Loranza Dow Huff Home

Location: On the south side of the road leading up Bear Branch and opposite the Huff Cemetery.

Date: About 1840

Owners: L. D. Huff, until his death. Now in the hands of his heirs. 

Description: Hewn log, about 18 x 24 feet. One story with an attic. Batten door and one small window in front. No porch. Covered with boards and puncheon floor. Very wide stone chimney at the south end. Later another room was built to the south and making the house a double log house. The chimney and the hull of the original house is still standing, but in a very dilapidated condition.

History: Loranza Huff was married to Patience, a daughter of George ( Jakie) Hunsucker. He was a Confederate soldier during the Civil War and a prisoner in Camp Douglas, Illinois, for about nineteen months. While in prison he wrote several songs and was considered a good singer. He was of the Primitive Baptist faith and a member of the Little Stone Gap Church. The following is a copy of one of the songs he composed at Camp Douglas Prison.

I would like to see my native land,
The lofty trees, the golden sand,
The rugged hills that crowd around,
My true love's voice how sweet it would sound.

Sometime I dream of home,
My dreams are false, my heart it rends,
When I wake I am all alone;
My dreams are o'er, my friends are gone.

Me think I see among the rest,
One whose heart still beats for me.
My heart responds, it beats again;
Her consent, I still remain.

My heart is weary, it longs to rest.
Close in here upon her breast,
The withered rose that perished there,
Oh! Was I doomed its fate to share?

I would like to see my heart's delight,
Her beautiful form, here so bright.
If she would smile as I draw near,
I would kiss her with a falling tear.

It kindles my heart with warmer love,
To listen to the lonesome dove;
It calls as if its mate was gone,
As if like me, left alone.

Full nineteen months have passed and gone,
And I am still left here alone.
Virginia, oh, my native home,
Among your native hills I like to roam.

My little babies I'd like to see,
They are so near and dear to me.
They call to my remembrance;
Those days are passed and gone.

Those golden hours are passed away,
I can no longer stay with them;
Farewell to wife and children too,
I can no longer stay with you.
          L. D. Huff
          Camp Douglas Prison

Source of Information: J. T. Hamilton, Jane Huff and Court Records.


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