Son of Margaret Blount and Robert Ambrose Greathouse. Married first to Martha E. Kate Stout. Their children: Harlston, Theodore, Robert, Charles, Benjamin, William and Jack Greathouse. Married fourth and last to Mary Ida Elizabeth Cherry Anderson Greathouse. Served in the Confederate Army during the Civil War, enlisting at age of 15. Served as State Senator for Arkansas for 8 years.

The Springdale News from The Fayetteville Daily (Arkansas)
January 19, 1912

The following was taken from a recent issue of the Fayetteville Daily and in view of the fact that a number of the parties mentioned have relatives living in this locality and are well remembered by the older citizens, it is deemed of sufficient interest to reproduce in The News:
In the fall of 1864 Buck Brown was camped near Farmington. Capt. Alberty, a Cherokee Indian, got permission to take a scout of men and go up to Fayetteville to see with the boys in blue were doing. He found them at the old stand and doing business. While the Southern scout was standing on the hill just south of where the U. of A. now stands, a young Texan by the name of Dykes was standing at the corner of the Throgmorton residence when a sharpshooter stationed somewhere about the Jones' residence shot his jugular vein through. He died immediately and the boys carried him on horseback to the Allen farm and wrapped in his blanket was buried. On another occasion a few men appeared on the Throgmorton hill and the boys in blue cashed out on them. In the excitement Gilly Deaver's horse ran away with him. He ran under a limb which knocked the rider off and broke his arm. By this time the Federal soldiers were close to him. Being in great danger he cried for help. Gip Murray, a brave boy, heard his cry, turned his mare toward the enemy, rushed to his rescue, took him up behind him and ran into a clump of bushes. At this moment the soldiers were all around them. They both got off the mare, Deaver lying on the ground while Murray stood on his knees and held his hands over the mare's nostrils to keep her from making a noise. In this way they remained unseen. When night came on they both mounted the mare and rode eight miles to Rev. Jimmy Simpson's where the broken arm was set.
In the beginning of winter that year one snowy day Gen. Fagan, who was returning from Gen. Price's raid on Missouri, and Buck Brown made an attack on Fayetteville. One piece of artillery was planted on the the Throgmorton hill and another about where the Wolf residence stands. Capt. Pleas Crawford's company, to which the writer belonged to, was formed on the Throgmorton hill. It was cold and snowing. A little log hut was burning on the side of the hill in front of us. The writer asked Capt. Crawford to allow him to take two men, get fire from the burning hut and build a fire in front of the company. Permission was granted. Selecting Ike McCamy and Sam Taylor, the three went to the fire, warmed a while but instead of returning to the ranks they crossed the hollow and went to a house near Presley Smith's old home where they ate a good dinner that had been abandoned by the family when the fight opened.
Later in the day Buck Brown moved his battalion up behind a large barn that stood on the square east of the Presley Smith place. Col. Brown, slipping from behind the barn ran amid a shower of bullets to a little house south of the barn. The writer and a few others followed him. As the foremost men entered the house three of them were shot through the breast by soldiers who were behind their breast works. The boys shot were Jim Brown, George Matthes and Jno. Coats, all of whom recovered. When Brown, who was bringing his men across the hollow toward the city, a Mr. Norwood, who was among the foremost, looking everywhere for Federal soldiers, rushed quickly into Henry's tanyard and went into a vat of cold water up to his chin. About a year before this first Arkansas regiment of federals stationed at Fayetteville, sent their horses out into the country, where George Deane now lives, to graze. Brown's men dashed in and drove them all away. It was here Major Hunt furnished Jack Mount one of the finest horses that ever did service among the Rebs.
These things are historic and ought to be preserved. What a joy it is to know that men like Hunt and Mount are such good citizens and fast friends. – B.H. Greathouse.