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From Bishop Hood to local ministers

In 1867, Bishop Joseph Jackson Clinton offered missionary Hood a position to stay in New Bern; however, he addressed his desire to move on to the eastern and western portions of North Carolina. His short three-year stay  was not what I had expected when I went into this research. He accepted a pastorate at Fayetteville, NC where he he was positioned closer to Raleigh, allowing him greater opportunity for political advancement.

So, after pinpointing his Craven County involvement to a period between 1864-1867, I turned my attention to Hood's sermons from that period.

Was there anything evident in his messages to the Church that would hint of his political and social aspirations for his people in the way that Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. had presented?

While waiting for two books of Hood sermons to arrive via InterLibrary Loan (ILL), I turned my attention to the Census between 1850 and 1930. . .

Who were the men noted as ministers in Township 5? What were their affiliations? On what level of the family tree might they have made an impact? And what would tracing their family over time show about their careers? 

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