Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1874-11-05
Lost in a Wisconsin Pinery.


J. l.. Robinson, train-boy on the
Wisconsin Central railroad, conceived
the novel idea of hunting cartridges
with revolver, and in order to give
shape to his thought, left the upward
bound train at Mil Creek Station, if
teen miles northwest of Stevens Point,
Wis, ON Friday, Oct. 8. 1t was his in
tention to return on the first incoming
car, which was due one hour from the
pinery. Alas for human purpose and
expectation A few rods from the sta
ton and he was as thoroughly Devil
dered as though hundred miles inter
vened between him and civilization.
His hunt for game proved fruitless, as
we'll as his effort to retrace his steps.
The young man wandered about in the
woods for four days, and when found
was half famished. Scores of people
turned out to hunt for the wanderer,
and the excitement attending the search
is described as intense. When Robin
son first realized that he was lost he
wrote and attached to twig the follow
ing note:
- am lost in the woods and can't find my
way out. j. l.. ROBINSON.
''Oct. g."
After sleeping on the ground during
Friday night he moved on and dropped
the following in his path
al am lost in the woods if anybody will
show me out will give them IS. am news
agent on the Wisconsin Central road. Keep
calling me- if hear will come.
u. l.. ROBINSON.
scot. 10, Saturday"
At this time if he had taken a south
erly course it would have brought him
to the railroad track. Instead, how
ever, he went north, reaching the east
side of Bear creek, where he left an
other communication as follows:
At am lost, and can't find my way out.
Look for me and you shall have 800 reward
u. L. ROBINSON"
A little farther on he dropped his
handkerchief, which, together with the
former memorandum, aided largely in
the success of the search
On Sunday he reached an old haying
camp, where he found several bushels
of potatoes and some salt. Here be
remained until Monday afternoon,
when he lett the following, written on
an old tea-chest cover:
Friends, am lost. For Gods cake look
for me. am starving to death can't find
anything to eat Five hundred dollars to the
one that finds me and leads me out of these
woods. 1 live "a Menasha, Wis. My name
is Joseph L. Robinson. Garry the news to my
poor wife.
II am going to leave here in the morning.
1 go right straight through the woods. Please
hunt after me, and You will be we'll paid for
your trouble May God have mercy on my
soul. Tell my wife my last words were about
her. Directions-Mrs. NJ. V. Robinson, Me-
nasha, Wis. leave Tuesday about o'clock.
Five hundred dollars to any man that
| finds me and leads me out OF these woods, and
takes me home to my family. . God l am
starving to- death by inches. Follow me.
! won't you. for Gods cake? It il hard to give
up life. 1 haven't had anything to eat since
last Friday.
IF am dead when you find me, take me
home.
JOSEPH l.. ROBINSON, Menasha, Wis"
On Tuesday he was observed near
this shanty, and on perceiving his
rescuers, he shouted, I" 1 am lost, am
lost, am lost I" and then lying on the
ground and kicking with all his might,
! he oried, 81 am found, I am found, ]
am found !" Robinson is now at home
with his friends, with a wholesome
horror of pistols and cartridges.