It is a stunning land, this Dougherty, west of the Flint. Day right after working day the music of the callous, the wail of the motherless, and the muttered curses of the wretched echoed from the Flint to the Chickasaw- hatchee, till by 1860 there experienced risen in West Dougherty probably the richest slave kingdom the modern environment at any time understood. With these types of foundations a kingdom must in time sway and tumble.