Archaeological Investigations at Yourhaney Plantation (38GE18)

ARCHAEOLOGICAL INVESTIGATIONS AT YOURHANEY PLANTATIONixTHE NORTHERN FACTORYBy Deryl YoungWhere am I? Who am I?I am the Northern FactoryThe Crown’s place of tradewith the aborigine –The Waccamaw, the Wenee& the noble PedeeAm I there on the bluff at E-au-ha-ne?Or on the Great Sand Bluff -Nee Waties landOn Colonel Bull’s CreekAt ye place once known as Youhaney.Waties chose my resting spotFirst SaukeeThen lastly Youhaney.Teed built me, a mere 10’x12’ in the year ‘16Near the booty of Bonny, Jack Rackam’s QueenProtected by 2 brave slaves and the headless bullBut that me mates is a tale to be told yet another time!When sailing north from Augustine,Sail north of the Rio Jordan (by some ancient charts)Then up the Rio de Laurenco.Nigh Lawrence’s Isle, sail ye length of Wando PassoPast Welsted’s and into the mighty Pedee.Four bluffs up past Jaychone, Hetopsaw and JawheneYou might find me.Tread lightly tho’Ye of English descentWhen trespassing within the bowels of my landFor those Brits before ye have met with an untimely horrible handPawley the Englishman who claimed me first,A man of great renown,Met his fate in the inlet named after me.Swimming late one night, he was swallowed by the sea.His son Anthony died mysteriously as a very young man while in possession of me,Waties the Welshman was next in my linePoisoned, it is said, in the year ‘49Hull, the next, and his wife Ann Bonnyhanged Titus, Brandy and Affy, accused of a felony,My descent now becomes shrouded in the Allston clanNo one knows for sure, perhaps Joseph Allston, or his brother JohnWho wrote his indents from the ferry of my name, Then Thomaswho died as a very young man and willed to the children of his brother,King Billy, most of his land.Perhaps, that’s how I descended to Sarah Middleton, King Billy’s heir,and that’s why she lost her fortune‘Cause I was in there.Along came a carpetbagger by the name of GouldLost his ‘arse, Ha! and snuck out of townOn a northern mule.Faulk bought me next on the court house stepsDied mysteriously, murdered say some, others a hex,Elliott built a large naval store on my shoreMade a small fortune and, of course,died when thrown from his horse.Why so many souls have lost their lives while claiming me,I know the answer and won’t tell but listen, ye of British descent,Hear me well,Build no more on me!Or you will be under my spell!