bereft of his loved ones in a few short years, and left a widower with two small children and his aged father.
I will leave him now a short time, in his desolate home, while I tell something of my mother and her family. My mother's father, Nehemiah Dunn, was of English descent. She was not so fortunate as to have a family Bible recording the births, marriages, and deaths of her people, so all that I know is what I remember her telling me.
Nehemiah Dunns' home was in North Carolina, and he was also a soldier of the Revolutionary War. While at one time marching through a distant part of the state, tired, hot and dusty, he stopped at a farm house on the way and begged for a cooling drink -- a sweet little maiden gladly brought him some fresh buttermilk. The young soldier fell in love with her at first sight, and resolved right there, sometime to woo and win her for his very own, if possible. She was a bonny Scotch --Irish lassie by the name of Ann Murphy. Fortune favored his suit, and about the close of the war she became his wife, and a faithful one she proved to be. They soon emigrated to Georgia and made themselves a home in Columbia County. My mother knew very little of my father's family. She often spoke of her dear old grandmother Dunn, who lived with her son until her death, and of an aunt who married a Pinson. Some of the Pinson children I knew very well. Ellen married Rutherford, and her people are now in Dallas, Alabama. Another daughter married Wornum and lived in Clinton, Jones County, Georgia when I knew them. Another married Elijah Tarver, and one of her sons married my sister. The Tarver family and ours have lived near together since my recollection, and regarded each other as near kin.
Joab Pinson, the brother, married my mothers sister, his first cousin, so that their children always seemed very near indeed. For several years after their marriage, grandpa and ma Dunn were a thoughtless, worldly minded couple not given to study about sacred things, as he said they lived for pleasure and worldly success, and not for God. But the Father had need of these brave souls, and they were providentially brought under Methodist teaching. (You must know, my children, that in those early days, the great Methodist movement was yet in its infancy in this new country, and its earnest consecrated followers were regarded with suspicion and contempt, especially by the established churches.) Nehemiah Dunn and his wife went to see these people. They heard and were convicted [convinced?] and converted, and determined to cast in their lot with them, and henceforth endeavored to serve God in spirit and in truth, which they did to the end of their lives. God prospered them and gave them a numerous family -- fourteen daughters and two sons. One daughter and one son died in childhood, but the others lived to good ages.
My Grandfather must have been a remarkable business man as well as an eminent Christian, to raise and educate their thirteen daughters and one son, providing at the same time so generously for so large a household. They were taught from infancy habits of industry, economy, and obedience. Twelve of the girls all married men of worth and respectability -- the oldest would never leave father and mother and was a model of devotion to her family.
Some of the best families of Georgia and Alabama sprung from these sisters. Their names were as follows, in the order of their births, and the names of the men they married: Mary [never married]; Sabrina, cant recall her husbands name; Sarah -- Lock; Jane -- Joseph Day; Ann -- Stuart; Ellen -- Winfrey; Rebecca, my own dear mother, I will tell later of her marriages; Elizabeth -- Moses Harris; (Elijah, Micajah); Matilda -- Joab Pinson; Martha -- Henry Moor; Clarina -- Noel Pitts; Maria -- Reese; Euphemia -- Smith; Dorothy died at age eight years, and Micajah at sixteen years. A large family and yet Mama said grandpa always took them all to church. The son Elijah was educated to be a Physician, married Miss Porter and located in Eufaula, Alabama in the early days of that town, then known as Irwinton. He was noted for his skill and success in his profession. He left no children. His only child, a son, died from exposure during the Indian War while sick with measles. So, there were none to represent the name of Nehemiah Dunn. I knew this uncle well and loved him dearly. He died in the fall of 1851. Some of my aunts died before I was old enough to recollect them. Some I saw only a few times, but I knew aunt Elizabeth, Martha, Sarah and Matilda for years. I was named for the two last. Aunt Sallie as we used to call her, stayed with her mother a great deal when I was young. I loved and pitied her, for she was poor and a widow, and no children to comfort her or take care of her in her old age. Back in the better days she had taken care of a helpless orphan, this girl finally married and Aunt Sallie made her home with her, because she was better satisfied there, though she was welcome with her sisters. I stayed ten months at one time with Aunt Matilda, and went to school in Summerfield. I must pay a tribute of love of her memory. She was one of the best of women, and of great business talent. She was left a widow at 39, with a large property to manage, and eight children to raise, and she nobly and successfully met these obligations. Her lovely consistent Christian character, her daily walk and conversation, made impressions on my young heart which have never been forgotten. Dear Aunt, I hope to meet you in that Heaven for which you lived. She lived to be 84 years old, and buried the last one of her children.
But I must go back. When my mother was small, her father removed from Columbia to Jones County, and settled a new home three miles from Clinton, the County Seat. Here he raised a family, lived and died, and he and my grandmother were buried in the family burying ground, as was the custom in the country in those days. Rebecca, the seventh daughter (my mother) was born April 8th, 1791. She grew up to lovely womanhood, brown eyes, and curls, and delicate features. None of us that lived favored my mother. My brother and I were like our father, and sister like grandpa Guerry jet black hair and eyes. In 1812 she was married to Joseph Moreland. Three children were given them. William born 1813, died 1818. Emily was born 1816 --1817. Joseph was born February 1819, died March 1820. The father died a few months before the birth of his last son. So my dear mother was early left a widow, and returned to her fathers house where she remained till in the providence of God she and my father met, loved and were married October 1820.
Twenty nine years afterward, my brother and I accompanied our mother on a visit to her relatives in Georgia, and to her old girlhood home in Jones, then passed into the hands of strangers. I deeply sympathized with her in the sad and happy and sacred recollections of that hour. The old home was beautifully situated in a large grove near the high road, and the roomy old house was well preserved, for it had been substantially built. She took me to the room where she has twice stood as a bride. I tried to go back through the years and imagine the picture. Young manhood, blushing girlhood, daintily dressed in white satin, laces and ribbons, as she had often told me. Ah! Life was young then. Then the picture eight years later, when the still lovely but chastened woman stood beside my noble father, over whose manly head had also rolled so many waves of trouble, and together they pledged their faith, and began the battle of life anew. She took me to the graves of her parents, sisters, children, and husband. I can realize now, as I could not then, how she must have felt as she stood among her dead, for she was again a widow.
But I go back to their early married days, when my mother once more left the paternal home and went to preside over my fathers, to be a mother to his children, and a daughter to the aged father. My parents often spoke of this dear old grandpa, and I do so wish I had known him. As long as he lived, he wore knee pants, and his long hair plaited, as had been the style. 1821 twin girls, Mary Elizabeth and Ann Sabrina were born to them, lived one year and died of measles. The same year 1822, May 22, John Guerry Sr., my grandpa, passed away. July 28, 1823 Nehemiah Dunn, their only son was born. September 9, 1825, Martha Laura was born. February 17, 1829, Caroline Eliza, who died September 24, 1831. And last of all I came, as I said before, March 14, 1832. Of all these little ones born to my parents in their two marriages, my father raised five and my mother three. What a number of little angel brothers and sisters I shall meet in a much better land. I was the last baby of the family and much petted by all.
When I was two years old, my father becoming embarrassed, sold out in Georgia and moved to Alabama, settling in Russell County six miles from Gerard near the Chattahoochee River in what was then the Indian Nation. My earliest recollections are of the red men. There was a large village of them between our house and the river, and some of them passed every day on their way to town. I was always very much afraid of them, and so was mother. They would come in sometimes and beg for tobacco and other things, and I always tried to hide. Pa and brother Peter seemed to get along with them finely. My father improved a good place, and was beginning to do well when the Indian War began in May 1836. Though only four years old, I remember some things about that fearful time, the flight, the alarms, soldier camps. My father with all his family, white and black, refugees in Columbus, which were strongly defended. Some of the settlers were butchered in their homes at the first horrible outbreak. The others managed in various ways to reach places of safety. In a few months the war was over, but alas! homes and property were destroyed. My father felt completely broken up and once more sold out, lived two years in town, then bought him a home in Barbour County, Alabama nine miles from Eufaula.
At the close of the Indian War, our big brother Peter Videau Jr., left the family circle. He was married to Frances Pitts and settled in Muskogee County, Georgia. Sister Charlotte had married her cousin Legrand Guerry January 19, 1831, before I was born, and settled in Dooly County, Georgia. I never saw her after I could remember, but from the report of others she was a lovely Christian woman. So that in 1839 when we moved to our new home in Barbour, father and mother and three children made up the family. Here we lived in great love and peace for a few years, but it seems that families must be broken up. June 19, 1841 dear sister [Laura Martha] married and left us. She was married to Wesley Tarver, second cousin on mothers side, and the young couple settled in Enon, Alabama, a new colony just springing up in the woods, but destined in the near future to become one of the most wealthy and refined of Southern neighborhoods. The enterprising settlers soon managed to get up a fine school, and during ’43 and ’44. I stayed with sister most of the time and went to school. This left them lonely at home, and brother [Peter Videau Guerry Jr.] being a man now, and liking the new colony so much, and sister [Laura Martha Guerry Tarver] wanting us, pa sold out in Barbour and bought in Enon. We moved there January 1845.
Dear old Enon, my happy girlhoodʻs home, how my heart warms to you when I think of the old days. September 1843 a little girl came to my sisters home, the dearest sweet baby that ever was. Darling Bell, our only baby for long years, you never lost your place in auntieʻs heart.
In passing I must pay tribute of respect to my dear old teacher John J. Groves, from ’43 to ’47. I received his instructions -- pure in heart and life cultured in mind and manners -- he was well fitted to train young girls. Peace to his memory. June 1846, sister Charlotte [Charlotte Guerry 1812-1846] died leaving seven children. Brother went after the children. Sister took the baby boy. Two lived with their uncle Peter, and four with us. Their father [Legrand Guerry -1853] sold out in Georgia and bought a home near Enon. In two years he married again and took his children home. His second wife lived only one year, and the baby boy died too, and he was once again a widower with six children, but his oldest daughter was able now to look after things and keep the flock together.
June 24, 1847 our precious father died and we were indeed bereaved. I can not do him justice. By example he taught us to love and serve God and his church. Gentle, kind, and cheerful, yet strong to resist evil in many forms. He was always class leader from the time I could remember. He went every Sunday to the log church in Barbour that he helped to build three miles off in the woods, and would sing and pray, and talk of one of Wesleyʻs sermons with the few that would meet him there, for we only had the preacher once a month. An accident caused him to go on crutches the last few years of his life, still the church wanted him as a teacher and he would not shirk his duty. Methinks I see him now, as he went from member to member with his loving helpful words. He died as he had lived, leaving to his children the rich legacy of a godly life.
Now, my brother, worthy son of such a noble sire, took charge of affairs and cared for mother and sister. The years moved on and I grew to womanhood, and like most of my kind, loved and married a Methodist preacher, Rev. George W. Carter, May 25th, 1851. God blessed our union and we were happy. I grieved to leave mother and brother alone but she would not leave him while he remained single, and she was right. Though young I trust I was not altogether unfitted for a preacher’s wife, for I had been nursed in the lap of Methodism, and loved her to my heart’s core, her doctrine, her practices, and had been a member since my twelfth year, and was trying to be a faithful Christian.
September 1853, brother Legrand Guerry died and his children were left alone. But we did not forsake these children of our dead sister. Carolina, the oldest, lived with her sister until her marriage to James Ball, she is now living in Newark, Ohio, no children. Sarah J. lived with me till she married John Borum May, 1854. She had a large family and is a widow now, living in Troy, Alabama. Legrand and Douglas, the two sons, lived with brother until old enough to look out for themselves in life. Both of these noble boys were faithful soldiers through the entire Civil War. Legrand married and finally settled in Eufaula, where he had lead a useful Christian life and raised a family. Douglas died unmarried. Charlotte and Susan lived with brother Peter. After Charlotte married Tom Nelson, Sue lived with her and the others until she married James Madison, and is now living in Pike County. Sue also had a large family. Charlotte was left a widow with one daughter, this daughter married Erastus Hanchey of Troy, and after some years died, leaving three little girls, and her mother soon followed her. Never did children grow to be better men and women than did these six [surviving] that our sister Charlotte left.
In 1854, brother Peter's wife died leaving no children. He was living in the neighborhood of Enon at the time of her death. In due time he married again, Mary Guerry, the widow of John Guerry only son of my father's only brother, and she was the daughter of Elizabeth Harris, my mother's sister. She had three children, two sons and a daughter, when she and brother Peter were married. In a few years after their union, the dreadful Civil War began. His patriotic spirit at once responded, and he organized and led out a splendid company of men. He was never permitted to return, but was killed while bravely charging at the head of his company in one of the battles before Richmond, Gains Mill, Friday June 27, 1862. His two stepsons also came to their death from the war, Jeff and John Guerry, and so his wife was left alone with their daughter Amanda, who afterwards married Thad J. Pruett. The mother died August 1870.
November 1855 Nehemiah Dunn our brother was married to Isabella C. Sims of Tuscaloosa, and lives in Hurtsboro, and the next April our beloved mother was taken from us. Ah! how my heart ached when I saw those little brown eyes close in death. Our mother was a remarkable woman, so much industry and energy of mind and body. She has some pardonable ambition for her children, and but for her the family would never have sustained the position in society it did, after my father's pecuniary troubles. She bravely planned and struggled, that we might be so brought up and educated as to fill honorable places in life. Dear mama, it is so sweet to your baby child, to pay this tribute to your memory.
April 1861 the Civil War began and lasted four years. When it closed, the Southern states were not only bereft of their property, but of the flower of their manhood. Oh, how many aching hearts mourned the loss of sons, husbands and fathers. My husband gathered our little family all together and bought us a home near Hurtsboro, Alabama, where we settled down and tried to accommodate ourselves to the new order of things. He had raised and carried to the front during the war a fine company, but he could not remain with them; his health gave way and he returned home, never to be the same man again. Disease had fastened upon him and on October 31st, 1872, he entered into rest, leaving me with three sweet daughters to comfort me, but with little to provide for them.
Trusting God I bravely faced the issue, and by teaching, with my children’s help, and the blessing of God, we managed to live. My brother [Nehemiah] also did his duty for his country but was mercifully preserved. During the war he was removed to Fort Mitchell, Alabama. So we three, who had so long and happily lived near each other, were separated. Somehow, I could never get used to this separation, I was so devoted to my brother and sister. But there was yet more sorrow in store for us. My darling sisters health had been bad for several years, she [Martha] gradually grew worse, till July 24th, 1881, she too passed away -- sweetly fell asleep in Jesus.
February 8th, 1882, I was married to Haywood Pipkin of Midway, blessed with his loving care, life gliding more peacefully on for some years. My children were married and Winnifred married William Dawkins, has four, lives in Creek Stand. Laura V. married Earle Brooks and lives at Hurtsboro. Georgia Bell married J. A. Ellison also lives in Creek Stand.
About the time of my second marriage, my brother sold out in Alabama and moved to Artesia, Mississippi. As we were the last two of the family we were drawn yet more tenderly to each other, and though after this move we could not see each other very often, yet we communicate regularly by the sweet medium of letters. February 1888 his wife died, which was a great sorrow to him, for he was an exceptionally devoted husband. But in a little more than two years he too crossed the river and was reunited with all the dear ones gone before. September 1st, 1890, his spirit departed. I was with him and went with him into the cold water of death as mortal could, and in holy awe seemed to be with his glorified soul as it entered his mother's [maker's?] presence. My loving partial heart will not try to describe this brother and sister, but to me they were the embodiment of every thing that was pure and true and lovable. May their children emulate their virtues. Brother left one son and three daughters, but the youngest, Laura Belle, a sweet girl just blooming into womanhood, followed her parents to the better world June 1894. The son, N. D. Guerry, is a physician and lives at the homestead with his wife and two children. His oldest daughter, Carrie, married Edward Lowther, has four children and settled in Lee County, Alabama. The second daughter, Nettie, lives with brothers and sisters. Sister [Martha] left four daughters. Belle, Laura, Sallie and Annie, the oldest sweet little Belle as she was to me, grew to beautiful womanhood, married James G. Jernigan and was the mother of ten girls, seven of whom are still living. In January 1892 she too was taken to heaven. The family lives in Birmingham, Alabama. The two next oldest married John Cone and Jabez Banks and still live at Enon.
And now comes the record of my last great sorrow. October 2nd, 1893, the soul of Haywood Pipkin went home to God while his body was sweetly sleeping.
Dear children, I now close this imperfect and rambling paper. This is April 16, 1896. I am 64 years old and live with my children who tenderly care for me. I wish to impress upon you this testimony, that the God whom I love and serve has power on earth to forgive sin, and to give strength to keep from sin, and trust that he can and will take care of all that will trust in him, in prosperity, and adversity, from youth to old age. My daily prayer is, that my house may be established before him, in righteousness, forever.
Sarah M. Pipkin
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Posted by Meg Betts Torbert, wife of Roy Banks Torbert: 2nd great-grandnephew of Sarah M. Pipkin, from the records of Dean Spratlan of Union Springs, Alabama, president of the Bullock County Historical Society. Additional paragraphing for ease of reading and small grammatical edits added.
Initial transcription by Richard J. Dohm in 1998 from a copy of the book published by Mrs. Mary Galenia Radford. That transcription is available on Ancestry.com.