In the autumn of 1853, he and two others, Jim Mann and Ben Crews, followed the Trinity River upstream until they reached what is now the southern part of Wise County. He soon came upon a beautiful valley, after called Boyd's Valley, about three miles north of the present town of Aurora. He saw before him a level stretch of rich soil surrounded by timber and water, thick with game and fish of all varities.
Sam returned to Fort Worth and spent the winter, leaving in April, 1854, with his wife and two sons, Will and Drew, and an Indian guide, to return to the spot he had chosen for a home. Arriving at the chosen spot, they found smoke rising from a fire built close to a lean-to camp structure, erected by a new arrival, Tom McCarroll, on the very spot chosen by Sam Woody.
Sam and John discussed their situation and Sam agreed to seek a new location. A suggestion by John McCarroll about a region further to the north proved to be a worthy substitute location for a homestead.
Down through this deep valley ran a creek of ever-flowing water which had steep banks and was thus named Deep Creek. Here on the banks of Deep Creek the first real home, the first real house and the first farm in the history of Wise County was established.
As soon as possible Woody began to build his house with the help of Jim and John Woody, kinfolk, and pioneer settlers of Parker County, who came over to help hew the logs and put them in place. The house was a one-room structure, built of logs, and was sixteen feet square, with a large fireplace and included a small porch.
The Woody home was the one lone habitation in a wild territory soon to be discovered by others.
Woody was quoted as saying, "The prettiest sight I ever saw is a new country, where man has never been and which is just as the great God in Heaven left it; where every stream is full of fish and every hollow tree is gorged with honey. The wild life and nature at first hand suited me.
It was easy to live in those days. Sow five or six acres of wheat and it would often produce fifty bushels to the acre; cut it with a cradle, tramp and fan it out, then once or twice a year load up a wagon to which five or six steers where hitched, and after a week's trip to Dallas you would have enough flour to give bread to your own family and some to the neighbors for a number of weeks, until it would be the turn of some one else to make the trip. If we had bread enough, game was always plentiful. Hogs would always get so fat on acorns they couldn't walk. After marking them, we let them run wild, and trained our dogs to run them in whenever we wanted a supply of pork. Now and then we sent a wagon to Shreveport or Houston for coffee and sugar and such groceries, but we did not use sugar much. I paid a dollar for a pint of the first sorgum seed planted in Wise County, and molasses was the commonest kind of "sweetening". When we got tired of game and pork, we killed a beef. By swinging a quarter high up to the limb of a tree it would be safe from wild animals and would keep sweet for weeks, and it was a common sight in our country to see the woman of the house untying the rope and letting down the meat to cut off enough for dinner."
Speaking of Indians at that time he said, "I reckon I didn't know the disposition of the Indians. I was never afraid of them, didn't have sense enough, I guess. I used to trade with them at my house until they got hostile, and for a little corn they would give me the finest buffalo robe or maccasins you ever saw....."
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