Stephen was my great-great grandmother's (Malinda MORRIS Lee) brother-in-law. Helen Cook
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Suggested by Ronald C Brewer:

Spouse: Isabel Wood (1812 - 1831), married March 4th, 1830, at Hendricks County, Indiana

Spouse: Sarah Francis Reece (1815 - 1851), married 1831, at Big Flat, Baxter County, Arkansas

Spouse: Elizabeth J. MORRIS (1831 - 1916), married 1851, at Big Flat, Baxter County, Arkansas

Father: John Berry Treat (1776 – 1834)

Mother: Margaret Williams (1781 – 1870)

Occupation: minister/preacher for churches of Christ.

NOTE: Information extracted from Ancestry.
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Suggested by Kay:

>From the S. C. Turnbo stories, “Dreadful Experience with Panther”
The following narrative was given me by Captain A. S. Wood of Bingdon Springs, Marion County, Ark., and shows the dangers and risks hunters underwent while North Arkansas was infested with panther. Capt. Wood relates an account of an exciting adventure of Steve Treat who then lived in Madison County, Arkansas. Berry Treat, his brother, lived on [the] Buffalo. Steve was a robust, healthy man and a ravenous eater. He appeared to be always hungry. "A few years after the occurrence I am going to relate to you." said Capt. Wood, "he removed to Crooked Creek seven miles below Yellville. While living here he went to Yellville one day and purchased a side of bacon and started home with it. But it is told that he got so hungry before he reached home that he stopped and devoured the entire side of bacon before appeasing his appetite. But whether this is correct or not I am not going to say, but I was told it was true. When he lived in Madison County, he went to Buffalo on a visit to see his brother, Berry Treat. While there he would hunt during the day and remain overnight at his brother’s house. Steve delighted to hunt and lost no time killing all the game he could. He possessed a peculiar homemade instrument that he used in calling up deer. He had made it of wood and a piece of tin and called it his "blater" because the noise made on it resembled the bleating of a fawn so close that an expert hunter could hardly distinguish it from the bleating of a real fawn. One day while he was rambling around in the creek bottom in searching game he sat down on the end of a log to rest. He had failed to find anything worth shooting. He had no dog with him and depended on his eyes, ears and "blater" to discover game. He was tired and he wanted to rest his weary self on the log and blate for a deer with his "blater". So after seating himself on the log he applied the device to his mouth and began calling for a deer. He blew on it several minutes but not a deer responded. He went on blowing his "blater". stopping at short intervals to watch and listen for the approach of game, but he could not see nor hear any coming, This was strange for he knew the valley of Buffalo River was overrun with deer. As he went on bleating and listening he heard a slight noise nearby. At this a delightful thought struck him, for he supposed it was a doe coming on the hunt for her fawn, but when he turned his head to see the deer. he was startled at the sight of a panther crouched on the other end of the log swaying its tail and crawling toward him. The hunter dropped his "blater" instantly and quickly turned the muzzle of his rifle toward the stealthy form of the panther and aimed at its head and pulled the trigger. A sharp report rang out and a leaden ball, buried itself between the eyes, crushing the skull and bursting both eyeballs out and the huge panther rolled off the log to the ground and died without a struggle. The dreaded animal was just in the act of springing on him when he fired at it, but the fatal bullet from the unerring rifle put an end to its career."