Excerpt 1 - The Wog:
From “The Early History of Jackson County, Georgia”, the writings of the Late Gustavus James Nash Wilson, embracing some of the Early History of Jackson County, Edited and Published by William Ellis White, 1914
“While the wolves, panthers, and bears gave the first white settlers of this part of the country much trouble, still another animal whose existence has been often disputed, inspired those who professed to have seen him, with more fear than all the others combined. It was the Wog, not Woog as it has sometimes been called. Many of the people who first lived at and for several miles around old Jug tavern from its first settlement to about 1809, claimed to have seen him at their houses. As the character of the people who first lived there will be shown as this narrative progresses, the reader will be at as much loss to know how he can afford to dispute their word as he is to believe what they have said. At any rate the writer tells the story as it was told to him; but, perhaps, with a little more evidence than any reader has.
The Wog was said to be a jet-black, long-haired animal about the size of a small horse, but his legs were much shorter, the front ones being some twelve inches longer than the hind ones. This gave him something of the appearance of a huge dog “sitting on its tail,” and when walking seemed to require him to carry forward one side at a time. His tail was very large, all the way of the same size, and at the end of it there was a bunch of entirely white hair at least eight inches long and larger in diameter than the tail itself. Whether sitting, standing, or walking this curious appendage was in constant motion from side to side, not as a dog wags his tail, but with a quick upward curve which brought it down with a whizzing sound that could be distinctly heard at least when twenty-five or thirty steps distant. But the most distinguishing feature of this horrid tail was that it revealed the presence of the monster in the dark – the only time he ventured to go abroad. His great red eyes were very repulsive, but not so much so as his forked tongue, the prongs of which were thought to be eight inches long and sometimes played in and out of his mouth like those of a mad snake. Really the meanest feature about the beast as that his bear-like head contained a set of great white teeth over which his ugly lips never closed.
The Indians told the first white emigrants that so long as the Wog was left undisturbed he would not molest any one – that he would sometimes visit their houses – go around them – if a light were inside, poke his tongue through any opening he could find between the logs, and then go away. Pioneers were not only quick to learn this lesson, but also carefully followed the instruction.
During the years formerly mentioned, the Wog made several visits to houses in the territory to which reference has been made. Those inside the house, though they had not seen the flirting of his white plume, knew of his presence by its whizzing sound, by the poke of his horrid tongue through the cracks of the wall, and notably by the mortal fear with which he inspired other creatures outside. Dogs and cats ran away and in some instances were scared to death. Horses snorted, cattle moaned, and chickens flew from their roosts in all directions.
Thus having seemingly accomplished his only mission – to frighten everything out of its wite – he gave a loud snort and still twirling his white signal from side to side, went ambling away, and welcome was the going.
The foregoing is, in substance, the description given by Alonzo Draper who lived and died in the territory of the Wog, and also by Thomas C. Barron who died near Apple Valley in the '40s of the last century.
Let me repeat: I give the account of the Wog as it was given to me. It is hard to confess that one believes that there was such a thing and one hates to say that he does not believe the word of these old citizens. The writer must leave the matter to you, dear reader.”