Jebediah Tate was a superstitious farmer that lived near
Carrabelle Florida. He had one son who was born just before the war and named
him Cebe. Jebediah was a Civil War veteran, and his wife was half Cherokee
Indian. He bought 160 acres for $5 as a homestead grant after the war.
Cebe Tate helped clear his father’s land, chased cattle, and
gathered pine oil. His mother died from scarlet fever sometime after the war.
It was hard going, and Cebe’s father made a pact with a local medicine man for
good fortune. As long as they stayed out of the tiny cypress forest and gave
him one pig a year, they would have good fortune.
For three years, they gave up
a pig when the medicine man came around, and things were good. But in 1874,
they decided to keep the pig and deny the old Indian. The Medicine man warned
them that they would not only see hard times, but they would go through hell.
That year Cebe’s father died from malaria, the pine trees gave very little oil,
the sugar cane was stunted, and scrub cows started to disappear. But the pigs
ate good, and multiplied so fast Cebe had to build two new pig pens in the
fall.
In the spring of 1875,
Cebe got married to a mail order bride from New York City. She was a fiery
German Immigrant. But there was a problem, Cebe only had pigs left, and she was
of the Jewish Faith. She ate corn, potatoes, and pancakes with molasses, but
she wanted beef. Cebe took off into the woods to find a cow, any cow, to quiet
his bride.
Armed with a shotgun and
accompanied by his hunting dogs, he journeyed into the swamp in search of a
cow. His dogs took off chasing a panther, and he lost his gun in the mud. Tate
was lost in the swamp for seven days and nights. He went into the Dwarf Cypress
stand to escape the relentless bugs, and fell asleep against the trees that
were protected by the Indian’s magic. He awoke when bitten by a snake and ran
blindly thru the swamp, delirious from the bite and from drinking the murky
waters. Finally he came to a clearing near Carrabelle, living only long enough
to murmur the words, "My name is Cebe Tate, and I just came through
Hell!"
This local oral lore of Cebe Tate's adventure took place in
1875 and ever since, the area has been known as Tate's Hell, the legendary and
forbidden swamp.
Tate's Hell State
Forest
is located in Franklin County, between the Apalachicola and Ochlockonee Rivers.
The forest extends south of the Apalachicola National Forest and 1.5 miles northwest
of the town of Carrabelle. Access Tate's Hell State Forest from U.S. Highway
98, County Road 67, or State Highway 65.
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i am interested in learning more about this legend and its connection with ohio historical society. My name is Steven Allen. 8508792631
ReplyDeleteI was born in Sumatura Florida, now reside in kentucky, call me 270-995-5385. Grew up with my dads side telling these tells, this is actually true. This was a historical fact. Hints its name Tates Hell. I have been through almost all of these swamps, treacherous, if the bugs don't get you, a gator will.
DeleteI'm from Carrabelle and found my way out of TH which is rather hard but I never heard any connection with Ohio Steven Allen.
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DeleteIf you are referring to the Ohio Historical Society, then click on the picture and look at the bottom of it in the center. It shows "Ohio Historical Society" in the bottom center of the picture.
DeleteMaybe the connection is that he really said, "My name is Cebe Tate, and I just came through Cleveland!" ;-)
DeleteHaha!
DeleteI'm from Carrabelle and found my way out of TH which is rather hard but I never heard any connection with Ohio Steven Allen.
ReplyDeleteThat's amazing! He should have kept his promise and given the medicine man the pig he promised, huh?
ReplyDeleteThe photo is not of Tate.
ReplyDelete"Elderly man and woman in work clothes by traveling photographer Albert J. Ewing. The photograph was likely taken in southern Ohio or W. Va., ca. 1890-1910"
Lesson is, just because a Jew demands something of you, doesn't mean you have to give it to them.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully said.
DeleteO'vey no love for the Goys?
ReplyDeleteA sad little story. It was intertwined with a little secret.. A shame someone fell for it and started a war with a story that may or may not be true. Shame on you.
ReplyDeleteThe dates and lore above cannot be corroborated by historical records. In the 1850 Franklin County, FL census, there is a Jeremiah and Mary Tate with a large family. Seaborn (probably called Sebe or Cebe) is three years old. They are still in Franklin County in 1860, with their 10 children. Jeremiah Tate married Mary Mansfiled 27 Jun 1833 in Decatur County, GA. He lists his birthplace as North Carolina and she Georgia.
ReplyDeleteJeremiah died about 1871 (per probate records). He and Mary had moved to Gadsden County before 1870. Seaborn married Frances Armstrong in 1871 in Liberty County (she lists her birthplace as AL in the census). By the time of his death about 1887, they had five daughters: Ella, Eva, Saphronia, Zelda and Gertrude and were living in Calhoun County, FL. After his death, Frances remarried to Julius Tombs Prather. They are buried at Lake Mystic Cemetery in Liberty County. I cannot locate a marked gravesite for Seaborn.
How, then, did they know that his dogs chased a panther, or he went into the Dwarf Cypress to escape the bugs?
ReplyDeleteah heered it wuz James Tate whut wenta huntin en got losted in de swamp. he weer thutty sebben yare ole whin he did, and blak hared as a polecat, but whin he drug owtten de swamp a weke later, he wuz white hedded as he cude be. He lived atterwerds en moved on down ta Putnerm County en died.
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