A (David) Love Story
from cousin Alberta (Bertie) Malones book
Very little is known of the early life of David Love. In the book "Memories of Fifty Years" by William Hardeman Sparks, the grandson of David Love, he states that "while David Love was a boy, his father married again, the second time, and, as is very frequently the case, there was not harmony between the stepmother and the stepson. Their jarrings soon ripened into open war. To avoid expulsion from the paternal roof, he "bundled and went". He left his father's home in Anson County, NC nor did he rest until, in the heart of the Cherokee nation of Indians, he found a home with Dragon Canoe.
With this young Indian, then the principal warrior and chief of the Cherokee nation, who resided in a valley amid the mountains (area now known as Habersham Co., GA) he remained four years, pursuing the chase for pleasure and profit. Having accumulated a large quantity of peltries, he carried them on packhorse to Charleston, SC and thence went with them to Europe.
He disposed of his furs, which proved profitable and wandered about Europe for nearly two years. Visiting London, England, he purchased a handsome Bible (which is still in existence). He embarked for America and on the return voyage, harpooned a large fish, preserved the skin, and later used it as covering for the Bible he brought from Europe, and in which the record of the dates of birth, marriage and death of his children were recorded.
He landed at Charleston and started across the state on horseback. Crossing the border into NC, he reached the banks of the Pee Dee River late one afternoon, just as the sun was setting. He was dismayed to find that the ferryman was absent and the boat on the opposite shore. He called out, however, hoping that some one would hear. And someone did. To his surprise, a beautiful young girl with raven hair and laughing blue eyes, appeared, waved a signal and brought the ferry across to him. Then and there, David Love lost his heart.
It was necessary that he continue his journey back to the neighborhood of his birth, because during all the years of his absence, he had not heard from his family. Finding that his father had died, he gathered together the patrimony left him in his father's will, should he ever return to claim it. Then he returned to the community of his sweetheart of the ferry. He was a fine looking man of six feet three inches, with great blue eyes, round and liquid. Telling well the story of his adventures, he very soon beguiled the maiden's heart and they were married on Oct. 22, 1772. He was then exactly twice the age of his bride who was just sweet sixteen.