Saturday, July 13, 2019

Gallivants Ferry on the Little Peedee

  Minnesota might have 10,000 lakes but I’m pretty sure more of the surface of South Carolina is covered with water than Minnesota’s is.  From the coast west, the land is covered with rivers and swamps that limit travel, isolating farms and communities.  Nowadays we zip over causeways and bridges to get from here to there, but those who were here in the 1700s and 1800s had to deal with the water at ground level.  
  Ferries were the only way to go.
The Little Pee Dee River at Gallivants Ferry

  The first ferries were simple flat-bottomed rafts or even canoes powered by paddles, 
oars, or poles.  Poorly constructed, manned by those of questionable skill, they commanded expensive tolls.  After all, what choice did a traveler have?

  Over the years, larger flatboats capable of ferrying a carriage, wagon, or freight came into use, and a pulley or winch system was used to move the boat against the current (photo below).  Costs rose accordingly, and in 1805 the toll for a carriage or team and wagon was $1.00 and a man and a horse 12.5 cents.  

 Cooper River ferry. (University of South Carolina collection).


Catawba River SC (photo from American Civil War Forum)


  Over time the location of a river crossing became a logical place to build a store ... a house ... an inn, and soon there would be a town, often named for the owner of the ferry business.  

  One of those places is Gallivants Ferry, west of Aynor on Hwy 501. A Mr Gallevans was granted the license to run the ferry there in 1795.  A store followed and the crossing became known by his name — sort of, as Gallevans apparently became Gallivants at some point.

  The store is still there today, as are other buildings that used to make up a community.  Happily, every building left today is preserved on the National Register of Historic Places.  

  When the cotton industry was demolished by the boll weevil, area farmers turned to tobacco for a cash crop. The variety grown here was “flue-cured tobacco,” which required a heating process in the barn before being sent to market.   The Pack House (left) was used to grade the cured tobacco and store it until it was taken to auction.

  Tobacco barns in the field were made of pine logs and equipped with brick furnaces to cure the tobacco.  Someone had to be at the barn around the clock to tend the wood furnace and control the temperature for a period of three days up to 10 weeks.  

  Behind this large storage barn a small village of 3-room sharecroppers’ cabins still stands.  In the 1930s and ‘40s, 1200 to 1500 men, women, and children were part of the sharecropping workforce in this area.  When the tobacco was sold, they received half the profits for their work.

  Powered by mules, the grist mill employed granite rollers to crush grain to produce flour, meal and grits to feed the community and livestock. The miller kept a portion of the meal as payment for the service.

  There are quite a few more historic buildings to see in Gallivants Ferry, some of them still in private use.  

  It is an unusual historic site to visit as there are no commercial shops whatsoever selling stuff, no people around, no traffic, no explanatory signs.  You are happily left to explore with only the quiet flow of the river and your imagination to conjure up the stories the place has to tell. 


  1. Great photos and information. You have done a lot of research for this post.

  2. I would imagine that this was a very interesting place to visit, and without the press of tourists, and the jangling commercialism of souvenir shops and fast food restaurants, a place to contemplate the past. As you so rightly point out your mind was free to conjure up stories moulded by your own impressions. I think I could have spent many hours trying to walk in a sharecropper's shoes.

  3. ...but Minnesota's lakes are better!

    1. Oh, yes! In Minnesota you can swim without fear if alligators. Definitely a plus.

  4. What a great place to explore.

  5. How interesting along with your written words - thanks.
    Life was simple back then going across the river like that - they didn't know any different.
    Those barns are amazing, enjoyed seeing them too.

  6. Just the kind of place I like - you can almost believe that you've discovered the place yourself and no one else knows it's there. Still a few places with the word "ferry" in their names around here, though very few still operating.

  7. What a joy to find so much history and take a stroll without the commercial souvenirs of today. It was a joy to come on your tour with you and learn so much in the process.

  8. Interesting history about this place. That old ferry does not look so inviting to cross over...

  9. Sounds like this would be an interesting stop on a road trip south. We had talked of doing that in January but then I had to have gall bladder removed. Maybe another time.
    Glad to hear your town had a vigil too.

  10. There is a pack house in Edenton, N. C. which was moved to downtown from it's previous location and turned into part of a Bed and Breakfast ... The Inner Banks Inn. My gentleman friend and I stayed at the Pack House, so quaint, loved it. If you are ever up this way, you should check it out.

  11. It's so lovely that you can tell these stories for us and bring these places to life - love the picture of the ladies in their Sunday best crossing the river in a flat boat, it looks a bit hairy?!
    Wren x

  12. Dear Cynthia, I so enjoy your posting when you share history with us. I've learned so much from your blog. Your writing reminds me of another blogger I so enjoy who goes by the name Vagabonde. Born in France, she now lives in the southern USA and like you she always provides background for whatever she is writing about. She also collect vintage postcards and they reveal so much history. Thanks, Cynthia, for your curiosity and for sharing your findings with us. Peace.

  13. That old tobacco barn reminds me of the one my mom talked about when her Dad and Mom raised tobacco in Chase City Va.

  14. Such a lot of wonderful old derelict buildings. That $1 ferryfee way back in 1805 would have been so expensive, although I just put that through an inflation calculator and it says that the equivalent in 2016 would have been $20.51, so maybe not so bad. I'm sure there are ferries now that would cost that much.

  15. The Pack House reminded me a bit of the barn I played in as a kid. But how wonderful for the old buildings to be preserved and on the National Register of Historic Places, too. The Little PeeDee looks pretty wide!