Maxwell's Bend, "Pheiffer's", Maxwell's Crossing, Phifer Landing and the Pake Archives.
In his autobiography James Robert Maxwell describes the circumstances which shaped his father, Thomas's decision to buy the Maxwell's Crossing property in 1853.
Scans of the 1853 map of Maxwell's Bend from the Pake Archives
from the Autobiography of James Robert Maxwell(1926):
"Our father, about the years 1852-55, withdrew a considerable part of his capital from the business firm of T. J. R. and R. Maxwell, doing business in Tuskaloosa and Northport, being the largest business firm in the county, and invested in the lands now known as the Maxwell Plantation, and went on to Virginia and purchased an outfit of slaves, of both sexes, to furnish the labor necessary to raise crops on same...
"Meanwhile our father's plantation work had gotten established at its first quarters, on the hill lands just west of where Mr. Charles Hinton now lives; on the same ridge and west of the Greensboro road eight and one-half miles south of Tuskaloosa. The overseer's house was a large double log cabin with a passageway between the two rooms; shed rooms on each side of the two main rooms of smaller dimensions, thus making six rooms in all, with the hall between, covered by one roof. At the end of each main room was a big fireplace of logs, mud, and stones, the flues of chimneys being of sticks and red clay mud, in the usual style of most of the country cabins then in vogue. This house was across the front end of "quarters," as such a settlement was called; and a line of single room cabins, four on each side, extended back, beginning some forty feet from each end of the overseer's house, with a space of some thirty feet between each cabin. At west end, being on west end of the hill, and lying north and south at that end of the yard, was another double log cabin, but without the shed rooms. The houses thus left a rectangular yard, in which was a well for drinking water, the place for washing clothes being at several springs at the foot of the hill. At the foot of the hill also were stable barns, for fodder and corn, and lots for horses, mules, and oxen, with a lane down to watering places furnished by several springs.
. Father's Plantation House and Negro Houses
"Behind each house was ground for a vegetable garden, and at the north end of the overseer's house was a large vegetable garden, with peach trees along the enclosing fences, and a plum thicket outside of the north end of the garden. In those days no insects troubled such fruits, so that during seasons they flourished and were used in abundance at scarcely any cost, and very little attention. Very little land was cultivated on the hills. That, now in cultivation on the hills of the Maxwell Plantation, was grown up in broom-sedge and old field pines. The Vandyke owners had worn it out until it did not pay to cultivate it. Commercial fertilizers were unknown. Cotton and corn were both raised on the river bottom lands. The Warrior River floods came from about the middle of December to May 1st, and a destruction of a matured crop had never been known. Soon after my father had gotten his negroes home from Virginia, he told them he wanted the grown men and women to pair off and he would give them a big wedding frolic, and as soon as they had arranged it amongst themselves, so he did. There was in Tuskaloosa a free mulatto man, who was running a barber shop, and was a man of some education and was also a preacher. Marriage of Ten Couples of Slaves So one day our family all went down to the plantation, and ten couples all were married on the porch of the overseer's house by a preacher of their own color, the Rev. Shandy Jones, and couples were given separate houses to live in, and enjoyed a wedding feast of barbecued meat, cakes and pies, starting in with an appetizer of the noted Dexter Whisky, which at that time was sold at about 35 cents per gallon, by the barrel, or 50 cents a gallon retail, and was about as plentiful throughout the country as were barrels of molasses and sacks of coffee. That marriage ceremony is perfectly fresh in my memory, as if it were yesterday. We children knew them all by names and were constantly in and out of their houses, when we were down at the plantation, and we had our own particular friends amongst them, whom we could get to do for us anything in their power. Our father gave my brother John and myself a yellow pony that was able to carry us both, and we would ride it double when we wanted to come to the plantation, which was every Friday night, when weather permitted. We would change about on its back, first one in the saddle and the other behind on a good pad. We managed to keep one or two good rabbit dogs, and we ranged the wooded hollows for a mile square on our father's lands and his neighbor's and kept a plentiful supply of rabbit meat and dried rabbit hams on hand that the darkies would cure for us over their fireplaces. We knew every foot of those lands, and the hollow trees that the rabbits would take to."

